I have been so tired lately, requiring ten hours of sleep at least. These are nights that I don't play, either. Friday I was pretty good, but Saturday I was particularly lethargic, most likely because of the game Friday.
That game was a Team Gigantic game, and I ended up playing defense. I had a remarkable game in many aspects: I was beating people, attacking dangerously, but defending well as well. I set up our team's only goal by feeding it through a goalie and defender to an open Derek in front of the net (but don't ask me what I was doing all the way up there), and unfortunately was able to do nothing about the three goals that came against us when I wasn't on. I had one shot, which was from range and hit on the first shot. The shot curved and then just hit the inside of one of the posts, ricocheting out.
I went to the Edwards' for the night and fell asleep at four. Keeley woke me up at seven for snowboarding, but it turned out to be too cold. I went back to sleep for another three hours. Perhaps that had something to do with playing terribly yesterday.
The first game was a Fury game. We won 7-3, but I missed boatloads of chances, and scored twice, playing forward. My first goal was strange, I was a few feet from the goal, with a mostly open net. I put the ball onto my right foot with my left, but the ball was in the air. The best way to describe what happened next, when the ball got to my right foot was that I scooped and flicked it into the net. Strange. My second goal was self-made, with a steal that, with a little roll-the-ball-behind-me-but-towards-their-net move turned into a breakaway.
In the AFC Soccer game, I was playing terribly. At one point I was taking an indirect kick and I miss-kicked it, giving the other team a 2-on-1. They scored, and were up 6-3 at half. I felt pretty bad, and the other guys were angry at me. Thankfully it was only momentarily, but I still sat off the second half. We ended up winning 9-8, with no thanks to me. We all decided to go for pizza after the post-game chat, the highlight of which was this:
"You know that fucking guy who waves his hands around, with all the instruments? The maestro?"
Courtesy Jahan, of course. I don't know what he was getting at.
While we're on the subject of funny quotes, a few weeks back, I forgot to mention one of Mustafa's:
"You seemed a little sluggish out there, did you fuck your girl before you came?"
Funny in itself, but to add to it, my dad was standing nearby, struggling to keep a straight face when he heard this.
During pizza, Jahan kept trying to explain that the system was just not working for me, and the guys were really nice about the whole thing, trying to externalize the problem, but I know that I need a full night's sleep, and to work on my touch. As well, I need to stop panicking when I play with them. They really haven't seen me at my best yet, I think. I am still learning, though. For example, Mustafa (Fury) told me to fake some lunges for the ball while defending, because it throws people off. I've seen this done before, but it never occurred to try it.
As far as Jahan's system goes, he was the midfielder to only defend when we have a third man running to attack us. Other than that, he wants a centralized midfielder, structured passing play, and quick counterattacks, all in a 2-1-2 formation.
I think, when I get back with the Eagles (I missed one of their games tonight, they lost 6-1), things will change, in that I'm going to start carrying the ball more.
It's funny though; right when you think you're improving, a bad game sets you back.
That game was a Team Gigantic game, and I ended up playing defense. I had a remarkable game in many aspects: I was beating people, attacking dangerously, but defending well as well. I set up our team's only goal by feeding it through a goalie and defender to an open Derek in front of the net (but don't ask me what I was doing all the way up there), and unfortunately was able to do nothing about the three goals that came against us when I wasn't on. I had one shot, which was from range and hit on the first shot. The shot curved and then just hit the inside of one of the posts, ricocheting out.
I went to the Edwards' for the night and fell asleep at four. Keeley woke me up at seven for snowboarding, but it turned out to be too cold. I went back to sleep for another three hours. Perhaps that had something to do with playing terribly yesterday.
The first game was a Fury game. We won 7-3, but I missed boatloads of chances, and scored twice, playing forward. My first goal was strange, I was a few feet from the goal, with a mostly open net. I put the ball onto my right foot with my left, but the ball was in the air. The best way to describe what happened next, when the ball got to my right foot was that I scooped and flicked it into the net. Strange. My second goal was self-made, with a steal that, with a little roll-the-ball-behind-me-but-towards-their-net move turned into a breakaway.
In the AFC Soccer game, I was playing terribly. At one point I was taking an indirect kick and I miss-kicked it, giving the other team a 2-on-1. They scored, and were up 6-3 at half. I felt pretty bad, and the other guys were angry at me. Thankfully it was only momentarily, but I still sat off the second half. We ended up winning 9-8, with no thanks to me. We all decided to go for pizza after the post-game chat, the highlight of which was this:
"You know that fucking guy who waves his hands around, with all the instruments? The maestro?"
Courtesy Jahan, of course. I don't know what he was getting at.
While we're on the subject of funny quotes, a few weeks back, I forgot to mention one of Mustafa's:
"You seemed a little sluggish out there, did you fuck your girl before you came?"
Funny in itself, but to add to it, my dad was standing nearby, struggling to keep a straight face when he heard this.
During pizza, Jahan kept trying to explain that the system was just not working for me, and the guys were really nice about the whole thing, trying to externalize the problem, but I know that I need a full night's sleep, and to work on my touch. As well, I need to stop panicking when I play with them. They really haven't seen me at my best yet, I think. I am still learning, though. For example, Mustafa (Fury) told me to fake some lunges for the ball while defending, because it throws people off. I've seen this done before, but it never occurred to try it.
As far as Jahan's system goes, he was the midfielder to only defend when we have a third man running to attack us. Other than that, he wants a centralized midfielder, structured passing play, and quick counterattacks, all in a 2-1-2 formation.
I think, when I get back with the Eagles (I missed one of their games tonight, they lost 6-1), things will change, in that I'm going to start carrying the ball more.
It's funny though; right when you think you're improving, a bad game sets you back.
1 comment:
cassie destroyed us twice.....and i hustled my ass off against the third one but missed and a skidder beat shaun.
but seriously.....cassie is in a 2 on 2.....and commits to the ball....both times....she leaves her person wide open in front of the net. know what happens when you're open in front of the net? ppl get you the ball and you score.....you and i would know
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