Epworth returns
Right.....
I think owe an update here to tell you guys what came of my match so here goes.....
It was , in a word, eventful.....Oh very eventful....
For the first, I've had someone actually give me the licence to run with the ball.....The coach's specific instructions to me were to get the ball from my teammates and run at their defence....which for 25 glorious minutes i did with imperious impunity revelling at the chance to play against guys just that vital fraction slower than I....chances weren't aplenty but I did win a penalty which was then duly missed and had a shot hit the bar...
But after 25 minutes they planted 2 men and me and effectively stopped my teammates getting the ball to em and as such i dropped in to the midfield in my cutomary defensive role and thats when the fun started....
First up, went in for an aerial challenge with one of my opponents...on a highball....won the challenge and was running off withe ball when the calls to stop play and iturned around to find the guy clutching his face....I thought twas all just an act but he got stretchered off and eventually taken to hospital and at halftime we got new that I had fractured his cheekbone....
Honestly I have no idea how I managed that....but I did....and it only meant I was a marked man for the rest of the match....
And it all came to a boil in the 2nd half.....
Went in for a sliding tackle...won the ball clean...well clean enough for the referee but took out my opponents legs from under him in the process...which...you know...happens....its all in the game...
But he was rather incensced and got to his feet and just took a swing at me in retaliation...I was still on the ground and he just swung his boot at my and connected flush with my hip .... I could feel my femur jarring in the socket.....twas such an act of petulant retaliation and I wasnt about to take it sitting down and I jumped to my feet and was in his face....
Man...2 cm from his nose and I could just feel the heat and the tension.....I wasnt about to throw the punch....but I was just breathing into his face waiting for him to snap......And the next thing I knew my whole eam was rushing in....as was his.....And wolla!!..... a huge shoving match....
Haha....so much for a charity game....and to top it all off the guy didnt even get sent off..... the ref (who was provided by The Police) just came him a yellow and firm talkign to.....
I was mad but well...such is life eh....
In any case....well...we lost...3-0....to a team of far superior fitness and who've been training together everyweek for years...so no big disgrace there.....
but what a match.....Broke a guys cheekbone and started a fight.....
My kinna day.....
I think owe an update here to tell you guys what came of my match so here goes.....
It was , in a word, eventful.....Oh very eventful....
For the first, I've had someone actually give me the licence to run with the ball.....The coach's specific instructions to me were to get the ball from my teammates and run at their defence....which for 25 glorious minutes i did with imperious impunity revelling at the chance to play against guys just that vital fraction slower than I....chances weren't aplenty but I did win a penalty which was then duly missed and had a shot hit the bar...
But after 25 minutes they planted 2 men and me and effectively stopped my teammates getting the ball to em and as such i dropped in to the midfield in my cutomary defensive role and thats when the fun started....
First up, went in for an aerial challenge with one of my opponents...on a highball....won the challenge and was running off withe ball when the calls to stop play and iturned around to find the guy clutching his face....I thought twas all just an act but he got stretchered off and eventually taken to hospital and at halftime we got new that I had fractured his cheekbone....
Honestly I have no idea how I managed that....but I did....and it only meant I was a marked man for the rest of the match....
And it all came to a boil in the 2nd half.....
Went in for a sliding tackle...won the ball clean...well clean enough for the referee but took out my opponents legs from under him in the process...which...you know...happens....its all in the game...
But he was rather incensced and got to his feet and just took a swing at me in retaliation...I was still on the ground and he just swung his boot at my and connected flush with my hip .... I could feel my femur jarring in the socket.....twas such an act of petulant retaliation and I wasnt about to take it sitting down and I jumped to my feet and was in his face....
Man...2 cm from his nose and I could just feel the heat and the tension.....I wasnt about to throw the punch....but I was just breathing into his face waiting for him to snap......And the next thing I knew my whole eam was rushing in....as was his.....And wolla!!..... a huge shoving match....
Haha....so much for a charity game....and to top it all off the guy didnt even get sent off..... the ref (who was provided by The Police) just came him a yellow and firm talkign to.....
I was mad but well...such is life eh....
In any case....well...we lost...3-0....to a team of far superior fitness and who've been training together everyweek for years...so no big disgrace there.....
but what a match.....Broke a guys cheekbone and started a fight.....
My kinna day.....
posted by Prashanth at 12:08 PM
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