My dreams are all extremely weird. I had one zombie dream a night back, and tonight it was ghosts in a setting that could be straight from a bad show on the Showcase television network.
And then a week ago, I had a dream where I was being attacked by these miniature yeti-like creatures.
A few days ago I did hours of work on my left foot, turning, and ball control. I feel a lot more comfortable on my left now.
Yesterday both Team Gigantic and the White Eagles played. The Team Gigantic game went well, I played defender, switching off with Jay. I felt I did a lot of work, making a lot of very forward runs. I assisted a goal that looked a lot like the first goal and somewhat like three of the other four Manchester City goals, take a look here. If you didn't see the game, you missed a good one.
I made a lot of other forward runs like that, occasionally getting caught up. When I was on, however, nobody scored on us, and we ended up winning the game 7-2. In the dying seconds, one of their teammates had a breakaway, and by the time he was in our attacking third, he was already ten meters or so ahead of me, as I had ran up with the ball not a moment before. I chased at full speed, and ended up hitting the ball away from him and then turning around and taking it to the other end, completely screwing up a pass to Stephen. It was fun, though. Especially to play with Carissa and Stephen again.
The Eagles game was ten minutes after the end of the other, and on a different field, so I was a bit late. I arrived ten minutes from half time to the White Eagles game, and we were down 7-0. We finished the game with a 9-1 loss, according to the scoreboard, but I think the timekeeper fudged it down a couple goals. I did manage to score with my left foot, and I was able to dribble around a few of their players. They were a decent team with a lot of combination play, a couple really good players, and excellent movement off the ball, and my team had a bad tendancy not to mark goalside. A lot.
My goal was one that would've been frustrating had I not got it, I headed a long cross just wide, off the boards, then trapped it on my left foot a couple meters from goal. It took a second, but I fired it with my left foot and in. It kinda felt like I had an overly long time to take the shot, their defense probably slackened up on me a bit, though I don't doubt that they'd have wanted the shutout.
If the dying seconds of this game, there was a 2-1 on our net, so I raced back and cut out the pass, vaguely similar to what I had done earlier that night. I ran in the corner for the ball with some guy, he ran in pretty hard too, and we collided and both hit the boards. I felt it was intentional, but it may've not been. We both went down, I hit my hand against the boards really hard, and from the sounds of it, he pinched a nerve. I didn't like this guy for showboating around my teammates already, so I was kind of angry about it. I didn't check to see if he was good, and looking back on it, I should've.
But everybody had fun.
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