The White Eagles officially got our asses handed to ourselves playing a division one team on Sunday. We lost 18-1. I managed our only goal, and barely. I shot it awkwardly at their goal, and my own teammate was the only person in the way. With a quite audible grunt, he leaned to the side and back, allowing my shot to go in.
On the upside, that's the second team we've played where we've been hideously outmatched but still managed to not get shut out, I guess.
Though I did find it fun telling people optimistically that the score was 18-1, and then asking them to guess how many goals I got.
The game itself was a joke. We had two subs, so I ended up playing about 40 minutes. I was caught on many, many 1 vs. 3s, and my team was able to create none of anything that gave us a chance, except a corner kick which I got my goal from.
One of the boys said later that I was the best player we had. That was nice.
The Team Gigantic game the next night was one I'd say we were more likely to win, until I walked into the dressing room of eleven men. Normally this would not be a problem, for a men's team, but we have a co-ed team. I had maybe 12 minutes play time, maximum. I played the first half as a midfielder, where I felt somewhat ineffective. For the second half, I switched to striker, and I was really able to make a mess of their deep passing in my usual free role. I didn't manage to have anything amount to anything other than getting kicked hard in the stomach while running by somebody and a bunch of steals, unfortunately.
We lost 4-1, ending our hopes to be the Christmas tournament champions.
We have to figure out a way to downsize the team next time. It was nearly impossible to establish rhythm, as you were off three minutes after you went on, and then you'd wait 10-13 minutes to go back on.It didn't help that you'd be on with different people most times, either.
Ahh well.
On the upside, that's the second team we've played where we've been hideously outmatched but still managed to not get shut out, I guess.
Though I did find it fun telling people optimistically that the score was 18-1, and then asking them to guess how many goals I got.
The game itself was a joke. We had two subs, so I ended up playing about 40 minutes. I was caught on many, many 1 vs. 3s, and my team was able to create none of anything that gave us a chance, except a corner kick which I got my goal from.
One of the boys said later that I was the best player we had. That was nice.
The Team Gigantic game the next night was one I'd say we were more likely to win, until I walked into the dressing room of eleven men. Normally this would not be a problem, for a men's team, but we have a co-ed team. I had maybe 12 minutes play time, maximum. I played the first half as a midfielder, where I felt somewhat ineffective. For the second half, I switched to striker, and I was really able to make a mess of their deep passing in my usual free role. I didn't manage to have anything amount to anything other than getting kicked hard in the stomach while running by somebody and a bunch of steals, unfortunately.
We lost 4-1, ending our hopes to be the Christmas tournament champions.
We have to figure out a way to downsize the team next time. It was nearly impossible to establish rhythm, as you were off three minutes after you went on, and then you'd wait 10-13 minutes to go back on.It didn't help that you'd be on with different people most times, either.
Ahh well.
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