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vostoklake) wrote2010-10-31 09:28 pm
vostoklake) wrote2010-10-31 09:28 pm
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Today's football results (back in action)
In a pre-season Gaelic football friendly, Harps were kind of murderised by Emerald City. Well, to be fair - in a 3x20 minute game, we held our own for the first two periods, but then got something like 6 unanswered goals scored on us, which probably indicates something about fitness more than anything else.
A number of our best players sat this game out, and a number of players were played out of position, just to see what they'd do. This also proved the opportunity for the new coach to make good on his promise to put last years' second-string goalie (your humble narrator) in the outfield to see what she could do.
First period: played full-forward. Didn't get much of the ball, but had a couple of nice shots, and scored a goal from one. :D
Second period: played centre-half-back, marking a former NZ soccer international. I gave away about half a foot in height and three yards of pace on this she-behemoth, and to some extent I gave up chasing her. Nevertheless, I stuck close enough to get the ball on a few occasions (even charging down a kick once) and booting it upfield, just like coach said.
Third period: played the first two minutes in midfield, ended up being completely embarrassed by my opposite number's superior fitness and footballing brain. Spent the balance out at corner-back, where I did my job keeping the corner-forward away from the action at all times.
What I got from the game:
a) proof that I can spend 60 minutes in the outfield and not fall over or totally embarrass myself;
b) confirmation that I can catch the ball, solo it and give it a hefty belt upfield;
c) a few pointers on finer points of the rules (what, you mean I'm NOT allowed to dive on the ball and punch it away on the ground?)
d) some nasty bruises (mainly from attempting to dive on the ball and punch it away on the ground)
e) compliments from my teammates.
So it does seem that your humble narrator will be playing outfield for the balance of the season... interesting to see if they want me in the forwards or the backs. I hope the forwards because I'm goal-hungry and because I don't like man-marking.
A number of our best players sat this game out, and a number of players were played out of position, just to see what they'd do. This also proved the opportunity for the new coach to make good on his promise to put last years' second-string goalie (your humble narrator) in the outfield to see what she could do.
First period: played full-forward. Didn't get much of the ball, but had a couple of nice shots, and scored a goal from one. :D
Second period: played centre-half-back, marking a former NZ soccer international. I gave away about half a foot in height and three yards of pace on this she-behemoth, and to some extent I gave up chasing her. Nevertheless, I stuck close enough to get the ball on a few occasions (even charging down a kick once) and booting it upfield, just like coach said.
Third period: played the first two minutes in midfield, ended up being completely embarrassed by my opposite number's superior fitness and footballing brain. Spent the balance out at corner-back, where I did my job keeping the corner-forward away from the action at all times.
What I got from the game:
a) proof that I can spend 60 minutes in the outfield and not fall over or totally embarrass myself;
b) confirmation that I can catch the ball, solo it and give it a hefty belt upfield;
c) a few pointers on finer points of the rules (what, you mean I'm NOT allowed to dive on the ball and punch it away on the ground?)
d) some nasty bruises (mainly from attempting to dive on the ball and punch it away on the ground)
e) compliments from my teammates.
So it does seem that your humble narrator will be playing outfield for the balance of the season... interesting to see if they want me in the forwards or the backs. I hope the forwards because I'm goal-hungry and because I don't like man-marking.