I realize this is a bit late, but I've been a bit busy. My apologies.
Wednesday nights game with the White Eagles was (quickly summarized) a disaster averted. We started well, and I assisted a goal to pull back a point, putting us at 2-1. Soon after, just before half time, we began losing control, giving up stupid fouls and a 2-minute penalty (though most were probably dives, knowing that team) and my teammates kept yelling at eachother. We went down 4-1 at this point.
At halftime, I had to give a talk, and just tell everybody to shut their mouths and to stop taking it out on each other. This seemed to work, except for at one point. I assisted another and put one in, bringing the score to 3-4. I got yelled at from a teammate for not passing it on my goal, so I smoothed things over. The situation was that I had an opportunity for an open shot from the top of the box, so I beat a man, took the shot, and followed up with my left foot. There was apparently an open man to my left when I took the shot, but I did not see nor hear him. He gave me flak afterwards, but I apologized and all was well.
At the very end of the game, I had the opportunity for a disgustingly sick overhead kick that I had set myself up for, but some guy put his head down to head it away from me, so I got called for a high kick.
Wednesday nights game with the White Eagles was (quickly summarized) a disaster averted. We started well, and I assisted a goal to pull back a point, putting us at 2-1. Soon after, just before half time, we began losing control, giving up stupid fouls and a 2-minute penalty (though most were probably dives, knowing that team) and my teammates kept yelling at eachother. We went down 4-1 at this point.
At halftime, I had to give a talk, and just tell everybody to shut their mouths and to stop taking it out on each other. This seemed to work, except for at one point. I assisted another and put one in, bringing the score to 3-4. I got yelled at from a teammate for not passing it on my goal, so I smoothed things over. The situation was that I had an opportunity for an open shot from the top of the box, so I beat a man, took the shot, and followed up with my left foot. There was apparently an open man to my left when I took the shot, but I did not see nor hear him. He gave me flak afterwards, but I apologized and all was well.
At the very end of the game, I had the opportunity for a disgustingly sick overhead kick that I had set myself up for, but some guy put his head down to head it away from me, so I got called for a high kick.
It'd have been something like that.
All in all, I was disappointed with a few of my team members, namely one who mentioned in the dressing room that all of our goals were flukes. I'm not such why people insist on considering our team bad, I know for a fact that we have what it takes to be better, but we just have a few things holding us back. Sunday we have a three hour practice, and as player-coach, I will be damned if I cannot do anything about the negative atmosphere. Seriously, we're not as bad as we think we are, in fact, two of our losses have been by one point. We can most definitely be better than we are at the moment.
I nutmeg'd a guy at one point, too, but I couldn't get around him because he fouled me. I also got meg'd, but that's cool. I should change my stance at times. In addition, I did one of my very favourite things - I sprinted up behind a guy with a breakaway and got my foot in just in time to block a shot.
I nutmeg'd a guy at one point, too, but I couldn't get around him because he fouled me. I also got meg'd, but that's cool. I should change my stance at times. In addition, I did one of my very favourite things - I sprinted up behind a guy with a breakaway and got my foot in just in time to block a shot.
Last night I played Brenden in squash, beating him 4-3. I am getting better. I've got to go play Tom though, so see you all soon.
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