What a weekend. Saturday, I ended up going to only one of my two games because I injured my hip in the earlier game with the White Eagles. We had one sub, so I had to tough it out, and I ended up playing about 46 minutes; way more than half of those minutes carrying the injury. I'd have played the whole thing, but after about 15 minutes straight, I developed a searing pain in my shins, so I sat off for a couple minutes.
The other two minutes were due to a yellow card. My team's captain told me to "get that number 3". He ran top speed at me not 5 seconds later, and I gave him one fuck of a shin-to-shin. I have hard shell shin pads, and we both fell, if that gives you any idea on how hard the hit was. I did swing a little, yes, and definitely deserved the card. I was more or less doing it for the two-minute break... And because I'm impressionable.
Yellow card.
Before that, I had been pushed into the boards, prompting a yellow to the assailant. I suppose I hit my hip, because I think I received a minor contusion of the right gluteus maximus.
In other words, I hit the muscle on the back of my right hip. This hurt (and still does) quite a bit, but got much better overnight.
We only ended up losing that one 4-0, which was pretty good.
Much to my chagrin, I ended up missing the second game of that day, 10 hours later, with AFC Soccer. This was a sacrifice I was willing to make, as I assumed we were ill-prepared for the Team Gigantic game today, hearing from the manager that "everybody's gone for that game". This included ourprima donna top scorer, Jay.
The manager, before she left, was pretty taciturn about who would and wouldn't be around for the game, so I attended with the idea that I'd play if absolutely required (I estimated having 5 guys, so one outfield substitute minus the goalie). I sorted the team out before the match, and got everything rolling. We hit full stride quickly, and I felt fantastic while playing. We put one in the net thanks to Adrian, and then shortly after, he set me up for our second, which was quite a stroke of luck. I shot on target to the near post from a sharp angle, however the goalie tipped it slightly off-course. It still remained roughly on course, but it no longer headed into the small space of net that I had planned for it to go in. It hit the wall, bounced off the goalie's back, and rolled in.
If we had hit full stride before, we were really hitting extreme stride now. When I was on (playing midfield), we had not conceded a goal the entire game, and we had a deluge of shots going at their net. We passed incredibly, and at one point I almost nailed a left-footed volley, but it went off the crossbar, hit the ground, then off the crossbar again before bouncing out. My shots were incredibly hard today, as well. At one point, I had four people in front of me in a T-shape, and one attacker with me. With no run up, I rolled the ball with the bottom of my foot ever so slightly and cracked a low driven shot at the keeper, curling it around a player. I surprised myself, and attribute the shot power to the Sunday night workout.
Later in the game, I misjudged a bouncing ball and wasn't able to win it in the air, so I gave chase, easily beating an opponent. He shoved me down, and the ref blew play dead. Derek ran over, and I knew he was about to do something that the ref wouldn't agree with, so I held him back. I ended up getting in between Derek and the goon, which resulted in Derek throwing a light open palmed punch by my head and onto his adversaries'. The response to that was to stick his middle finger into my mouth (hopefully) unintentionally. Bite reflex kicked in, though not hard.
Red card.
Derek saw red. I had sweat in my mouth, but their player decided to mouth off to the ref, warranting two yellows. We played the rest of the game 4-a-side, and I started really going crazy with the lengthy runs, but vouched to get off sooner rather than later. We won 7-2.
We didn't shake hands, but Derek said he'd be my next Valentine... Just so long as he doesn't steal my arm-whirl goal celebration again.
It's bedtime for me though, just after some stretches. I am stiff as a board tonight.
The other two minutes were due to a yellow card. My team's captain told me to "get that number 3". He ran top speed at me not 5 seconds later, and I gave him one fuck of a shin-to-shin. I have hard shell shin pads, and we both fell, if that gives you any idea on how hard the hit was. I did swing a little, yes, and definitely deserved the card. I was more or less doing it for the two-minute break... And because I'm impressionable.
Yellow card.Before that, I had been pushed into the boards, prompting a yellow to the assailant. I suppose I hit my hip, because I think I received a minor contusion of the right gluteus maximus.
In other words, I hit the muscle on the back of my right hip. This hurt (and still does) quite a bit, but got much better overnight.
We only ended up losing that one 4-0, which was pretty good.
Much to my chagrin, I ended up missing the second game of that day, 10 hours later, with AFC Soccer. This was a sacrifice I was willing to make, as I assumed we were ill-prepared for the Team Gigantic game today, hearing from the manager that "everybody's gone for that game". This included our
The manager, before she left, was pretty taciturn about who would and wouldn't be around for the game, so I attended with the idea that I'd play if absolutely required (I estimated having 5 guys, so one outfield substitute minus the goalie). I sorted the team out before the match, and got everything rolling. We hit full stride quickly, and I felt fantastic while playing. We put one in the net thanks to Adrian, and then shortly after, he set me up for our second, which was quite a stroke of luck. I shot on target to the near post from a sharp angle, however the goalie tipped it slightly off-course. It still remained roughly on course, but it no longer headed into the small space of net that I had planned for it to go in. It hit the wall, bounced off the goalie's back, and rolled in.
If we had hit full stride before, we were really hitting extreme stride now. When I was on (playing midfield), we had not conceded a goal the entire game, and we had a deluge of shots going at their net. We passed incredibly, and at one point I almost nailed a left-footed volley, but it went off the crossbar, hit the ground, then off the crossbar again before bouncing out. My shots were incredibly hard today, as well. At one point, I had four people in front of me in a T-shape, and one attacker with me. With no run up, I rolled the ball with the bottom of my foot ever so slightly and cracked a low driven shot at the keeper, curling it around a player. I surprised myself, and attribute the shot power to the Sunday night workout.
Later in the game, I misjudged a bouncing ball and wasn't able to win it in the air, so I gave chase, easily beating an opponent. He shoved me down, and the ref blew play dead. Derek ran over, and I knew he was about to do something that the ref wouldn't agree with, so I held him back. I ended up getting in between Derek and the goon, which resulted in Derek throwing a light open palmed punch by my head and onto his adversaries'. The response to that was to stick his middle finger into my mouth (hopefully) unintentionally. Bite reflex kicked in, though not hard.
Red card.Derek saw red. I had sweat in my mouth, but their player decided to mouth off to the ref, warranting two yellows. We played the rest of the game 4-a-side, and I started really going crazy with the lengthy runs, but vouched to get off sooner rather than later. We won 7-2.
We didn't shake hands, but Derek said he'd be my next Valentine... Just so long as he doesn't steal my arm-whirl goal celebration again.
It's bedtime for me though, just after some stretches. I am stiff as a board tonight.
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yup....i'm the modern day eric canotna what can i say.....i'm just THAT good
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