It has been a somber day in my existence. Earlier, I had gone to my first car to clean all of my things out, as he was written off. Rest in peace my steel stallion.
Last night's game was one of the old Winnipeg co-ed derbies between us and Academy. The atmosphere is always tense, because they're a team full of assholes, one of which frequently bursts into extreme bouts of rage - I've mentioned him before. For the sake of this blog, we shall call him "Big old fuck" I still have yet to find and edit the video of him beating the shit out of the boards at halftime, when we stomped them in last year's cup final.
This time was no exception. I was playing Midfield, and was normally on a line with Jay. Big old fuck decided to trip Jay and then start yelling at him, with various swears and saying it's "not premier soccer anymore". I don't know what he was getting at there, seeing as he was the one flipping out in a co-ed game. But Jay and I got our revenge.
Jay was running up with the ball, me ahead of him. As usual, a flock of people dispossessed him near their box, and one passed it back to (who they thought) was a player of theirs behind them. This player was actually me, so I took a touch, and then rifled a shot top shelf-style past an onrushing goalie.
For the remainder of the first half, the score remained 1-0. When the second half begun, their best player scored (I had been marking him, but I was on the bench at the time thanks to equal opportunity). I marked him quite well, he only shot once around me the entire game, and the shot was well off target. I also hustled back and forth quite a bit, and had a few good runs.
I had a couple of headers, one on target, from accurate-enough-but-behind-me free kicks, and then a volley which went just over the net in the 40th minute, that I really should've took care to make go in.
In the last five minutes, I dispossessed somebody and ran up to face Big old fuck on a one on one. I shot, but it deflected oddly off both of us, falling for Adrian. Adrian took it, and shot it, bouncing it down off the crossbar for a goal to make it 2-1. I ran to him, screamed, and hugged him. We ended up winning the game, in spite of having to watch a nervy last 5 minutes.
After the game, which my dad watched and said was really exciting, we spoke on it for a while. He mentioned that Matt had played well, so I texted him:
"Hey man, my dad said you played well, and that you're fun to watch because you're physical."
"Nice thanx"
"No problem."
"Well I was hopin' that big old fuck would go in the corner so I could put him in the hospital"
So now, to me, he has a new name.
Big game tonight, it's a semi-tryout for a decent men's team that plays in the top division of a complex close to my area. The team I'm speaking of is AFC Soccer, and I imagine I'll do well, because the field is decently large. I'm feeling good about it, but we'll see.
Also worth noting is the White Eagles recent obsession with Red Dawn and Dirty Dancing. I think they've officially lost it - one teammate wants to "play 5 defenders only so we can clog up the back like a block of cheese". Another is sending video clips over E-mail.
Last night's game was one of the old Winnipeg co-ed derbies between us and Academy. The atmosphere is always tense, because they're a team full of assholes, one of which frequently bursts into extreme bouts of rage - I've mentioned him before. For the sake of this blog, we shall call him "Big old fuck" I still have yet to find and edit the video of him beating the shit out of the boards at halftime, when we stomped them in last year's cup final.
This time was no exception. I was playing Midfield, and was normally on a line with Jay. Big old fuck decided to trip Jay and then start yelling at him, with various swears and saying it's "not premier soccer anymore". I don't know what he was getting at there, seeing as he was the one flipping out in a co-ed game. But Jay and I got our revenge.
Jay was running up with the ball, me ahead of him. As usual, a flock of people dispossessed him near their box, and one passed it back to (who they thought) was a player of theirs behind them. This player was actually me, so I took a touch, and then rifled a shot top shelf-style past an onrushing goalie.
For the remainder of the first half, the score remained 1-0. When the second half begun, their best player scored (I had been marking him, but I was on the bench at the time thanks to equal opportunity). I marked him quite well, he only shot once around me the entire game, and the shot was well off target. I also hustled back and forth quite a bit, and had a few good runs.
I had a couple of headers, one on target, from accurate-enough-but-behind-me free kicks, and then a volley which went just over the net in the 40th minute, that I really should've took care to make go in.
In the last five minutes, I dispossessed somebody and ran up to face Big old fuck on a one on one. I shot, but it deflected oddly off both of us, falling for Adrian. Adrian took it, and shot it, bouncing it down off the crossbar for a goal to make it 2-1. I ran to him, screamed, and hugged him. We ended up winning the game, in spite of having to watch a nervy last 5 minutes.
After the game, which my dad watched and said was really exciting, we spoke on it for a while. He mentioned that Matt had played well, so I texted him:
"Hey man, my dad said you played well, and that you're fun to watch because you're physical."
"Nice thanx"
"No problem."
"Well I was hopin' that big old fuck would go in the corner so I could put him in the hospital"
So now, to me, he has a new name.
Big game tonight, it's a semi-tryout for a decent men's team that plays in the top division of a complex close to my area. The team I'm speaking of is AFC Soccer, and I imagine I'll do well, because the field is decently large. I'm feeling good about it, but we'll see.
Also worth noting is the White Eagles recent obsession with Red Dawn and Dirty Dancing. I think they've officially lost it - one teammate wants to "play 5 defenders only so we can clog up the back like a block of cheese". Another is sending video clips over E-mail.
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