My ex is being a huge moron. She texted me today, wanting to be friends, and to get another one of her friends back. Fortunately, I like to think I'm a nice guy. Unfortunately for her, I owe her absolutely nothing. If for some reason you are looking at this, stop bothering me already.
I had an outdoor mens game tonight. We lost 2-3, in spite of playing against a 7 man outfield. We even gave them our worst player. They tore us apart. I tried to sort out what I could from centre-mid, but it was fruitless. Our wingers played like strikers and my central midfield partner also played like a striker. I was alone in my midfield for a majority of the game. At one point I had them in formation and we strung together less than ten passes, but it was all in all a learning experience. I did put in a few really good weighted balls, but I'm still coping with my lack of speed.
I did score one of my best goals to date, however. Still running at my maximum 2/3rds speed (literally), I managed to latch onto a searching long ball that somebody had played. Because of my speed, I was caught up to quickly, and had to fight off a man. The goalie also came out, so I kneed it over him from about 15 feet out. It was a high knee, and I'm not sure if it was what I meant to do, but it worked out nicely.
As for hilarious Ray moments, he missed the biggest sitter I had ever seen. He had to sidefoot it into an open net five feet away. Instead, he dribbled, and the goalie jumped on it. Whops! I should've yelled "SHOOT" at him. Might've been funny.
I sprained my left ankle too, while blocking a shot with a slide tackle. I barely got there in time, but I did, and it hurt for a bit. It should be better soon.
Also, huge shout out to my first fan, Fernanda. At least, I'm fairly certain that's her name. She's from Chile and speaks about as much English as a Chilean girl that doesn't speak much English. In other words, not much. She's still cool, though.
Awesome.
In other soccer news, I have too many jerseys:
Euro FC, Team Gigantic (x2), White Eagles Indoor, White Eagles Outdoor, Chelsea jerseys (x2), my old highschool jersey, and a blue practice jersey. Nine is too many.
I'm also looking to buy new cleats and indoor shoes. Predators look nice, and unfortunately for my wallet, have one of those little gimmicky things on them. This little treat is called the power pulse. It is the gold thing you see near the toe of the bottom of the shoe. The "power pulse" reportedly makes your shot harder and better controlled, as far as power goes. I don't see how that is possible, but just in case Adidas has figured out how to imbue magic into things, I'm interested.
There's also the Nike Vapors, and those are apparently incredibly light. We'll have to see, though. Any thoughts?
I had an outdoor mens game tonight. We lost 2-3, in spite of playing against a 7 man outfield. We even gave them our worst player. They tore us apart. I tried to sort out what I could from centre-mid, but it was fruitless. Our wingers played like strikers and my central midfield partner also played like a striker. I was alone in my midfield for a majority of the game. At one point I had them in formation and we strung together less than ten passes, but it was all in all a learning experience. I did put in a few really good weighted balls, but I'm still coping with my lack of speed.
I did score one of my best goals to date, however. Still running at my maximum 2/3rds speed (literally), I managed to latch onto a searching long ball that somebody had played. Because of my speed, I was caught up to quickly, and had to fight off a man. The goalie also came out, so I kneed it over him from about 15 feet out. It was a high knee, and I'm not sure if it was what I meant to do, but it worked out nicely.
As for hilarious Ray moments, he missed the biggest sitter I had ever seen. He had to sidefoot it into an open net five feet away. Instead, he dribbled, and the goalie jumped on it. Whops! I should've yelled "SHOOT" at him. Might've been funny.
I sprained my left ankle too, while blocking a shot with a slide tackle. I barely got there in time, but I did, and it hurt for a bit. It should be better soon.
Also, huge shout out to my first fan, Fernanda. At least, I'm fairly certain that's her name. She's from Chile and speaks about as much English as a Chilean girl that doesn't speak much English. In other words, not much. She's still cool, though.
Awesome.
In other soccer news, I have too many jerseys:
Euro FC, Team Gigantic (x2), White Eagles Indoor, White Eagles Outdoor, Chelsea jerseys (x2), my old highschool jersey, and a blue practice jersey. Nine is too many.
I'm also looking to buy new cleats and indoor shoes. Predators look nice, and unfortunately for my wallet, have one of those little gimmicky things on them. This little treat is called the power pulse. It is the gold thing you see near the toe of the bottom of the shoe. The "power pulse" reportedly makes your shot harder and better controlled, as far as power goes. I don't see how that is possible, but just in case Adidas has figured out how to imbue magic into things, I'm interested.
There's also the Nike Vapors, and those are apparently incredibly light. We'll have to see, though. Any thoughts?
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