Thanks to a couple players on our team, tonight's game was a disaster. We switched over to a 2-2-1, where I played midfield, and it went well (for the first half). I put one in and assisted another, and we were only trailing by one by the break.
My goal was pretty nice, I volleyed a cross and just missed, hitting the top corner. The ball bounced back, and when the goalie was complaining to his team, I just left-footed it into the net with another (this time strange) volley. Probably one of the best things my left foot has ever done for me.
I almost had one early in the game, too, when I broke free down the side. The goalie came out, and I beat him, and I was going to side foot it into the net. It's a bit of a shame that he (literally) tackled me, and only got a foul called for it. When I went to take it quick, the idiots from the other team rolled it away from me.
My assist was created from a cross that I headed down for a teammate. Decent work, from everybody involved.
At half time, a couple of the notorious assholes felt like ruining the lines we had by taking the whiteboard, erasing various people, putting others on, and all sorts of stuff like that. I'm fine with changing plans, but when you have just two minutes and you are not informing half of the team, it becomes a problem. When one guy who has not at all been to practices (and very few of our first three games) and who has no coaching experience decides to take things into his own hands, things are obviously going to go awry. To top if off, there was another fellow on my team who spoke negatively of everything, including the system, which I thought was well thought out. It was not my idea per se, but it was what I had in mind. Needless to say, things fell apart in the second half. The team was everywhere -when I was supposed to play midfield, I got caught on defense in a two on one. Fortunately, I hardly cut off the first pass using my little leg sweep from behind maneuver.When I say barely, though, I mean, I didn't see it when I got it (it was that far away and behind me), and that I had just finished the motion when it hit my leg. I think I deserve a (self-produced) pat on the back for that one.
The worst part about being critical of your own team, though, is when you are a terrible player yourself.
I don't often partake in negativity, but I think I am just going to let him have it next time. No, I will not pass to you when you are quite well covered and call me a ball hog. Also, I am not going to shoot from half, you moron. Christ, the more I talk about it, the more I believe that this guy needs to get off the bloody team. Actually, both of the aforementioned guys need to leave. One's an asshole, and one's a sarcastic cynic - both of them have personalities that will not get you anywhere in soccer. Of course, I'm only saying that because I don't like them. Sure, if they were decent, maybe they could be somewhere.
At the end of the game, there was a strange mood in our locker room. Everybody was quiet, I was the only one speaking, so I had to lighten the mood with jokes. A couple others joined in, but it was generally unavoidable. Sure, the team we were up against was relegated from a league above us, but I suppose the fact that they had no wins was bothering the guys.
My goal was pretty nice, I volleyed a cross and just missed, hitting the top corner. The ball bounced back, and when the goalie was complaining to his team, I just left-footed it into the net with another (this time strange) volley. Probably one of the best things my left foot has ever done for me.
I almost had one early in the game, too, when I broke free down the side. The goalie came out, and I beat him, and I was going to side foot it into the net. It's a bit of a shame that he (literally) tackled me, and only got a foul called for it. When I went to take it quick, the idiots from the other team rolled it away from me.
My assist was created from a cross that I headed down for a teammate. Decent work, from everybody involved.
At half time, a couple of the notorious assholes felt like ruining the lines we had by taking the whiteboard, erasing various people, putting others on, and all sorts of stuff like that. I'm fine with changing plans, but when you have just two minutes and you are not informing half of the team, it becomes a problem. When one guy who has not at all been to practices (and very few of our first three games) and who has no coaching experience decides to take things into his own hands, things are obviously going to go awry. To top if off, there was another fellow on my team who spoke negatively of everything, including the system, which I thought was well thought out. It was not my idea per se, but it was what I had in mind. Needless to say, things fell apart in the second half. The team was everywhere -when I was supposed to play midfield, I got caught on defense in a two on one. Fortunately, I hardly cut off the first pass using my little leg sweep from behind maneuver.When I say barely, though, I mean, I didn't see it when I got it (it was that far away and behind me), and that I had just finished the motion when it hit my leg. I think I deserve a (self-produced) pat on the back for that one.
The worst part about being critical of your own team, though, is when you are a terrible player yourself.
I don't often partake in negativity, but I think I am just going to let him have it next time. No, I will not pass to you when you are quite well covered and call me a ball hog. Also, I am not going to shoot from half, you moron. Christ, the more I talk about it, the more I believe that this guy needs to get off the bloody team. Actually, both of the aforementioned guys need to leave. One's an asshole, and one's a sarcastic cynic - both of them have personalities that will not get you anywhere in soccer. Of course, I'm only saying that because I don't like them. Sure, if they were decent, maybe they could be somewhere.
At the end of the game, there was a strange mood in our locker room. Everybody was quiet, I was the only one speaking, so I had to lighten the mood with jokes. A couple others joined in, but it was generally unavoidable. Sure, the team we were up against was relegated from a league above us, but I suppose the fact that they had no wins was bothering the guys.
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