Hey Kids (cough cough Courtney) -
Tuesday afternoon and still no match report?! I know that none of you have been able to eat or sleep, just waiting… hoping… wondering…. Where could the match report be? Had it, too, been left in the trunk of a taxi??
Now we all know that I don't do any work all day, so I'll be honest. Writing this damn thing is probably going to be the highlight of your day (unless it monsoons during practice again tonight) – maybe even of your week. Don't even lie, Nicolas, I know you have been clicking your gmail refresh button every 4 minutes. So you can stop popping pills.. it's here.
For those of you who missed the ESPN672928 coverage, R2D2 rocked Appletown FC, 3-1. And not only was it a win for us, but more importantly it was a GOOD win. We communicated, we hustled, and, dare I say it, we even had some physical contact. As usual, Coco held it down in the back, and Bridget "the wall" Caster stepped up to really set the tone of play for our team, winning every 50/50 ball that came her way. Fortunately for our D, R2 offense wasn't in a sharing mood, and we kept the pressure on their goalie with a number of close opportunities.
All the effort paid off with a quick goal. Now, I was warming up on the sidelines and so I actually missed this first goal (naturally I blame Nicolas for insisting I actually move around… who ever heard of such a thing). My sources tell me that we fired a couple rapid shots, and one took a couple of deflections, finally bouncing off of their own player and then into the net. That girl has definitely been relegated.
Not remotely content with only one goal, the team collectively kept the pressure high. Lauren and Sandra had some brilliant give and gos and Courtney fed a number of great through balls to our wings. Defensively we contained well, and offensively we were composed.
Still in the first half: a great cross from the right hand side was punched across the goal when BAM!! the weather took a turn for the nasty and lightning flashed.
Okay there was no lightning – it was just Lara moving at incredible speed – but we may as well call her lara lightning because girl made. it. raaiinnnnnn. Rover 2, Applebees, 0.
While we kept up the intensity in the second half, we gave up a late goal off of a deflection. I am pretty sure the team collectively blacked out for a minute.
But for what it's worth, after she scored, I coughed all over the girl. So we can all take comfort that she is probably home sick now.
Remember that girl from Ladybugs who always got distracted by butterflies? I think they called her Choo. She was awesome.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJ2hL9eMn28 Okay back to business. Let us just take a moment to discuss the lunacy of Miss Shawn Matteson. Unlike the rest of the human race who was fast asleep at 8am, or like the rest of the Rovers who were crawling home from the bathroom at the bar, Shawn woke up and thought hey, my knee doesn't already hate me, so I'd like to go for a run before my soccer game today. In fact, let's just not go for a regular warm up jog, what I think sounds like an AWESOME time would be to run a half marathon. At 8am. On a Sunday. Before going to soccer.
So, we're late in the 2nd half, Shawn's got the ball around midfield on the left flank and thinks to herself, hey running that half marathon THIS MORNING didn't tire me out enough, so I am going to sprint the side of the pitch and burn… let's see… one, two, three players! (as if we expected any less from our Shawn). So Shawn pulls some crazy moves around these three girls in a row and now, about 25 yds out, just rips this really dirty shot that goes straight into the upper 90. So I guess the moral of the story is that Shawn needs to run 13 miles every Sunday while the rest of us nurse our hangovers and we are guaranteed a W.
As if our 3-1 domination wasn't enough, the ref who is in love with us came over afterwards to take a group pic with us to send back home to his family in another country. He obviously has phenomenal taste – and no, it is not just because last weekend we were standing next to the meaty Skulls…. This week our opponents were of the pants-wearing stragglier variety, but as Coco reminded us, we are just so lovely still.
And somewhere in the background of that heart-warming photo op, there is a dog squatting squarely in the middle of the field, leaving a plump, steamy, hearty treat for all to enjoy.
Is there any better way to end a match report than by a detailed description of dog crap? Like I even have to ask.