"....you might as well gan in nets!"
Today was 5-a-side day, I had a bad feeling about it upon waking this morning, my wheels didn't quite feel right, there were no pre-match visualisations of awesome strikes only a distinct concern that I was not match fit!
The match started well, Diddy struck a sweet shot stright in the bottom left of their goal smashing into someones bag behind the net (I hope they didnt have any eggs in there) and the theme seemed to continue with our team continuing to extend the lead. I had been outfield for about 5 mins when I suddenly felt like a 30 year old ex smoker and decided to go in goal. I regained some energy and during my next period outfield and within a few minutes I was on the end of a sublime cross issued from fletch that I obligingly fired into the back of the net (No one picked me up though). Adrenaline kicked in and for a brief moment I was able to run around (albeit like a headless chicken) .
With 55 minutes played we were one goal up and I felt like I was in some horrible gladiator simulator and part of me wished for the finale when the fella on the chariot comes by and takes your head off. I was knackered however little Jimmy Osmond clearly did not empathise as he relentlessy issued inspiring commands from goal, my favourite being (and im sure directed at me) "come on get stuck in - you might as well gan in nets!" It did the trick and the lads got stuck in - we won 9 - 8 (I only got the one)
Oh - I have a dead leg too, magic!
The match started well, Diddy struck a sweet shot stright in the bottom left of their goal smashing into someones bag behind the net (I hope they didnt have any eggs in there) and the theme seemed to continue with our team continuing to extend the lead. I had been outfield for about 5 mins when I suddenly felt like a 30 year old ex smoker and decided to go in goal. I regained some energy and during my next period outfield and within a few minutes I was on the end of a sublime cross issued from fletch that I obligingly fired into the back of the net (No one picked me up though). Adrenaline kicked in and for a brief moment I was able to run around (albeit like a headless chicken) .
With 55 minutes played we were one goal up and I felt like I was in some horrible gladiator simulator and part of me wished for the finale when the fella on the chariot comes by and takes your head off. I was knackered however little Jimmy Osmond clearly did not empathise as he relentlessy issued inspiring commands from goal, my favourite being (and im sure directed at me) "come on get stuck in - you might as well gan in nets!" It did the trick and the lads got stuck in - we won 9 - 8 (I only got the one)
Oh - I have a dead leg too, magic!
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