Yesterday was one of those days where you're sore to the point of lying down most of the day, so I did just that. At work, I played a game and a half, but I stayed in net for the full game with Off in the Woods. I got a bit of strategy going with that team, they used me at the back quite a bit and we played offensively. I let in three and none were scored, but my long balls got some work.
Today I felt better, and after the easiest exam I've ever taken, I played with the U of W soccer club. There were dozens (two dozen, to be exact) of players there today, so I made a team with some friends from present and future co-ed teams. After we got our asses handed to us a couple times and the crowd thinned out, we divided into two teams and played to 15. With a couple players that didn't match the skill level of the bunch of black guys that we played against, we ended up demolishing them 15-2. We passed incredibly, and not only defended well but came back to defend in numbers.
I played a pivotal role in the win, I assisted at least eight or nine of the goals, had a goal line clearance on a clear cut breakaway, and scored once from a nice low ranged shot. A couple of my assists were nice too. A couple stick out in my mind: the first, I flicked the ball over a defender's head to an open team mate making a run right next to the net from about 20 yards away. In the second, I took a ball out of the air, and my first touch set me up for an aerial pass that I made to an open team mate running to the far post, unmarked.
Regardless, while the opposition was skilled, they were only really with footwork, whille my team had some with footwork, a finisher (who "doesn't play often", but I told him to play up because I saw he had an eye for the open spaces, good positioning, and great finishing), a playmaker, and couple good defenders.
The aforementioned finisher scores six or seven goals, many of them assisted by me. We counter attacked well, and I found that the other team tended to leave him alone, probably because he wasn't as skillful as the rest of the players.
We had a great game, using each of our strengths very well, while exploiting the weaknesses of the other team brilliantly.
By the end of the game, I had garnered the nickname "Chelsea" for the jersey I wore.
Can't say I minded it, really.
Today I felt better, and after the easiest exam I've ever taken, I played with the U of W soccer club. There were dozens (two dozen, to be exact) of players there today, so I made a team with some friends from present and future co-ed teams. After we got our asses handed to us a couple times and the crowd thinned out, we divided into two teams and played to 15. With a couple players that didn't match the skill level of the bunch of black guys that we played against, we ended up demolishing them 15-2. We passed incredibly, and not only defended well but came back to defend in numbers.
I played a pivotal role in the win, I assisted at least eight or nine of the goals, had a goal line clearance on a clear cut breakaway, and scored once from a nice low ranged shot. A couple of my assists were nice too. A couple stick out in my mind: the first, I flicked the ball over a defender's head to an open team mate making a run right next to the net from about 20 yards away. In the second, I took a ball out of the air, and my first touch set me up for an aerial pass that I made to an open team mate running to the far post, unmarked.
Regardless, while the opposition was skilled, they were only really with footwork, whille my team had some with footwork, a finisher (who "doesn't play often", but I told him to play up because I saw he had an eye for the open spaces, good positioning, and great finishing), a playmaker, and couple good defenders.
The aforementioned finisher scores six or seven goals, many of them assisted by me. We counter attacked well, and I found that the other team tended to leave him alone, probably because he wasn't as skillful as the rest of the players.
We had a great game, using each of our strengths very well, while exploiting the weaknesses of the other team brilliantly.
By the end of the game, I had garnered the nickname "Chelsea" for the jersey I wore.
Can't say I minded it, really.
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