Played for Scrubbers in the church league yesterday against Chapel and was again given a center-back/sweeper role. I’ve never quite understood why they’re so determined to put me here :P. Anyways, I had a bit of a mare, with a moment of madness so maybe they’ll finally get the message.
We have the ball, the back-4 are sitting 20 yards short of the half-way line, no pressure, nice and comfortable, knocking the ball around. I find myself recieving the ball, with just enough time to execute 1 of 2 options:
- Place a measured hoof down the right wing (that would be the correct answer)
- Pass it back inside towards my fellow centerback who is in close proximity with an onrunning attacker (nooooo!!!!!)
Yep, I opted for the later and their dude cantered through, 1 nil. Felt like such a spoon. Grrrr.
Finished 1-1 in the end, Michael rescued us with a 40-yard looping louie which made Al lindop (their goalie and good pal o mine) look quite silly. Great strike.
In an attempt to a bit more balanced, other than my moment of mare I think we did pretty well, we protected our keeper really well and he didn’t have to make a save.