Saturday and Sunday consisted of the kinds of games that really work you, one per day.
Saturday it was with Fury, I played defense and discovered that my ball control is not what it should be. My first touch is fine, but I just can not plan ahead when I touch the ball. Part of it, I think, is panic from just being pitted against somebody else. Another part could be the fact that whenever I try to put the moves on somebody in co-ed and other teams, I just sprint by with the ball, or have enough time to do something, whether it be a step over or roll with bottom of my foot. After I do a move, I usually end up sprinting by anyways.
Anyway, we won that game 7-3, with very few talking points to speak of.
If there were something to fault AFC Soccer on, it'd be the chronically late players. We frequently start games late because we do not have the proper amount of players, and tonight was no exception. We had 3 and a goalie, and had two scored on us before we were able to fill the field. We then tore through the opposition like a TV dinner, to the tune of 14-5. I played defense and scored once, off a rebound that I had enough time to blast it in off the keeper. I came close a few other times, kicking a squared pass a foot above the top right corner, and then having another attempt thwarted at goal line while I was on the ground. Another team mate popped in and finished it though, so I suppose I can call it an assist.
The leg injury on the back of my knee is still preventing a full range of movement, but only bothers me when walking, and not while playing. I feel the issue will resolve itself in a couple days.
For news of the more personal flavor, I ended an un-planned stay at my surrogate family's house for a week. It's nice to be back in my own room, but it was strange; I came into my house and was welcomed by a batch of freshly made cookies. And boy, were they good.
Saturday it was with Fury, I played defense and discovered that my ball control is not what it should be. My first touch is fine, but I just can not plan ahead when I touch the ball. Part of it, I think, is panic from just being pitted against somebody else. Another part could be the fact that whenever I try to put the moves on somebody in co-ed and other teams, I just sprint by with the ball, or have enough time to do something, whether it be a step over or roll with bottom of my foot. After I do a move, I usually end up sprinting by anyways.
Anyway, we won that game 7-3, with very few talking points to speak of.
If there were something to fault AFC Soccer on, it'd be the chronically late players. We frequently start games late because we do not have the proper amount of players, and tonight was no exception. We had 3 and a goalie, and had two scored on us before we were able to fill the field. We then tore through the opposition like a TV dinner, to the tune of 14-5. I played defense and scored once, off a rebound that I had enough time to blast it in off the keeper. I came close a few other times, kicking a squared pass a foot above the top right corner, and then having another attempt thwarted at goal line while I was on the ground. Another team mate popped in and finished it though, so I suppose I can call it an assist.
The leg injury on the back of my knee is still preventing a full range of movement, but only bothers me when walking, and not while playing. I feel the issue will resolve itself in a couple days.
For news of the more personal flavor, I ended an un-planned stay at my surrogate family's house for a week. It's nice to be back in my own room, but it was strange; I came into my house and was welcomed by a batch of freshly made cookies. And boy, were they good.
2 comments:
freshly baked cookies...aw hell all i got was a truck
oh, and i think you overthink when u get the ball. u have the ability to do the skills with your feet, but transferring them into gametime situatios seems to get u. i dunno if its lack of confidence or overthniking, but ultimately a decisiion needs to be made, even if it's sprint by the guy. and one typically sprints by the person anyway, i mean you don't deke the guy out of his face and stay put, you move your ass to capitilize on the advantage
I think I'll develop a go-to move that I just use every time, like Ronaldo and his stepovers, or Jay and his, well, I'm not sure what it's called.
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