2-1 Win vs. Team Advil
July 13th, 2003
There was also a little bit of Arthur vs. Spanky action in our 18 yard box, as Arthur put a hard tackle on Spanky, who went down like 130 pounds of bricks (estimated total weight of Spanky). Arthur claims he made absolutely no contact with the ball, but the only person that seemed terribly upset was one of their defenders and the incident was quickly forgotten.
At half time Clark tossed me my gatorade bottle which slipped through my hands and made some non-negligible contact with my gnards. That wasn't pleasant, but a typical leisurely PACSL halftime was enough to take the edge off.
The second half would have been a lot like the first half, except for all those lovely goals that were scored. We had I would say two of our nicest goals of the season so far yesterday on a couple of great plays. Grant picked up a lovely pass from Arthur, and cruised down the right side with the ball before sending a patented "FC BrewHaHa very pretty but nobody's ever on the rear post" cross over towards the rear post. Their goalie made a semi-valiant attempt to grab the ball, and lo-and-behold we had Marie streaking into the spot for a wicked one timer into the back of the net. Nice job! We slotted another one only a couple minutes later after Barbara meandered down the right side through about 2 or 3 defenders and played a low ball into Christian. Christian looked more like a graduate student with plenty of time to attend practice than a man with a high paying job as he cooly one timed the ball into the center of the net. Arthur congratulated Bea on her assist on the play, but she assured him she had done no such thing. 5 minutes later though Bea finally decided "you know what, I think I did get an assist".
That was it for our scoring, but not for the scoring of #4's. I say #4's because when their number 4 scored low into the bottom corner later in the half, it actually deflected off of my hand (for the record I'm also #4). Clark was within about 3 millimetres of the save, and I have a bad feeling if he hadn't struck my hand with the ball it would have been saved for sure. He's a nice guy though, and I was happy it was him to score and not any of their whiners.
Thanks to Christa and Juniper for maintaining a fan presence on the sidelines!
Finally, think happy thoughts for Grant who left the game with a wrenched back, and Bea with a slight calf pull!