It was the normal routine of wake up late, eat breakfast and lie in bed with my head under the covers listening to Eminem's 'Loose yourself' really loud to get 'in the zone!'
So having turned up 15mins late, I was mildly surprised to find I was the second person there. I waited until the rest of the team turned up and gave the team talk (I've had a week to work on it!) and it seemed to have worked. I suppose it would as the general gist was 'enjoy yourselves'
And true to form we were a goal down within 5 minutes after some frankly comical defending.
Never one to give up easily (yes mum, I did just write that :P) I moved myself into midfield and went about changing things in true entente cordiale fashion. We started to move the ball around better, move into space; nice things.
Not meaning to blow my own trumpet but I set up three. and bloody scored! A peach. Got the ball in my own D after a cocked up short corner, legged it down the right wing, beat three defenders for pace and then looked around to see if there was someone I could pass to. There wasn't, so I cut inside to the edge of the D and smashed (flukiest most perfect contact ever) it across goal into the top left. Silence. The best (and most lucky) goal ever scored in France.
So we won 6-1. It was like France had won the World Cup and no one had handled it to get them there. Just honest, excellent play.
So all I've got to do is work out how I'm going to fill the rest of my sunday now that matches are so early!!
hahah we did something similar been getting trounced most of the season but our first win was 5-1. You blow your own trumpet? Watch out you'll become Jons in no time :P
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