Yesterday night, I played my first game with Electric Shoes. The team takes a few of the better players from White Eagles and mixes them with a bit of young blood, a bit of old blood, and a bit of feminine blood.
Overall, it looks like a team that shouldn't be in the bottom level of the Coverall's co-ed hierarchy.
But we are.
I was placed on defense in a 2-1-2 formation. Our girls attacked. In spite of "going easy", I played well enough to not allow any goals when I was on, but badly enough to make a few mistakes. I'm not sure if Fabio telling me to tone it down got to me, or if it was just the fatigue, but I let the ball roll under my foot one particularly bad time, and generally eased the pressure on their attacking players more than I should've. We won 4-2.
The fact remains though, that I want more license to attack. I'm positive I looked like a caged animal back in defense, as I ran far forward whenever I had the chance. I'm going to pitch the idea for a 1-1-2-1 formation as we looked pretty solid in the back, hoping that the two girls that would play the attacking mid positions (who were excellent passers) could come back and defend when needed, and otherwise give us width. The reason for the one striker is that we just lacked a bit of an edge, and a strong front man could give that to us.
Tonight I play in my city's new complex over at the university. Should be interesting, as it's a tryout for the Saint James Hurricanes. Unfortunately, I miss a Team Gigantic game for it, but sacrifices must be made, I suppose.
In other news, I'm sick, and exams. Oh, and I missed the first and last playoff game for the Eagles because it was at 11 AM. And I was sick.
Stop rolling your eyes at me like that.
Overall, it looks like a team that shouldn't be in the bottom level of the Coverall's co-ed hierarchy.
But we are.
I was placed on defense in a 2-1-2 formation. Our girls attacked. In spite of "going easy", I played well enough to not allow any goals when I was on, but badly enough to make a few mistakes. I'm not sure if Fabio telling me to tone it down got to me, or if it was just the fatigue, but I let the ball roll under my foot one particularly bad time, and generally eased the pressure on their attacking players more than I should've. We won 4-2.
The fact remains though, that I want more license to attack. I'm positive I looked like a caged animal back in defense, as I ran far forward whenever I had the chance. I'm going to pitch the idea for a 1-1-2-1 formation as we looked pretty solid in the back, hoping that the two girls that would play the attacking mid positions (who were excellent passers) could come back and defend when needed, and otherwise give us width. The reason for the one striker is that we just lacked a bit of an edge, and a strong front man could give that to us.
Tonight I play in my city's new complex over at the university. Should be interesting, as it's a tryout for the Saint James Hurricanes. Unfortunately, I miss a Team Gigantic game for it, but sacrifices must be made, I suppose.
In other news, I'm sick, and exams. Oh, and I missed the first and last playoff game for the Eagles because it was at 11 AM. And I was sick.
Stop rolling your eyes at me like that.
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