Jesus, what a weekend. I found that sleep is VERY important the night before a game. Even five hours will make you feel like you're dragging a lead moose around. I played midfield, switching off with Jay, and I also found that our team focuses very much on the midfield. in fact, almost every attack ends up going through our midfield at one point or another.
If you know me, you may (or most likely not, unless we've talked indoor strategy) know that I am a huge advocate of the 2-2-1 formation in indoor soccer. Very basically, this is because you form a good box for the short pass, you get more cover on defense, and most importantly, there is no choke point that is apparent in the 2-1-2. In essence, you get more players involved in all aspects of play with greater ease.
Quite often, our midfielders have to dribble quite a lot before releasing the ball - this is a combination of our huge gap between strikers and defenders that our mid is expected to cover, the fact that our stronger players are in the midfield, and we are very much a counter attacking team. This is fine, for Jay. It suits his style perfectly. It suits mine as well, but only to a point - I merely consider myself one with good hustle on the counterattack. However, I think my best asset (offensively) is my vision and movement - the ability pass into ideal areas, and to be in good spots for passes by passing and moving "strategically"*. However, I enjoy having the play generally come through me quite often, as more ball time requires you to get better on the ball, which I am most likely doing.
I'm sorry about that last paragraph being so ego-centric, but I would assume that if that bothered you, you would not at all be looking at my blog, which at times is a hub for ego-centrism.
However, I think I'm onto something about the newly-developed Cancer formation. Also, please note that Cancer is a crab as opposed to a lobster, as shown in the image. I don't need to be spreading false information now, do I?
Really though, think of it. This formation has two attackers playing off each other, a sweeper, as the last man back, then a stopper and midfielder. You may say it's a lot of things, for example, "like a 2-1-2" or "bad", but I think it gives you more length at the sacrifice of width in defense. It could work, I believe. Heck, you could even name a run up from the defender 'the lobster tail attack'. It's got everything it requires - a thought, a name and a diagram.‡
At any rate, we lost the game 4-1.
Today was strange. Practice was canceled, so we went to the Toad and talked strategy. I also had a Toad burger, which, if you recall, was on the feedbag at one point. Speaking of...
Today on Greg's Feedbag:
Casa Burrito's "Smokey flank steak burrito".
This new hot spot for a quick fix of Mexican food is fantastic. Sure, I'm pals with the owner, but he has really done well for himself in this case, this restaurant is fantastic. It combines the laid back atmosphere of university with the busyness of downtown and strange naming and aesthetic value of Starbucks.
The burrito itself is made fresh for you, using very few if any processed elements. It is also delicious, moderately inexpensive, filling, simple, and fast. Very little can be said about it negatively, other than the experience of eating it is over all too quickly. Winnipeg has a new pinnacle for Mexican cuisine. 4.5/5 gullets satisfied.
After talking strategy, I arranged to hang out with my good friend Keeley. Unfortunately, my bloody car was stolen (by a tow truck). Thankfully, my dad bailed me out of the jam I was in. The character shown at the beginning of the blog is Boris Badenov of The Rocky and Bullwinkle show. I chose him for a couple reasons. First, my car is named Boris. Second, I felt like being a rascal, so I went into the Safeway where I parked, and walked around for five minutes, with the purpose of looking shifty and nervous. Turns out what I had set out to do originally had worked, I attracted a large, crew-cut security oaf. I did not feel like going overboard and smashing jam jars, so I turned it into a war of attrition. I picked up a National Geographic about oddities of the world as my weapon of choice. His was a novel. I buried my head into my book, and checked on him occasionally. I ended up getting through the entire read and wasting an hour of his time (I like to think of it as his employers time, he'd be there anyway) before he gave up. I considered it a personal victory over the assholes that stranded me in Osborne Village for an hour. Soon after, I got a call from my dad, who was just about outside.
We grabbed my car from an impound lot, and parted ways. I met up with Keeley, Alaina, and their mother for dinner at Moxies, which was fantastic. They were such great company, I had missed my futsal game. My apologies go out to my team, but what a fantastic dinner.
* Into open space.
† Originally a joke, now requires a name change.
‡ Originally was slightly funny and horribly stupid, opted for philosophical and motivational.
However, I think I'm onto something about the newly-developed Cancer formation. Also, please note that Cancer is a crab as opposed to a lobster, as shown in the image. I don't need to be spreading false information now, do I?
Really though, think of it. This formation has two attackers playing off each other, a sweeper, as the last man back, then a stopper and midfielder. You may say it's a lot of things, for example, "like a 2-1-2" or "bad", but I think it gives you more length at the sacrifice of width in defense. It could work, I believe. Heck, you could even name a run up from the defender 'the lobster tail attack'. It's got everything it requires - a thought, a name and a diagram.‡
At any rate, we lost the game 4-1.
Today was strange. Practice was canceled, so we went to the Toad and talked strategy. I also had a Toad burger, which, if you recall, was on the feedbag at one point. Speaking of...
Today on Greg's Feedbag:
Casa Burrito's "Smokey flank steak burrito".
This new hot spot for a quick fix of Mexican food is fantastic. Sure, I'm pals with the owner, but he has really done well for himself in this case, this restaurant is fantastic. It combines the laid back atmosphere of university with the busyness of downtown and strange naming and aesthetic value of Starbucks.
The burrito itself is made fresh for you, using very few if any processed elements. It is also delicious, moderately inexpensive, filling, simple, and fast. Very little can be said about it negatively, other than the experience of eating it is over all too quickly. Winnipeg has a new pinnacle for Mexican cuisine. 4.5/5 gullets satisfied.
After talking strategy, I arranged to hang out with my good friend Keeley. Unfortunately, my bloody car was stolen (by a tow truck). Thankfully, my dad bailed me out of the jam I was in. The character shown at the beginning of the blog is Boris Badenov of The Rocky and Bullwinkle show. I chose him for a couple reasons. First, my car is named Boris. Second, I felt like being a rascal, so I went into the Safeway where I parked, and walked around for five minutes, with the purpose of looking shifty and nervous. Turns out what I had set out to do originally had worked, I attracted a large, crew-cut security oaf. I did not feel like going overboard and smashing jam jars, so I turned it into a war of attrition. I picked up a National Geographic about oddities of the world as my weapon of choice. His was a novel. I buried my head into my book, and checked on him occasionally. I ended up getting through the entire read and wasting an hour of his time (I like to think of it as his employers time, he'd be there anyway) before he gave up. I considered it a personal victory over the assholes that stranded me in Osborne Village for an hour. Soon after, I got a call from my dad, who was just about outside.
We grabbed my car from an impound lot, and parted ways. I met up with Keeley, Alaina, and their mother for dinner at Moxies, which was fantastic. They were such great company, I had missed my futsal game. My apologies go out to my team, but what a fantastic dinner.
* Into open space.
† Originally a joke, now requires a name change.
‡ Originally was slightly funny and horribly stupid, opted for philosophical and motivational.



2 comments:
ya know instead of cancer, scorpio might work. after all, a scorpion is sort of liek a lobster, but instead of a lobster tail attack (mmm pass the butter) i think a scorpion tail brings a bit more fear. just saying is all
That is an incredibly astute observation.
The problem with that is that Scorpio has a ton of stars.
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