If there was such a thing to an antecedent to a bad game, a likely scenario would be forgetting your boots and shin pads, and being required to use a teammates' spare pair of shoes and knee pads as shin guards. This was last night for me. The Wheagles (White Eagles) and I had three on the bench too, so we didn't fare to well - everybody got tired, aside from myself.
We were against a team two spots ahead of us, so this one waswithin our grasp likely to be closer than usual.
Writing about this game now, I'm re-rationalizing my frustrations that I had last night. We played terribly, myself included (but I'd say to a lesser extent), and there were no fingers to point - it was more of an arm to wave around the dressing room.
I played lone striker in our horrible 3-2-0 formation (yes, I know there's no strikers on that, but our lack of goals had to come from somewhere), and still ended up sprinting back to save us from 3-on-1s and the like. Every other ball to me would be terrible, and the remainder were either simple passes that still managed to be placed badly, or long balls that were playing tag with the roof of the complex.
I had four decent chances: the first, I passed it, but it was a bad pass, I will admit - and I got accused of hogging by one of my team mates. The second and third, I touched it around the goalie, but got fouled badly both times. It was only to be met with the good old Winnipeg referee tradition of putting the whistling to your mouth and then failing to exhale.
The fourth involved me drawing everybody away from the same man who accused me of hogging, and squaring him a pass while he was wide open in front of the net.
He did the 4-year old ball-circling shuffle, and finally shot on a still wide open net. He then got saved, because he took way too long, and the goalie showed more heart than my teammate ever could.
To top his performance off, the asshole who had a go at me decided to have the worst clearance ever. I can't even find a clip of somebody just completely missing a ball that's in the air ripe for kicking, but that's essentially what he did. If you've seen how they do it on the FIFA games, this was exactly that - he swung, missed, hobbled around trying to regain his balance, and by then you're already swearing at your player for giving the opposition a breakaway.
All of this begs the question;
Why do I even bother?
Well, there are a few decent guys on that team, and I do like most of them. I do get a decent workout, and I have paid for it already.
Oh yeah, we lost 7-0, and I was visibly frustrated with my own team for the first time ever.
We were against a team two spots ahead of us, so this one was
Writing about this game now, I'm re-rationalizing my frustrations that I had last night. We played terribly, myself included (but I'd say to a lesser extent), and there were no fingers to point - it was more of an arm to wave around the dressing room.
I played lone striker in our horrible 3-2-0 formation (yes, I know there's no strikers on that, but our lack of goals had to come from somewhere), and still ended up sprinting back to save us from 3-on-1s and the like. Every other ball to me would be terrible, and the remainder were either simple passes that still managed to be placed badly, or long balls that were playing tag with the roof of the complex.
I had four decent chances: the first, I passed it, but it was a bad pass, I will admit - and I got accused of hogging by one of my team mates. The second and third, I touched it around the goalie, but got fouled badly both times. It was only to be met with the good old Winnipeg referee tradition of putting the whistling to your mouth and then failing to exhale.
The fourth involved me drawing everybody away from the same man who accused me of hogging, and squaring him a pass while he was wide open in front of the net.
He did the 4-year old ball-circling shuffle, and finally shot on a still wide open net. He then got saved, because he took way too long, and the goalie showed more heart than my teammate ever could.
To top his performance off, the asshole who had a go at me decided to have the worst clearance ever. I can't even find a clip of somebody just completely missing a ball that's in the air ripe for kicking, but that's essentially what he did. If you've seen how they do it on the FIFA games, this was exactly that - he swung, missed, hobbled around trying to regain his balance, and by then you're already swearing at your player for giving the opposition a breakaway.
All of this begs the question;
Why do I even bother?
Well, there are a few decent guys on that team, and I do like most of them. I do get a decent workout, and I have paid for it already.
Oh yeah, we lost 7-0, and I was visibly frustrated with my own team for the first time ever.
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