28 December 2009
19 November 2009
West Mifflin going strong in close-season indoor league
West Mifflin sits in third position with one week remaining before playoffs begin in the RMU Island Sports Center Indoor Soccer League. Tuesday night the Blues took on current table-toppers BA United. Bob Stinner, West Mifflin's star winger came off after only a few minutes because of a case of the shakes. He quickly ran to the vending machine and bought a strawberry Pop Tart and Cran Grape Ocean Spray beverage and, much to the chagrin of the BA United players and fans, was able to return. It was a sound performance resulting in a 4-1 vcictory that clearly sent a message to the rest of the Regular Division. It was such a remarkable performance that the excitedness and rapture it stirred inside of me has caused me to forget and not even give a shit about how the goals were scored. I recall Trevor Kidd scored a sitter and Daveon had two (I think). As for the fourth, I have no recollection. What I do remember, however, pertains to bulldozing enforcer Chris Reed. Returning from a two week absence after fracturing his right wrist, the fat lummox landed on the other side and has reportedly broken his left wrist. It is believed he will be out for at least two more weeks. He may be available to return for the second week of the playoffs if WMFC should win through. Managing Director Bob Stinner had this to say:
In related team news, Stinner and Trevor Kidd had a real laugh on the ride in. As the two and Reed reminisced about footballing memories at Edinboro tournaments, Reed, absolutely out of nowhere, interjected that upon a trip up the elevators in one of the towers at the campus, "four girls entered into the elevator" he was riding and unabashedly finagled with one or both of his testicles. Then, we are assuming, without saying anything, they promptly exited the elevator. This, quite obviously, sent Kidd and Stinner into rapturous laughter because this story has to be a steaming pile of bollocks.
Cheers!
Well, when you have that type of girth, it's hard not to hurt yourself.
In related team news, Stinner and Trevor Kidd had a real laugh on the ride in. As the two and Reed reminisced about footballing memories at Edinboro tournaments, Reed, absolutely out of nowhere, interjected that upon a trip up the elevators in one of the towers at the campus, "four girls entered into the elevator" he was riding and unabashedly finagled with one or both of his testicles. Then, we are assuming, without saying anything, they promptly exited the elevator. This, quite obviously, sent Kidd and Stinner into rapturous laughter because this story has to be a steaming pile of bollocks.
"I'm telling you!", Reed retorted.Which only caused the laughter to increase in intensity. Whether or not this really happened can only be known for sure by Reed himself and God (of course the four girls from Plum I guess could be considered, but let's get real). Either way it loosened the nerves before the game for the three who had almost died en route because of some poor driving tactics displayed by Kidd.
Cheers!
21 October 2009
Indoor season underway, WMFC welcomes back two familiar faces
Good morning all. It has been a while since the Blues were heard from. It was three short months ago that WMFC was close to making their first ever GPSL playoff appearance when they were completely obliterated on their home turf by the eventual-runners-up, Indiana and all hope of post-season football floated away into the ether along with the dust from the Borland desert. During the break the team has been recuperating from a fruitful, almost historic, yet physical and body-tolling season. Players that picked up knocks throughout the campaign, such as Stinner and his disgusting sprained ankle and Pcholinski with his immensely swollen vagina, have been resting and preparing themselves for the indoor season that began on October 6th.
The close-season is never bereft of transfer chatter and the 2009 edition followed suit. Blogs, websites, news services, radio stations, Sky Sports, ESPN, Fox Sports World all were busy speculating who would come into and who would leave the squad over the summer. It was a foregone conclusion that Matthew Alan Baguet would be leaving but other than that the Blues weren't expecting any other departures. At the start of the indoor season it looked as though the team was going to be light on numbers with Nickel, Vargo, and Kufen all out due to either pansiness and/or high treason. However, several players from varying points in the clubs fifteen year history made unexpected returns and have been performing well so far.
Steve Gauss returned from Arizona with no money and a beard. His psychological problems seemed to have dissipated but we will reserve judgement on that until midseason. In addition, Matthew Alan, having bought out his lease and returned his bonus from the United States Government, will be moving back to Pittsburgh and will be available to yelp expletives at everyone and cramp up every five seconds at the end of October. Cunt.
Have you ever run into an ex-girlfriend at a bar or something just a few weeks or even days after you broke up? You know that very awkward feeling? Well, that's what Rob Vargo felt on opening night at the RMU Island Sports Center. While warming up for his 'team', the Blues were arriving at the pitch and noticed him and his clearly inferior squad. Needless to say, after one game, Vargo is back between the pipes for West Mifflin.
And finally, the most stunning and unexpected addition to the indoor squad is America's own Ginger Prince, Trevor Kidd. He was found cutting grass and building "50FOOT RETAINING WALLS" in the Clover Crest community where he, Stinner, and Reed reside. While walking his dog one evening, Stinner noticed a fiery blaze atop a grasscutters head. He thought nothing of it at first but as he got closer he recognized that blaze - it was the red hair of the Taz Man himself, Trevor Kidd. A conversation was struck up and eventually the idea of coming out of retirement came up and the rest is history. Even though it was discovered last night on the return trip from the game that the twat used to have a blast in his and Chris Nickel's backyards playing tennis, basketball, and hockey and NEVER FUCKING INVITED those on the east side of the Crest to play, a contract was signed and he was sent directly into the squad. Despite that and his inability to run for more than two consecutive minutes wihtout sucking wind, he has been welcomed back with open arms and already has a goal upon his return (he closed his eyes and stuck a leg out into the path of a Stinner rocket-shot and deflected it in).
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In Week 1, WMFC was handed a 4-1 defeat by South Hills FC. The team stunk and played some truly pathetic football. The lads were out of position, attacking players did not recover on defense, and there were more shots that hit the walls of the bubble behind WMFC's attacking net than grains of sand in the Sahara. Stinner eventually found Pcholinski for WMFC's only goal.
Week 2 saw a very much improved WMFC thoroughly dominate. Their stand-in keeper from Week 1 was injured pretty badly so the squad knew they would have to play better than the week before if they were to have a shot at winning. Outfield players took turns in the net. Stinner had a goal and two assists, Trevor had a goal as did Jordan and WMFC went on to win 7-3.
Week 3 was a rematch between WMFC and South Hills. Just as the two teams sported different looks (both had new keepers) the end result was drastically altered as well. The Blues played well. They kept to their positions and were able to knock the ball around very nicely the entire game. Despite Stinner having five or six (seriously) chances, two of which that could have been scored by a blind turtle, and egregiously missing the net, WMFC managed to put six past the keeper. One goal was a beauty scored by Steve Gauss from about 15 yards out. There was some bad news from the game last night, however. Chris Reed, having fallen onto the ground and causing the Neville Island to split down the middle, thus creating two islands, picked up a knock on his wrist. Reed himself described it, via text message this morning, as a small fracture and he probably won't need a cast and that all his pain is from ligament damage. Cool. He will be good to play next week.
Standings will follow when I get them.
The close-season is never bereft of transfer chatter and the 2009 edition followed suit. Blogs, websites, news services, radio stations, Sky Sports, ESPN, Fox Sports World all were busy speculating who would come into and who would leave the squad over the summer. It was a foregone conclusion that Matthew Alan Baguet would be leaving but other than that the Blues weren't expecting any other departures. At the start of the indoor season it looked as though the team was going to be light on numbers with Nickel, Vargo, and Kufen all out due to either pansiness and/or high treason. However, several players from varying points in the clubs fifteen year history made unexpected returns and have been performing well so far.
Steve Gauss returned from Arizona with no money and a beard. His psychological problems seemed to have dissipated but we will reserve judgement on that until midseason. In addition, Matthew Alan, having bought out his lease and returned his bonus from the United States Government, will be moving back to Pittsburgh and will be available to yelp expletives at everyone and cramp up every five seconds at the end of October. Cunt.
Have you ever run into an ex-girlfriend at a bar or something just a few weeks or even days after you broke up? You know that very awkward feeling? Well, that's what Rob Vargo felt on opening night at the RMU Island Sports Center. While warming up for his 'team', the Blues were arriving at the pitch and noticed him and his clearly inferior squad. Needless to say, after one game, Vargo is back between the pipes for West Mifflin.
And finally, the most stunning and unexpected addition to the indoor squad is America's own Ginger Prince, Trevor Kidd. He was found cutting grass and building "50FOOT RETAINING WALLS" in the Clover Crest community where he, Stinner, and Reed reside. While walking his dog one evening, Stinner noticed a fiery blaze atop a grasscutters head. He thought nothing of it at first but as he got closer he recognized that blaze - it was the red hair of the Taz Man himself, Trevor Kidd. A conversation was struck up and eventually the idea of coming out of retirement came up and the rest is history. Even though it was discovered last night on the return trip from the game that the twat used to have a blast in his and Chris Nickel's backyards playing tennis, basketball, and hockey and NEVER FUCKING INVITED those on the east side of the Crest to play, a contract was signed and he was sent directly into the squad. Despite that and his inability to run for more than two consecutive minutes wihtout sucking wind, he has been welcomed back with open arms and already has a goal upon his return (he closed his eyes and stuck a leg out into the path of a Stinner rocket-shot and deflected it in).
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In Week 1, WMFC was handed a 4-1 defeat by South Hills FC. The team stunk and played some truly pathetic football. The lads were out of position, attacking players did not recover on defense, and there were more shots that hit the walls of the bubble behind WMFC's attacking net than grains of sand in the Sahara. Stinner eventually found Pcholinski for WMFC's only goal.
Week 2 saw a very much improved WMFC thoroughly dominate. Their stand-in keeper from Week 1 was injured pretty badly so the squad knew they would have to play better than the week before if they were to have a shot at winning. Outfield players took turns in the net. Stinner had a goal and two assists, Trevor had a goal as did Jordan and WMFC went on to win 7-3.
Week 3 was a rematch between WMFC and South Hills. Just as the two teams sported different looks (both had new keepers) the end result was drastically altered as well. The Blues played well. They kept to their positions and were able to knock the ball around very nicely the entire game. Despite Stinner having five or six (seriously) chances, two of which that could have been scored by a blind turtle, and egregiously missing the net, WMFC managed to put six past the keeper. One goal was a beauty scored by Steve Gauss from about 15 yards out. There was some bad news from the game last night, however. Chris Reed, having fallen onto the ground and causing the Neville Island to split down the middle, thus creating two islands, picked up a knock on his wrist. Reed himself described it, via text message this morning, as a small fracture and he probably won't need a cast and that all his pain is from ligament damage. Cool. He will be good to play next week.
Standings will follow when I get them.
07 July 2009
WMFC inches closer to first ever playoff berth with win at Schenley Oval
West Mifflin Football Club 5-4 Dynamo 412
1-0 Daveon (4')
1-1 Some Guy (16')
2-1 Drewski? (25')
3-1 Jordan (40')
4-1 Cyr (55')
4-2 Some Guy (60')
5-2 Drewski (64')
5-3 Some Other Guy (70')
5-4 Some Other (Other?) Guy (75')
Man of the Match: SAX
For the second season in a row, West Mifflin Football Club traveled to Schenley Oval and stole three points from a much more skilled and much more organized opponent. With the identical score line as last season's 5-4 victory over Sporting Club of Pittsburgh, West Mifflin defeated Dynamo 412 and leapfrogged them in the standings and into second place in the East section of the Championship division of the GPSL. Inconceivable at the start of the season, the Blues are now almost a lock for a GPSL playoff berth for the first time in their history.
West Mifflin Football Club welcomed back Matthew Alan for a cameo game. He was in town for the Fourth of July weekend and was able to throw some boots on, scream expletives at some people in the caravan to the game, and mouth off to the ref; ALL while putting in strong work in midfield and the back. At one point after the game, Pcholinski turned to me and said: "Having Baguet helps...a lot." And I'd have to agree. It's a shame the cunt works in Washington D.C. Doesn't do us much good down there.
However, from the first four minutes or so, one never would have guessed the end result. Dynamo possessed the ball extremely well and worked it around silkily whilst eyeing up how to tear through the WMFC defense. The Blues defense, anchored this week by Tony Kutscher at sweeper and Jordan Gasparovic at left back, was a brick wall. With probably some of the best offensive players WMFC had seen all season in the midfield as well as up front pushing forward, Dynamo left their less than impressive defense absolutely Buck Naked at the back. This allowed a ball to be played to Daveon who streaked through the middle and into the left side of the box. He pulled the ball back as the defender went scuuurrrrrting past him, turned and fired the ball into the top corner of the net. The makeshift keeper really had no chance as the ball was placed perfectly. Or more likely, Daveon didn't get enough on it to put it over the bar and it happened into the net. Either way, the Blues were 1-0 up and the crowd, the Dynamo players, and I wouldn't doubt that even a majority of the WMFC players were stunned.
The lead lasted about twelve minutes. With Vargo still away on holiday in Sin City and Stinner still not cleared for goalkeeping duty, Matt Sax made his second start in net and for the third time this season he was beaten on a header from a corner. The defense was poor again, allowing some tall bloke to stand in the middle of the box and guide, with force, the ball into the side panel. Cool. The next goal I have no recollection of. I think it was Drew that scored it but I don't know for sure. But, regardless, 2-1 WMFC were up. With about five minutes from halftime, Jordan Gasparovic who has been an excellent sport this season about playing defense when needed, scored a candidate for goal of the season. WMFC were attacking and had been unleashing an onslaught of shots on the Dynamo net for a few minutes (to no avail) when the ball dropped to Gasparovic some distance out. Whether or not it was intended to be a shot we may never know for sure because if asked, the Eggrollian one will certainly maintain that it was, in fact, a shot. But, Gasparovic let fly with his new, lime green boots. The ball soared at the goal having been lofted at the perfect degree so that it was just difficult enough to judge that the keeper tried to catch it but had it slip through his hands and into the net. A great goal indeed but one has to feel sorry for the burly keeper who probably has only played goalie one other time in his life. That made it 3-1 and try as they might, Dynamo could not get any closer before the whistle. Some more anti-climatic events took place in the first half such as Stinner, having been pushed up to forward being sprung on the break wide open. He had this to say: I knew they were going to catch me.
And they did. Fail.
In addition, Daveon got in a good cross at one point and Lacock slid through the middle of the box to get a touch to it and somehow, reminiscent of Baguet's header against Moon at Edinboro in 2002, put it over the bar from essentially the goal line. Again, Fail.
From the middle of the park, Stinner played a magnificent ball to Cyr who started from behind the defender and beat him to the pass. The side ref who was one of the worst of all time flagged him for offsides. Dumbass. The descent towards that side ref was a taste of things to come in the second half.
After all of the fellows got rehydrated they took the pitch and the second half began. Again with most of their midfield pushed forward, Dynamo were left lacking in the back and Cyr took a beautiful pass from someone down the left side. Stinner went streaking to the middle of the box. Cyr turned in towards the net and tucked the ball into the nearside netting. Later, Cyr revealed that he had been tyring to put it in on the other side of the net. Oh, well. No harm, no foul and it was 4-1.
Now, for whatever reason, the center ref, that looked like a guy straight out of a 1982 Science Education VHS Video that we used to have to watch in elementary school; with his huge glasses frames and his big, bushy beard, decided to start gifting Dynamo goal opportunities. One of the dinkiest fouls ever was called on Matthew Alan (I think) about two yards outside the box. The bloke stepped right up and fired the ball into the net. Poor Sax had no chance. That made it 4-2 and there was a little descent towards the ref from the WMFC players. And rightfully so. He was bad in the second half. All of this tension was put to bed, though, when Drewski scored his second (first if I'm remembering incorrectly and he didn't score in the first half). Stinner, Cyr, and Drew linked up for what was one of the prettiest plays in recent memory. Stinner got the ball from a deflected shot. He turned and dazzled two defenders only to look up and see Nick open. He sent the ball off to Cyr who quickly redistributed the ball to Drew who had been making a run down the center of the pitch. Drew took the ball in and slid the ball past the goalie for a 5-2 WMFC lead. It really was a beauty.
However, the tension that was put to bed from that goal wasn't fully tucked in as Dynamo pressed and scored on a deflected shot. The striker was allowed more time than China has been in existence and he fired it home. 5-3, and as much as the fans at Schenley Park got excited, so did the Blues get anxious. Then with about five minutes remaining in the game - Mr. Wizard gifted Dynamo another free kick. This one a little further out but still enough to have a go. And a go they had. This bloke struck a bullet into the opposite corner of the net. Sax dove, and God bless him for it, but I don't even think Buffon in his prime could have stopped this rocket. It was another beauty but it really shouldn't have been taken because the foul called was absolutely speculative.
Despite the scare, however, that would be it for the scoring. West Mifflin would hold on for the 5-4 win and leapfrog Dynamo in the standings on 22 points. Matt Sax had an outstanding game despite giving up four goals (none of which he can really be blamed for). I can hardly remember how the goals were scored so there is a snowballs chance in hell I remember the saves he made. There were many in a Marc-Andre Fleury-like performance. I don't know what the fuck happened but all of a sudden we can score goals. The team needs to keep that up as we head into the final game of the season; a make up against Indiana FC at Borland this Friday at 6:00p. As of right now, WMFC are in second in the East section of the Championship Division (see updated standings). With a win this Friday I think a playoff berth is solidified. See you then.
1-0 Daveon (4')
1-1 Some Guy (16')
2-1 Drewski? (25')
3-1 Jordan (40')
4-1 Cyr (55')
4-2 Some Guy (60')
5-2 Drewski (64')
5-3 Some Other Guy (70')
5-4 Some Other (Other?) Guy (75')
Man of the Match: SAX
For the second season in a row, West Mifflin Football Club traveled to Schenley Oval and stole three points from a much more skilled and much more organized opponent. With the identical score line as last season's 5-4 victory over Sporting Club of Pittsburgh, West Mifflin defeated Dynamo 412 and leapfrogged them in the standings and into second place in the East section of the Championship division of the GPSL. Inconceivable at the start of the season, the Blues are now almost a lock for a GPSL playoff berth for the first time in their history.
West Mifflin Football Club welcomed back Matthew Alan for a cameo game. He was in town for the Fourth of July weekend and was able to throw some boots on, scream expletives at some people in the caravan to the game, and mouth off to the ref; ALL while putting in strong work in midfield and the back. At one point after the game, Pcholinski turned to me and said: "Having Baguet helps...a lot." And I'd have to agree. It's a shame the cunt works in Washington D.C. Doesn't do us much good down there.
However, from the first four minutes or so, one never would have guessed the end result. Dynamo possessed the ball extremely well and worked it around silkily whilst eyeing up how to tear through the WMFC defense. The Blues defense, anchored this week by Tony Kutscher at sweeper and Jordan Gasparovic at left back, was a brick wall. With probably some of the best offensive players WMFC had seen all season in the midfield as well as up front pushing forward, Dynamo left their less than impressive defense absolutely Buck Naked at the back. This allowed a ball to be played to Daveon who streaked through the middle and into the left side of the box. He pulled the ball back as the defender went scuuurrrrrting past him, turned and fired the ball into the top corner of the net. The makeshift keeper really had no chance as the ball was placed perfectly. Or more likely, Daveon didn't get enough on it to put it over the bar and it happened into the net. Either way, the Blues were 1-0 up and the crowd, the Dynamo players, and I wouldn't doubt that even a majority of the WMFC players were stunned.
The lead lasted about twelve minutes. With Vargo still away on holiday in Sin City and Stinner still not cleared for goalkeeping duty, Matt Sax made his second start in net and for the third time this season he was beaten on a header from a corner. The defense was poor again, allowing some tall bloke to stand in the middle of the box and guide, with force, the ball into the side panel. Cool. The next goal I have no recollection of. I think it was Drew that scored it but I don't know for sure. But, regardless, 2-1 WMFC were up. With about five minutes from halftime, Jordan Gasparovic who has been an excellent sport this season about playing defense when needed, scored a candidate for goal of the season. WMFC were attacking and had been unleashing an onslaught of shots on the Dynamo net for a few minutes (to no avail) when the ball dropped to Gasparovic some distance out. Whether or not it was intended to be a shot we may never know for sure because if asked, the Eggrollian one will certainly maintain that it was, in fact, a shot. But, Gasparovic let fly with his new, lime green boots. The ball soared at the goal having been lofted at the perfect degree so that it was just difficult enough to judge that the keeper tried to catch it but had it slip through his hands and into the net. A great goal indeed but one has to feel sorry for the burly keeper who probably has only played goalie one other time in his life. That made it 3-1 and try as they might, Dynamo could not get any closer before the whistle. Some more anti-climatic events took place in the first half such as Stinner, having been pushed up to forward being sprung on the break wide open. He had this to say: I knew they were going to catch me.
And they did. Fail.
In addition, Daveon got in a good cross at one point and Lacock slid through the middle of the box to get a touch to it and somehow, reminiscent of Baguet's header against Moon at Edinboro in 2002, put it over the bar from essentially the goal line. Again, Fail.
From the middle of the park, Stinner played a magnificent ball to Cyr who started from behind the defender and beat him to the pass. The side ref who was one of the worst of all time flagged him for offsides. Dumbass. The descent towards that side ref was a taste of things to come in the second half.
After all of the fellows got rehydrated they took the pitch and the second half began. Again with most of their midfield pushed forward, Dynamo were left lacking in the back and Cyr took a beautiful pass from someone down the left side. Stinner went streaking to the middle of the box. Cyr turned in towards the net and tucked the ball into the nearside netting. Later, Cyr revealed that he had been tyring to put it in on the other side of the net. Oh, well. No harm, no foul and it was 4-1.
Now, for whatever reason, the center ref, that looked like a guy straight out of a 1982 Science Education VHS Video that we used to have to watch in elementary school; with his huge glasses frames and his big, bushy beard, decided to start gifting Dynamo goal opportunities. One of the dinkiest fouls ever was called on Matthew Alan (I think) about two yards outside the box. The bloke stepped right up and fired the ball into the net. Poor Sax had no chance. That made it 4-2 and there was a little descent towards the ref from the WMFC players. And rightfully so. He was bad in the second half. All of this tension was put to bed, though, when Drewski scored his second (first if I'm remembering incorrectly and he didn't score in the first half). Stinner, Cyr, and Drew linked up for what was one of the prettiest plays in recent memory. Stinner got the ball from a deflected shot. He turned and dazzled two defenders only to look up and see Nick open. He sent the ball off to Cyr who quickly redistributed the ball to Drew who had been making a run down the center of the pitch. Drew took the ball in and slid the ball past the goalie for a 5-2 WMFC lead. It really was a beauty.
However, the tension that was put to bed from that goal wasn't fully tucked in as Dynamo pressed and scored on a deflected shot. The striker was allowed more time than China has been in existence and he fired it home. 5-3, and as much as the fans at Schenley Park got excited, so did the Blues get anxious. Then with about five minutes remaining in the game - Mr. Wizard gifted Dynamo another free kick. This one a little further out but still enough to have a go. And a go they had. This bloke struck a bullet into the opposite corner of the net. Sax dove, and God bless him for it, but I don't even think Buffon in his prime could have stopped this rocket. It was another beauty but it really shouldn't have been taken because the foul called was absolutely speculative.
Despite the scare, however, that would be it for the scoring. West Mifflin would hold on for the 5-4 win and leapfrog Dynamo in the standings on 22 points. Matt Sax had an outstanding game despite giving up four goals (none of which he can really be blamed for). I can hardly remember how the goals were scored so there is a snowballs chance in hell I remember the saves he made. There were many in a Marc-Andre Fleury-like performance. I don't know what the fuck happened but all of a sudden we can score goals. The team needs to keep that up as we head into the final game of the season; a make up against Indiana FC at Borland this Friday at 6:00p. As of right now, WMFC are in second in the East section of the Championship Division (see updated standings). With a win this Friday I think a playoff berth is solidified. See you then.
Updated Standings
Here are the updated standings following the weekend of July 5th:
Championship East Division Standings
Championship North Division Standings
Championship South Division Standings
Championship East Division Standings
Championship North Division Standings
Championship South Division Standings
06 July 2009
Injury Update
Jared Pcholinski's vagina has torn. She had been suffering from vaginal cramps and is now listed as day to day.
03 July 2009
SURPRISE: WMFC in Playoff Hunt
According to the standings at the PA West Official Website, West Mifflin Football Club is tied for the second Wildcard spot. Standings below:
Championship East Division:
Championship North Division:
Championship South Division:
Championship East Division:
Championship North Division:
Championship South Division:
West Mifflin win second game in a week versus EF
West Mifflin Football Club 5-4 Elizabeth Forward
1-0 Pcholinski (5')
2-0 Pcholinski (19')
3-0 Volk (30') 4
-0 Pcholinski (46')
5-0 Stinner (55')
5-1 Some Guy (68')
5-2 Some Other Guy (75')
5-3 Some Guy (77')
5-4 Some Other, Other Guy (pen,85')
Man of the Match: Jared Pcholinski
This wasn't much of a game as EF had only seven players (six outfield plus the keeper) to start the game. The end was a different story. The scoring started after only about five minutes. Stinner received the ball on the wing and sent it into the box. It was a lovely ball that landed perfectly on the head (how could you miss such a grotesquely large thing) of Jared Pcholinski who headed home with aplomb. There was some laughter among both teams as the ridiculousness of the affair was noticed. However, just after the kick to restart the game, EF countered with an odd man rush that seemed inconceivable at the start. Three white shirts rushed on two but nothing came of it. It was a warning to WMFC of things to come. It was Pcholinski about fifteen minutes later who put the Blues up two and it was Stinner again with the assist, this time on a shot. Stinner did some ridiculous move that can never be duplicated in its grace and prowess and let fly a shot that was so Herculeanly powerful that the keeper could not catch it but laid it into the path of Pcholinski who unlike a few weeks ago against Wolfpack put the ball into the Sasha Grey-anus-like-wide open net. Two-nil. Only eleven minutes later the Volkster got his. I don't remember what happened but Volk ended up with the ball in the box on a rebound and absolutely wrong footed the keeper with his eyes. He looked him off to the right and as he leaned sent it into the left side of the net. So, WMFC took a three-nil lead into the locker-bench at halftime.
Elizabeth Forward looked to start the second half strong with the addition of three fresh players - topping their on field number to ten. However, within sixty seconds, WMFC took a resounding four-nil lead. It was Pcholinski with a dinky tap in for his hat trick. Then about ten minutes later, injury-plagued Bob Stinner put home what eventually became the game winner. Daveon took the ball down the side on a pass from Hasson. Everyone on the pitch was waiting for a pike but instead, Stinner made a cut to the six yard box and Daveon lashed in a perfectly placed cross. Stinner swung his ailing left foot at the ball and side footed it into the corner of the net. It was, without doubt, the greatest piece of finishing by any footballer in the history of the world.
After that, however, EF took over. Their first goal was very non-descript. A pass into the net really. Their second was disgraceful. A cross that never should have made it's way into the box slipped past Vargo and the striker merely had to touch it into the net. That made it 5-2. Then, Some Guy was left unmarked at the top of the box and curled a beautiful shot over the outstretched arms of keeper Robbie Wargo (what my dad has called Rob Vargo ever since we first met him...approximately ten years or so ago. He is also still convinced my old girlfriend from 9th grade's name is 'Misty'). It was a good shot that dipped down under the bar. This gave EF a great deal of confidence and dealt a blow to that of WMFC's. Then on 85 minutes, a penalty was called in the box and Some Other-Other Guy stepped up to the spot and send Vargo the wrong way to make it 5-4. The nerves were achy after that one.
That was to be it though and West Mifflin held on to win. That makes them 2-0 all time in Route 51 Derby’s. I am really rushing this ending paragraph because it is almost time for me to go home and I don't want to miss my bus. So, West Mifflin's next game is Sunday, July 5th at Schenley Oval. They will take on Dynamo 412 - the team that held the Blues to a 1-1 draw and was actually leading them even though they only had seven people and not a real goalie. WMFC is also expecting exactly 13 players. This should be grand. See you then.
1-0 Pcholinski (5')
2-0 Pcholinski (19')
3-0 Volk (30') 4
-0 Pcholinski (46')
5-0 Stinner (55')
5-1 Some Guy (68')
5-2 Some Other Guy (75')
5-3 Some Guy (77')
5-4 Some Other, Other Guy (pen,85')
Man of the Match: Jared Pcholinski
This wasn't much of a game as EF had only seven players (six outfield plus the keeper) to start the game. The end was a different story. The scoring started after only about five minutes. Stinner received the ball on the wing and sent it into the box. It was a lovely ball that landed perfectly on the head (how could you miss such a grotesquely large thing) of Jared Pcholinski who headed home with aplomb. There was some laughter among both teams as the ridiculousness of the affair was noticed. However, just after the kick to restart the game, EF countered with an odd man rush that seemed inconceivable at the start. Three white shirts rushed on two but nothing came of it. It was a warning to WMFC of things to come. It was Pcholinski about fifteen minutes later who put the Blues up two and it was Stinner again with the assist, this time on a shot. Stinner did some ridiculous move that can never be duplicated in its grace and prowess and let fly a shot that was so Herculeanly powerful that the keeper could not catch it but laid it into the path of Pcholinski who unlike a few weeks ago against Wolfpack put the ball into the Sasha Grey-anus-like-wide open net. Two-nil. Only eleven minutes later the Volkster got his. I don't remember what happened but Volk ended up with the ball in the box on a rebound and absolutely wrong footed the keeper with his eyes. He looked him off to the right and as he leaned sent it into the left side of the net. So, WMFC took a three-nil lead into the locker-bench at halftime.
Elizabeth Forward looked to start the second half strong with the addition of three fresh players - topping their on field number to ten. However, within sixty seconds, WMFC took a resounding four-nil lead. It was Pcholinski with a dinky tap in for his hat trick. Then about ten minutes later, injury-plagued Bob Stinner put home what eventually became the game winner. Daveon took the ball down the side on a pass from Hasson. Everyone on the pitch was waiting for a pike but instead, Stinner made a cut to the six yard box and Daveon lashed in a perfectly placed cross. Stinner swung his ailing left foot at the ball and side footed it into the corner of the net. It was, without doubt, the greatest piece of finishing by any footballer in the history of the world.
After that, however, EF took over. Their first goal was very non-descript. A pass into the net really. Their second was disgraceful. A cross that never should have made it's way into the box slipped past Vargo and the striker merely had to touch it into the net. That made it 5-2. Then, Some Guy was left unmarked at the top of the box and curled a beautiful shot over the outstretched arms of keeper Robbie Wargo (what my dad has called Rob Vargo ever since we first met him...approximately ten years or so ago. He is also still convinced my old girlfriend from 9th grade's name is 'Misty'). It was a good shot that dipped down under the bar. This gave EF a great deal of confidence and dealt a blow to that of WMFC's. Then on 85 minutes, a penalty was called in the box and Some Other-Other Guy stepped up to the spot and send Vargo the wrong way to make it 5-4. The nerves were achy after that one.
That was to be it though and West Mifflin held on to win. That makes them 2-0 all time in Route 51 Derby’s. I am really rushing this ending paragraph because it is almost time for me to go home and I don't want to miss my bus. So, West Mifflin's next game is Sunday, July 5th at Schenley Oval. They will take on Dynamo 412 - the team that held the Blues to a 1-1 draw and was actually leading them even though they only had seven people and not a real goalie. WMFC is also expecting exactly 13 players. This should be grand. See you then.
28 June 2009
West Mifflin take inaugural Route 51 Derby...
West Mifflin 4-3 Elizabeth Forward
0-1 Some Guy (12')
1-1 Volk (20')
2-1 Cyr (55')
3-1 Cyr (59')
3-2 Some Other Guy (70')
4-2 Cyr (pen, 75')
4-3 Some Guy (85')
Lineup: I forget.
What a game. Finally, after almost two years of anticipation, the first ever Route 51Derby was played at Borland Park in front of a close-to-capacity twelve fans (a majority of which were EF supporters). Included on the sidelines was none other than Ryan Abels who had sustained a broken foot the week before. A shame, Stinner would have enjoyed skuuurrrtiinng him had he been on the pitch. Here's to him getting better.
It didn't take long for the Warriors to grab the lead despite starting down a man or two. After about ten minutes of back and forth ball, the taller bloke with blonde hair took the ball on what was described by the sliced-and-diced WMFC defense as a'bang-bang' play, sped through the middle into the box and slid the ball past Vargo for the opening goal and just like that the boys were down 0-1. The WMFC players were stunned. Actually, I don't think anyone really cared. Eight minutes later, Volk equalized on a header. I have no idea how the ball got there but it got and Volk sent it into the twine to knot the game at one. The first half is a blur to me now as I sit here in my cube. All I can remember is playing Max Payne last night and watcihng The Matrix. What a flick. I had forgotten how overly-dramatic everything Laurence Fishburne says is in that movie. He, as well as all of those in their hipster-dufus attire, also has/have a knack for procaliming at every sudden instance of trouble that they are 'running out of time.' Oh, well. Great movie though.
Anyway, whatever happened at halftime (it could have been a rousing speech by manager Bob Stinner about how Sax had to leave to be with his sister who had gone into emergency surgery) that rallied the team. Nick Cyr in particular who had himself an absolute peach of a half. He finished with a hat trick and since it was so long ago I don't remember which was which because his first two goals were very similar. However, one included a majestic run from Hasson (who has really established himself - my signing, suck it Matt Baguet)who beat three (I think)defenders enroute to a cross that he (Cyr) eventually knocked home. It really was a thing of beauty. The other goal was similar but I don't remember what the hell happened because I was picking my nose and picking rocks from off of the pitch and throwing them into the woods.
If my memory of our goals can be described as a semi-attractive woman, Okay but not quite there yet, then my memory of the opposing team's goals would be Anna Paquin, bad and absolutely not attractive. I have no idea what happened when they scored nor do I care. After they scored some goals to make it 3-2, Cyr was felled in the box on what I would have to say was an iffy penalty. The defender clearly got the ball, but definitely took out Cyr's ankles on the follow-through. Good thing it's not up to me though because the official pointed to the spot. Cyr stepped up fired a shot to the left side of the net. The keeper dove and got a hand to it but the shot was too much and it ricocheted into the net - giving Nick his hat trick.
Elizabeth Forward pushed hard and somehow came away with another goal to make it 4-3. They pushed even harder for the equalizer and came very close on several occasions. Vargo, however, maybe knowing that he was going to be abandoning the team in another week for a wild week in Vegas with his party animal mother, father, and brother, came up huge, making some huge saves.
Man of the Match: Nick Cyr
A huge, HUGE win for the Blues as they take down their Route 51 rivals. There was no time to rest on their laurels, however, as the team traveled down the historic Route 51 to Round Hill Park again for their away fixture to the Warriors in only three days time.
0-1 Some Guy (12')
1-1 Volk (20')
2-1 Cyr (55')
3-1 Cyr (59')
3-2 Some Other Guy (70')
4-2 Cyr (pen, 75')
4-3 Some Guy (85')
Lineup: I forget.
What a game. Finally, after almost two years of anticipation, the first ever Route 51Derby was played at Borland Park in front of a close-to-capacity twelve fans (a majority of which were EF supporters). Included on the sidelines was none other than Ryan Abels who had sustained a broken foot the week before. A shame, Stinner would have enjoyed skuuurrrtiinng him had he been on the pitch. Here's to him getting better.
It didn't take long for the Warriors to grab the lead despite starting down a man or two. After about ten minutes of back and forth ball, the taller bloke with blonde hair took the ball on what was described by the sliced-and-diced WMFC defense as a'bang-bang' play, sped through the middle into the box and slid the ball past Vargo for the opening goal and just like that the boys were down 0-1. The WMFC players were stunned. Actually, I don't think anyone really cared. Eight minutes later, Volk equalized on a header. I have no idea how the ball got there but it got and Volk sent it into the twine to knot the game at one. The first half is a blur to me now as I sit here in my cube. All I can remember is playing Max Payne last night and watcihng The Matrix. What a flick. I had forgotten how overly-dramatic everything Laurence Fishburne says is in that movie. He, as well as all of those in their hipster-dufus attire, also has/have a knack for procaliming at every sudden instance of trouble that they are 'running out of time.' Oh, well. Great movie though.
Anyway, whatever happened at halftime (it could have been a rousing speech by manager Bob Stinner about how Sax had to leave to be with his sister who had gone into emergency surgery) that rallied the team. Nick Cyr in particular who had himself an absolute peach of a half. He finished with a hat trick and since it was so long ago I don't remember which was which because his first two goals were very similar. However, one included a majestic run from Hasson (who has really established himself - my signing, suck it Matt Baguet)who beat three (I think)defenders enroute to a cross that he (Cyr) eventually knocked home. It really was a thing of beauty. The other goal was similar but I don't remember what the hell happened because I was picking my nose and picking rocks from off of the pitch and throwing them into the woods.
If my memory of our goals can be described as a semi-attractive woman, Okay but not quite there yet, then my memory of the opposing team's goals would be Anna Paquin, bad and absolutely not attractive. I have no idea what happened when they scored nor do I care. After they scored some goals to make it 3-2, Cyr was felled in the box on what I would have to say was an iffy penalty. The defender clearly got the ball, but definitely took out Cyr's ankles on the follow-through. Good thing it's not up to me though because the official pointed to the spot. Cyr stepped up fired a shot to the left side of the net. The keeper dove and got a hand to it but the shot was too much and it ricocheted into the net - giving Nick his hat trick.
Elizabeth Forward pushed hard and somehow came away with another goal to make it 4-3. They pushed even harder for the equalizer and came very close on several occasions. Vargo, however, maybe knowing that he was going to be abandoning the team in another week for a wild week in Vegas with his party animal mother, father, and brother, came up huge, making some huge saves.
Man of the Match: Nick Cyr
A huge, HUGE win for the Blues as they take down their Route 51 rivals. There was no time to rest on their laurels, however, as the team traveled down the historic Route 51 to Round Hill Park again for their away fixture to the Warriors in only three days time.
23 June 2009
West Mifflin falls again
West Mifflin Football Club 1-2 Wolfpack
1-0 Stafura (40)
1-1 Some Cunt (60)
1-2 Some Ohter Cunt (65)
Who the fuck cares about the lineup, we suck.
West Mifflin Football Club is not having a good season at all. There has been no chemistry or rhythym amongst the team since the beginning of the season and with the departure of Baguet for the rest of the season it is unlikely that they team will be able to fully recover. The Blues were without their top strike duo of Nick and Volk and did that ever hurt them. The long and short of it is that this teamm outside of those two, have no ability to shoot the ball. None. Stinner had a few decent shots (both with his weaker left foot) and Stafura opened his scoring account (one and a half years on) with a nice lunging tap in from a Gasparovic cross but there is no doubt the team needs considerable work in the finishing department. Within the first ten minutes WMFC were awarded a free kick a few yards outside of the area. Dalibor lined up for the kick. Stinner noticed that the wall was very far to the right of the net and that there was a ton of space out on the left of the wall. He signaled to Dalibor who read his thoughs exactly and fed a wonderful ball to the space. Now, had Stinner not been feeling like an 89 year old man who was walking outside for the first time since being put into his nursing home by his children that were sick of having to wipe his old, decrepit asshole, he would have gotten a touch to it and possibly slid it into the net. However, since he was feeling old and decrepit, theball shot past his foot...
...and right into the path of a wide open (and I mean wide open) Pcholinski who whiffed harder than a blind kid playing tee ball. Two chances blown on one through-ball.
It did not help matters that first choice keeper Rob Vargo was on an anus-spelunking expedition in the most homo city in all of North America. No, not San Francisco, Boston. And despite attempts to call in Chad Perry and the youngest DeLuca brother to backhim up, as well as Stinner's butchered finger, Matt Sax sacrificed himself and offered to tend to the goal. He did exceptional for someone that does not regularly play keeper and our hat goes off to him for it. Two lame ass corner kicks did West Mifflin in. Two corner kicks, two homo's heading the ball past Sax. And that was that.
On a more positive or in this case, more disappointing note since the Blues fucking lost again, West Mifflin dominated for the first 15 minutes of the second half. They pressed for that vital second goal and nearly came up with it several times. Without doubt Mike Hasson has to be the Man of the Match. He controlled the ball well, dictated the play in the center of the park and setup at least three chances that should have been more. At one point, he teased a defender in the corner and spotted Stinner pointing to the sky, indicating that he was ready to head the ball for the first time in his life. Hasson sent a cross in but it was boxjust too tall for the winger. Regardless, it showed the vision of the up anc coming center mid. Trying to out-suck Stinner, Pcholinksi whiffed AGAIN on another chance right in front of goal.
Now, despite the team sucking beyond all human comprehension, there were three individuals who sucked so infinitely more than our squad I can't believe the whole universe wasn't pulled into their anus's because of how bad they sucked. I am referring, of course, to the referees. These three idiots were the worst refs I have ever, EVER stood on a field with. The center ref made three calls about which his explanation was "he was in the air." Let that marinate for a second. So, all you would need to do to have a foul called on the man defending you is...jump. Fuck. Off. Then, with about one minute to go, Pcholinksi went on a dazzling run down the middle of the field and into the box. He dodged three defenders and then was kicked hard as fuck in his shin. But, he continued through. Then, he was sandwiched by two big cunts and was sent to ground. The dumbass center ref did nothing. Never in my life have I ever seen a more blatant foul not called. These dudes had to have been retarted.
After the game Stinner went to collect the cards from the refs and calmly indicated to them that he had never in his playing career (20 years) had he ever made one comment to a ref but that he had to this time. He then quietly told them that they were awful.
Oh well. There is always next week.
West Mifflin returns home to Borland this Sunday at 1:00p to play Elizabeth Forward.
1-0 Stafura (40)
1-1 Some Cunt (60)
1-2 Some Ohter Cunt (65)
Who the fuck cares about the lineup, we suck.
West Mifflin Football Club is not having a good season at all. There has been no chemistry or rhythym amongst the team since the beginning of the season and with the departure of Baguet for the rest of the season it is unlikely that they team will be able to fully recover. The Blues were without their top strike duo of Nick and Volk and did that ever hurt them. The long and short of it is that this teamm outside of those two, have no ability to shoot the ball. None. Stinner had a few decent shots (both with his weaker left foot) and Stafura opened his scoring account (one and a half years on) with a nice lunging tap in from a Gasparovic cross but there is no doubt the team needs considerable work in the finishing department. Within the first ten minutes WMFC were awarded a free kick a few yards outside of the area. Dalibor lined up for the kick. Stinner noticed that the wall was very far to the right of the net and that there was a ton of space out on the left of the wall. He signaled to Dalibor who read his thoughs exactly and fed a wonderful ball to the space. Now, had Stinner not been feeling like an 89 year old man who was walking outside for the first time since being put into his nursing home by his children that were sick of having to wipe his old, decrepit asshole, he would have gotten a touch to it and possibly slid it into the net. However, since he was feeling old and decrepit, theball shot past his foot...
...and right into the path of a wide open (and I mean wide open) Pcholinski who whiffed harder than a blind kid playing tee ball. Two chances blown on one through-ball.
It did not help matters that first choice keeper Rob Vargo was on an anus-spelunking expedition in the most homo city in all of North America. No, not San Francisco, Boston. And despite attempts to call in Chad Perry and the youngest DeLuca brother to backhim up, as well as Stinner's butchered finger, Matt Sax sacrificed himself and offered to tend to the goal. He did exceptional for someone that does not regularly play keeper and our hat goes off to him for it. Two lame ass corner kicks did West Mifflin in. Two corner kicks, two homo's heading the ball past Sax. And that was that.
On a more positive or in this case, more disappointing note since the Blues fucking lost again, West Mifflin dominated for the first 15 minutes of the second half. They pressed for that vital second goal and nearly came up with it several times. Without doubt Mike Hasson has to be the Man of the Match. He controlled the ball well, dictated the play in the center of the park and setup at least three chances that should have been more. At one point, he teased a defender in the corner and spotted Stinner pointing to the sky, indicating that he was ready to head the ball for the first time in his life. Hasson sent a cross in but it was boxjust too tall for the winger. Regardless, it showed the vision of the up anc coming center mid. Trying to out-suck Stinner, Pcholinksi whiffed AGAIN on another chance right in front of goal.
Now, despite the team sucking beyond all human comprehension, there were three individuals who sucked so infinitely more than our squad I can't believe the whole universe wasn't pulled into their anus's because of how bad they sucked. I am referring, of course, to the referees. These three idiots were the worst refs I have ever, EVER stood on a field with. The center ref made three calls about which his explanation was "he was in the air." Let that marinate for a second. So, all you would need to do to have a foul called on the man defending you is...jump. Fuck. Off. Then, with about one minute to go, Pcholinksi went on a dazzling run down the middle of the field and into the box. He dodged three defenders and then was kicked hard as fuck in his shin. But, he continued through. Then, he was sandwiched by two big cunts and was sent to ground. The dumbass center ref did nothing. Never in my life have I ever seen a more blatant foul not called. These dudes had to have been retarted.
After the game Stinner went to collect the cards from the refs and calmly indicated to them that he had never in his playing career (20 years) had he ever made one comment to a ref but that he had to this time. He then quietly told them that they were awful.
Oh well. There is always next week.
West Mifflin returns home to Borland this Sunday at 1:00p to play Elizabeth Forward.
18 June 2009
Injury/vacation battered WMFC hammered away
This game sucked and since it was more than a week ago I don't feel like writing about it. We got crushed. The side ref was the worst ref in the history of soccer. They had a ginger black guy on their team and I didn't get to play because of my finger. Our defense was pretty bad but at the same time we only had 13 people and it was hotter than a thousand suns that day. Fuck it. We have five games to go and PA West still hasn't put up the standings. The next game is Sunday at 6:00p at Round Hill park against Wolfpack - the team we crushed in a scrimmage and then lost to one-nil in the regular season. Stinner will be back and WMFC will be sporting a rearranged back four for this one. The result should be different. See you then.
01 June 2009
Three quick goals kill off WMFC
West Mifflin Football Club 2-5 Sporting Club of Pittsburgh
0-1 Some Guy (25)
1-1 Baguet (50)
2-1 Some Guy (60)
3-1 Some Guy (62)
4-1 Some Guy (65)
4-2 Drewski (71)
5-2 Danzey (og)(75)
Formation: 4-4-2
Lineup: Vargo; Danzey, Eton, Kutscher, Dalibor; Baguet, Pcholinski, Reed, Stinner; Volk, Daveon
Bench: Stafura, Lacock, Drewski, Sax, Hasson.
Last season, West Mifflin FC went to Schenley Park and handed Sporting Club a hard-fought 5-4 loss. This season, West Mifflin FC SUCKED. Almost every aspect of the Blues' game was terrible. The defense had more holes than Swiss Cheese, the midfield looked lost, and the strikers couldn't have kicked a ball into the Mon if they had been swimming in it. Save for a good 15 minute spell in the firsl half, WMFC looked like an Under-8 squad.West Mifflin had many chances early on before Sporting took the lead. On one chance, which because of a traumatic accident this weekend that has crippled your beloved Blues Reporter's writing hand is the only one I can remember, a long cross was played into the box and deflected off of a defender to Stinner. He contemplated trying some ridiculous shot (which no doubt he would have put in because he is the best of all time but he wants others to have a shot) he took a more practical approach and headed the ball into the path of an on-streaking Volk who tore into the box but rifled the ball wide. Then, Reed found himself in some space at the top of the box (impossible! he's far too large!) and let fly with a hard shot that took a deflection off of a defender. It looked as though it had beaten the keeper but the cunt reached back in time to flip the ball over the bar for a corner. The keeper had an excellent game, however, 98% of his saves were on shots directly at him. Hmmm. Shot location. Seems like something that could be addressed at, ohh I dunno...practice? But who needs that?
Anyway, Reed's corners fucking blew....big time. It appeared that he, along with fellow midfielder, Matthew Alan had a case of Beach Foot. Baguet was diagnosed mid-game with the more severe rendition of the disease, the Aruba-Right-Foot Disease. Reed's corners skied over the net and often never even entered the field of play and Baguet's shots landed everywhere but anywhere near the net.
Eventually, Sporting fought up the field and won a corner. One of the blokes snuck behind the goal and made his way around to the other side, dipping below the WMFC defense radar. The ball came in from the corner on the ground, through all of the WMFC defense right to the foot of Some Guy #1 who put it into the net. Poor defending. That did it for the scoring in the first half.
WMFC took just about ten minutes to level the score with Baguet blasting home the equalizer. Daveon made a nice move with Baguet on the left side and then the short-one made a run to the the box. Daveon played the ball across and sent his foot through the ball. Hard. Mike Stafura described the goal like this:
"Well, it was a good thing the net got in the way of that shot."
With the score even West Mifflin pressed to take the lead and it caused them to look bare at the back. The ball bounced to Eton who instead of hoofing the ball either up the field or out of play decided to lay the ball to the middle of the field in the direct path of an on-rushing striker who promptly dribbled in and slid the ball past Vargo for a 2-1 Sporting lead. The goal scorer this time is a Carnegie Mellon student?/alum? that graduated from...McKeesport High School. Yeah, I don't understand how that is possible either. A bunch of other stuff happened and about two minutes later Sporting scored again. Kutscher tried to rush up and meet the ball but it bounced over his head. That allowed the Sporting goal scorer to glide in and put the ball into the net. Then, when it seemed that WMFC had learned from their defensive woes, a Sporting player was allowed to dribble down the middle of the field and for the first time in his goalkeeping career, loft the ball over Vargo. Three quick goals left the Blues and the reported 25,000 supporters (they must have been in their cars or hiding in the woods) stunned like Joe Louis Arena in Game 5. '
It was all but over at this point. West Mifflin pulled one back later on through Drewski from inside the six from a Baguet corner, only to have it erased on a Danzey own goal. The striker came down the right side and took a shot across the line. It bounced off the defender and went into the net securing the points for Sporting. Fuck.
This game sucked and to make it worse, only a few hours afterwards I damn near chopped my fucking right middle finger off by saving a little girl from a dog attack ~ OR ~ by sticking my hand in a mulching chute while the lawnmower safety bar, designed to prevent accidents such as this, was being held in (by me) thus keeping the blade-a-buzzin'. Don't judge me.
West Mifflin FC's next game is Sunday, June 7th against Internationals UPG at 10:30a in Plum.
0-1 Some Guy (25)
1-1 Baguet (50)
2-1 Some Guy (60)
3-1 Some Guy (62)
4-1 Some Guy (65)
4-2 Drewski (71)
5-2 Danzey (og)(75)
Formation: 4-4-2
Lineup: Vargo; Danzey, Eton, Kutscher, Dalibor; Baguet, Pcholinski, Reed, Stinner; Volk, Daveon
Bench: Stafura, Lacock, Drewski, Sax, Hasson.
Last season, West Mifflin FC went to Schenley Park and handed Sporting Club a hard-fought 5-4 loss. This season, West Mifflin FC SUCKED. Almost every aspect of the Blues' game was terrible. The defense had more holes than Swiss Cheese, the midfield looked lost, and the strikers couldn't have kicked a ball into the Mon if they had been swimming in it. Save for a good 15 minute spell in the firsl half, WMFC looked like an Under-8 squad.West Mifflin had many chances early on before Sporting took the lead. On one chance, which because of a traumatic accident this weekend that has crippled your beloved Blues Reporter's writing hand is the only one I can remember, a long cross was played into the box and deflected off of a defender to Stinner. He contemplated trying some ridiculous shot (which no doubt he would have put in because he is the best of all time but he wants others to have a shot) he took a more practical approach and headed the ball into the path of an on-streaking Volk who tore into the box but rifled the ball wide. Then, Reed found himself in some space at the top of the box (impossible! he's far too large!) and let fly with a hard shot that took a deflection off of a defender. It looked as though it had beaten the keeper but the cunt reached back in time to flip the ball over the bar for a corner. The keeper had an excellent game, however, 98% of his saves were on shots directly at him. Hmmm. Shot location. Seems like something that could be addressed at, ohh I dunno...practice? But who needs that?
Anyway, Reed's corners fucking blew....big time. It appeared that he, along with fellow midfielder, Matthew Alan had a case of Beach Foot. Baguet was diagnosed mid-game with the more severe rendition of the disease, the Aruba-Right-Foot Disease. Reed's corners skied over the net and often never even entered the field of play and Baguet's shots landed everywhere but anywhere near the net.
Eventually, Sporting fought up the field and won a corner. One of the blokes snuck behind the goal and made his way around to the other side, dipping below the WMFC defense radar. The ball came in from the corner on the ground, through all of the WMFC defense right to the foot of Some Guy #1 who put it into the net. Poor defending. That did it for the scoring in the first half.
WMFC took just about ten minutes to level the score with Baguet blasting home the equalizer. Daveon made a nice move with Baguet on the left side and then the short-one made a run to the the box. Daveon played the ball across and sent his foot through the ball. Hard. Mike Stafura described the goal like this:
"Well, it was a good thing the net got in the way of that shot."
With the score even West Mifflin pressed to take the lead and it caused them to look bare at the back. The ball bounced to Eton who instead of hoofing the ball either up the field or out of play decided to lay the ball to the middle of the field in the direct path of an on-rushing striker who promptly dribbled in and slid the ball past Vargo for a 2-1 Sporting lead. The goal scorer this time is a Carnegie Mellon student?/alum? that graduated from...McKeesport High School. Yeah, I don't understand how that is possible either. A bunch of other stuff happened and about two minutes later Sporting scored again. Kutscher tried to rush up and meet the ball but it bounced over his head. That allowed the Sporting goal scorer to glide in and put the ball into the net. Then, when it seemed that WMFC had learned from their defensive woes, a Sporting player was allowed to dribble down the middle of the field and for the first time in his goalkeeping career, loft the ball over Vargo. Three quick goals left the Blues and the reported 25,000 supporters (they must have been in their cars or hiding in the woods) stunned like Joe Louis Arena in Game 5. '
It was all but over at this point. West Mifflin pulled one back later on through Drewski from inside the six from a Baguet corner, only to have it erased on a Danzey own goal. The striker came down the right side and took a shot across the line. It bounced off the defender and went into the net securing the points for Sporting. Fuck.
This game sucked and to make it worse, only a few hours afterwards I damn near chopped my fucking right middle finger off by saving a little girl from a dog attack ~ OR ~ by sticking my hand in a mulching chute while the lawnmower safety bar, designed to prevent accidents such as this, was being held in (by me) thus keeping the blade-a-buzzin'. Don't judge me.
West Mifflin FC's next game is Sunday, June 7th against Internationals UPG at 10:30a in Plum.
25 May 2009
The lads come out to play when it counts...
West Mifflin Football Club 5-1 Steel City United
1-0 Volk (23)
2-0 Gasparovic (34)
3-0 Cyr (40)
3-1 Some Guy (44)
4-1 Pcholinski (50)
5-1 Cyr (pen) (74)
Gasparovic Yellow card (44)
Some Guy # 1 Yellow card (35)
Some Guy #2 Yellow card (69)
Some Other Guy Yellow card (83)
Same Some Other Guy Red card (85)
Formation: 4-2-3-1
Lineup: Vargo; Eton, Danzey, Kutscher, Sax; Hasson, Drewski; Daveon, Pcholinski, Stinner; Volk
Bench: Cyr, Gasparovic, Pete, Tyler, Stafura, etc.
For the last week the local papers have been filled with scathing account upon scathing account on how WMFC would falter yet again after two paltry, goal-starved games to start the season. However, Steel City United and the multitude of supporters that filled the Borland Park hillsides Sunday were introduced, officially, to the free-flowing and masterful finishing side constructed by the WMFC top brass the past close-season. It was a candid display that must have sent a real message to the rest of the Championship (doubtful though since the GPSL never updates the site for anyone to see the results).
In lieu of some questionable refereeing, in which three United players were booked, one United player sent off, a penalty was given then revoked and deemed an outgoing free kick - then upon inquiry as to which team was attacking which goal finally awarded, and one Blue currently on holiday in the Dominican Republic and not actually present at the game yellow carded, and a 40 minute rail delay, the Blues picked up the first set of three points available to them plus the extra one for playing the game leaving them with six points total.
Bob Stinner made his 2009 debut on the right side of midfield to strident praise from the stands. Anyway, to the action. The Volkster got the game off to a good start with a goal after 23 minutes. Some things happened (that sounds like a girl who went away to college and is finding the right words to break up with her high school sweetheart who opted to go to a different college four hours in the other direction), a pass here, a pass there and I don't remember how it got to Volk but he shot it and in it went. One nil to the Blues. Now, the order of the next two goals I do not recall entirely, however, I will start with Eggrole's Pires-esque stunner. West Mifflin was playing the ball down the right side. United were able to clear the ball out but only as far as Gasparovic, who had been subbed on moments earlier, about five or so yards outside of the box. Now, it needs to be noted that Gasparovic is known more for his power, his ability to fight blokes off of the ball, occasionally foul the shit out of someone, and leave games early for softball. So, it is understandable that what transpired next was as intriguing as it was important. He got the ball took a dribble or two, sized up what was going on, and lofted a shot with the perfect trajectory (I myself thought it was over the net) over the goalie (who was no fat slob, but fit and active) and into the net. 2-0 Blues on what is an early candidate for goal of the season. At this point, Volk had come off in exchange for Cyr but there have been no two strikers more consistent than these two and losing one for the other is not a loss but an even swap. Cyr latched onto a through ball (I guess) and dribbled across the box, around two defenders and curled in the third of the game (or maybe the second). The Blues would have liked to have kept United off the score sheet, especially before the half, but Some Guy scored. How? I don't remember or care. At some point in the first half, Stinner was sprinting at an injury-reduced rate down the right side of the pitch. He put the ball out in front of him a little ways and the little defender with shaved head and full beard took him out. According to Stinner:
The second half started with United pressing WMFC. For about 10 minutes or so the home side could not gain possession and the ball rarely made it past midfield. It's a good thing that United did not have their shooting boots on because they had a few chances. Keeper Rob Vargo did well. As did newcomer, Pete, a friend of Vargo's. Pete is from Germany and is absolutely masterful on the ball. Although he is most comfortable as a central midfielder, he was happy to fill in at left back and played very well there, settling the ball well and playing it to feet with ease. He also has flowing, Fabio-like hair which pretty much guarantees a quality footballer. He has been added to the roster and everyone here at WMFC Online welcome him.
Having started off in the traditional 4-4-2, West Mifflin eventually broke out of the pressure and started up field. A ball was played to the strikers Volk and Nick. A pass was sent across and Stinner, finally able to test out his battered left foot, shot the ball off of the pass and it ricocheted off a defender and rolled to Pcholinski (the opportunistic snake) who was waiting just outside the top of the box. Just as he snakes everyone's kills in COD, he ripped his boot through the ball. It bounced almost on the goal line and into the net, past the goalie who was screened by three of his own defenders.
The game was becoming chippy at this point and the ref being clueless caused the situation to fester. Cyr controlled the ball just outside the top of the box and dribbled past the defender. In order to stop Cyr, the defender grabbed the strikers torso and hauled him down inside the box. The ref blew the whistle and pointed to the spot. Then, after the typical, whah-whah inquiry by the offending team as to why the call was made, appeared to reverse the decision appointing the free kick to United. Then after being told that white was the team that was fouled and was inside the box, he finally awarded the penalty. The sideline refs, one looking like a high school sophomore who had just gotten back from hotboxing a Hummer and the other who very well could have been Father Time he was so old, were of no help. Anyway, Cyr placed the ball into the barren hole that Mother Nature has kept grassless to indicate the penalty spot, awaited the refs whistle and upon hearing it, rifled the ball high and into the right side of the net. 5-1 and that's how it would end despite Stinner being played a perfect pass from a corner by Drewski. He lined up perfectly to strike it home but the ball hit a crater and he ended up whiffing. Also, Jared Pcholinski, who's decision making skills in the final third are worse than that of O.J. Simpson, was played clear and was leading a three-on-none up the field. Instead of centering the ball for an easy tap in, he decided to go for it...and the ball was blocked for a corner leading to Stinner's corner whiff.
The game did not finish without some dramatics. After a ball had been played down Vargo's left side something was called that did not appeal to one of the United players. He turned and calmly said 'you suck.' The ref promptly showed him the yellow. Now, after the offense, which I feel was warranted, the ref kept yammering on at the player (and the player back to him) which caused the rest of the United squad to start yammering until 9 of 11 United players were yammering something to the ref while the other two were yammering at the other 11 to shut the fuck up. Eventually, a very, VERY poor call was made as a cross was sent in and very clearly hit off Eton's shoulder and went out of bounds. The ref called a goal kick which was clearly not the correct call and one can be almost assured that he made the wrong call on purpose. Minutes later, Eggrole was fouled in the back and the United player was booked. Just a few moments after that he was sent off for calling the ref a 'fucking idiot' which is not entirely inaccurate in this case but still inappropriate and worthy of the straight red. Then we all had to sit around while the guy left the premises and of course he took his grand old time and blah, blah, blah, full time, we won.
Man of the Match: Nick Cyr
So, the victory puts WMFC at 6 points. I would be able to tell you what place that would put the squad in if I had been sent a coherent email from the GPSL. On the contrary, I was sent a completely incoherent email from the league and so have no idea what the hell it said and we are still in the dark as to where the club stands in the league table. Rest assured, however, your resilient Blues Reporting staff here at WMFC Online will let you know any info as we receive it.
The next game will most likely be AT HOME this weekend against Sporting Club of Pittsburgh due to them not being able to schedule their field. The game will most likely be at 1:00p. Stop being cunts and come to a game!
Finally, if you remember the scenario that led up to the goal please leave a comment detailing the play and I will try to update the match report.
1-0 Volk (23)
2-0 Gasparovic (34)
3-0 Cyr (40)
3-1 Some Guy (44)
4-1 Pcholinski (50)
5-1 Cyr (pen) (74)
Gasparovic Yellow card (44)
Some Guy # 1 Yellow card (35)
Some Guy #2 Yellow card (69)
Some Other Guy Yellow card (83)
Same Some Other Guy Red card (85)
Formation: 4-2-3-1
Lineup: Vargo; Eton, Danzey, Kutscher, Sax; Hasson, Drewski; Daveon, Pcholinski, Stinner; Volk
Bench: Cyr, Gasparovic, Pete, Tyler, Stafura, etc.
For the last week the local papers have been filled with scathing account upon scathing account on how WMFC would falter yet again after two paltry, goal-starved games to start the season. However, Steel City United and the multitude of supporters that filled the Borland Park hillsides Sunday were introduced, officially, to the free-flowing and masterful finishing side constructed by the WMFC top brass the past close-season. It was a candid display that must have sent a real message to the rest of the Championship (doubtful though since the GPSL never updates the site for anyone to see the results).
In lieu of some questionable refereeing, in which three United players were booked, one United player sent off, a penalty was given then revoked and deemed an outgoing free kick - then upon inquiry as to which team was attacking which goal finally awarded, and one Blue currently on holiday in the Dominican Republic and not actually present at the game yellow carded, and a 40 minute rail delay, the Blues picked up the first set of three points available to them plus the extra one for playing the game leaving them with six points total.
Bob Stinner made his 2009 debut on the right side of midfield to strident praise from the stands. Anyway, to the action. The Volkster got the game off to a good start with a goal after 23 minutes. Some things happened (that sounds like a girl who went away to college and is finding the right words to break up with her high school sweetheart who opted to go to a different college four hours in the other direction), a pass here, a pass there and I don't remember how it got to Volk but he shot it and in it went. One nil to the Blues. Now, the order of the next two goals I do not recall entirely, however, I will start with Eggrole's Pires-esque stunner. West Mifflin was playing the ball down the right side. United were able to clear the ball out but only as far as Gasparovic, who had been subbed on moments earlier, about five or so yards outside of the box. Now, it needs to be noted that Gasparovic is known more for his power, his ability to fight blokes off of the ball, occasionally foul the shit out of someone, and leave games early for softball. So, it is understandable that what transpired next was as intriguing as it was important. He got the ball took a dribble or two, sized up what was going on, and lofted a shot with the perfect trajectory (I myself thought it was over the net) over the goalie (who was no fat slob, but fit and active) and into the net. 2-0 Blues on what is an early candidate for goal of the season. At this point, Volk had come off in exchange for Cyr but there have been no two strikers more consistent than these two and losing one for the other is not a loss but an even swap. Cyr latched onto a through ball (I guess) and dribbled across the box, around two defenders and curled in the third of the game (or maybe the second). The Blues would have liked to have kept United off the score sheet, especially before the half, but Some Guy scored. How? I don't remember or care. At some point in the first half, Stinner was sprinting at an injury-reduced rate down the right side of the pitch. He put the ball out in front of him a little ways and the little defender with shaved head and full beard took him out. According to Stinner:
The left back was shown yellow for the infraction. Just after the halftime whistle had gone lightning struck close by and the teams were informed that there would be a delay of 30 minutes and that the count would restart after every subsequent strike. There was a second strike after about ten minutes. And then another a few minutes later, and another, and another. About six lightning strikes flashed about but the ref didn't see any of it and the delay was just 40 minutes.He caught the ankle slightly. I fell to ground on my shoulder and I expected
that to hurt worse than it did. I am huge though so it didn't hurt. He apologized and I empathized with him because the field was wet. I kept losing my footing and when you slide tackle on this pitch when it is wet you go for miles.
The second half started with United pressing WMFC. For about 10 minutes or so the home side could not gain possession and the ball rarely made it past midfield. It's a good thing that United did not have their shooting boots on because they had a few chances. Keeper Rob Vargo did well. As did newcomer, Pete, a friend of Vargo's. Pete is from Germany and is absolutely masterful on the ball. Although he is most comfortable as a central midfielder, he was happy to fill in at left back and played very well there, settling the ball well and playing it to feet with ease. He also has flowing, Fabio-like hair which pretty much guarantees a quality footballer. He has been added to the roster and everyone here at WMFC Online welcome him.
Having started off in the traditional 4-4-2, West Mifflin eventually broke out of the pressure and started up field. A ball was played to the strikers Volk and Nick. A pass was sent across and Stinner, finally able to test out his battered left foot, shot the ball off of the pass and it ricocheted off a defender and rolled to Pcholinski (the opportunistic snake) who was waiting just outside the top of the box. Just as he snakes everyone's kills in COD, he ripped his boot through the ball. It bounced almost on the goal line and into the net, past the goalie who was screened by three of his own defenders.
The game was becoming chippy at this point and the ref being clueless caused the situation to fester. Cyr controlled the ball just outside the top of the box and dribbled past the defender. In order to stop Cyr, the defender grabbed the strikers torso and hauled him down inside the box. The ref blew the whistle and pointed to the spot. Then, after the typical, whah-whah inquiry by the offending team as to why the call was made, appeared to reverse the decision appointing the free kick to United. Then after being told that white was the team that was fouled and was inside the box, he finally awarded the penalty. The sideline refs, one looking like a high school sophomore who had just gotten back from hotboxing a Hummer and the other who very well could have been Father Time he was so old, were of no help. Anyway, Cyr placed the ball into the barren hole that Mother Nature has kept grassless to indicate the penalty spot, awaited the refs whistle and upon hearing it, rifled the ball high and into the right side of the net. 5-1 and that's how it would end despite Stinner being played a perfect pass from a corner by Drewski. He lined up perfectly to strike it home but the ball hit a crater and he ended up whiffing. Also, Jared Pcholinski, who's decision making skills in the final third are worse than that of O.J. Simpson, was played clear and was leading a three-on-none up the field. Instead of centering the ball for an easy tap in, he decided to go for it...and the ball was blocked for a corner leading to Stinner's corner whiff.
The game did not finish without some dramatics. After a ball had been played down Vargo's left side something was called that did not appeal to one of the United players. He turned and calmly said 'you suck.' The ref promptly showed him the yellow. Now, after the offense, which I feel was warranted, the ref kept yammering on at the player (and the player back to him) which caused the rest of the United squad to start yammering until 9 of 11 United players were yammering something to the ref while the other two were yammering at the other 11 to shut the fuck up. Eventually, a very, VERY poor call was made as a cross was sent in and very clearly hit off Eton's shoulder and went out of bounds. The ref called a goal kick which was clearly not the correct call and one can be almost assured that he made the wrong call on purpose. Minutes later, Eggrole was fouled in the back and the United player was booked. Just a few moments after that he was sent off for calling the ref a 'fucking idiot' which is not entirely inaccurate in this case but still inappropriate and worthy of the straight red. Then we all had to sit around while the guy left the premises and of course he took his grand old time and blah, blah, blah, full time, we won.
Man of the Match: Nick Cyr
So, the victory puts WMFC at 6 points. I would be able to tell you what place that would put the squad in if I had been sent a coherent email from the GPSL. On the contrary, I was sent a completely incoherent email from the league and so have no idea what the hell it said and we are still in the dark as to where the club stands in the league table. Rest assured, however, your resilient Blues Reporting staff here at WMFC Online will let you know any info as we receive it.
The next game will most likely be AT HOME this weekend against Sporting Club of Pittsburgh due to them not being able to schedule their field. The game will most likely be at 1:00p. Stop being cunts and come to a game!
Finally, if you remember the scenario that led up to the goal please leave a comment detailing the play and I will try to update the match report.
22 May 2009
Stinner facing fitness test before Memorial Day weekend clash
West Mifflin Football Club winger Bob Stinner faces a fitness test tomorrow to determine whether or not he will be able to take part Sunday against Steel City United. With Reed and Baguet already out on holiday the Blues are stretched for options in the middle of the park. In addition, the squad will be testing out a new formation that Stinner would seem to be suited for, 4-2-3-1. Should he be fit to play (and the other team doesn't appear to be a pack of wild banshees that lash out at any and all limbs and ligaments of the opposition) he is considering starting himself on the right side of the attacking midfield with Pcholinski in the center and Daveon on the left.
19 May 2009
WMFC fall in second match
(0-1) Nimble Fat Ass (no offense) 40”
Yellow Card
Danzey 67”
Lineup:
Vargo; Danzey, Nickel,
A crisp May morning breeze could not help WMFC’s fortunes at
The Blues once again dominated the game with the goal coming totally against the run of play. Right from the start, Wolfpack looked to establish themselves as the more physical of the two sides (Lord knows WMC far outmatched them in terms of skill). Reed was fouled hard from behind by Some Guy and went to ground (his landing causing the earth to tremble) and had to be subbed off. But not before he unleashed a very typical foul-mouthed barrage at anyone within earshot. It can be said that Wolfpack were a very physical, almost Bolton-esque side but that is to be expected of any team hailing from that far up Route 51. Bob Stinner was a game time decision and having recognized that the game was only worth a point consulted with the physio and decided to put off his season debut another week.
Reed returned after only a few minutes and later nearly found the net with his head. On a cross into the box, he leapt up (in similar fashion to the goal he scored in the pre-season friendly against the same team – his leaping foot only a centimeter off of the ground) and glanced the ball into the air. It looked good from my vantage but it clanged off the crossbar and the goalie collected. Despite being held scoreless at home, possession had to have favored the Blues to the tune of at least 80%-20%. The last time the Blues were blanked at home was against Heidelcunt last season.
Nick Cyr came on to begin the second-half and had quite an impact. He threatened the defense on almost every touch either with a slick pass through to an on-charging winger or with a one-two with fellow striker Volkster. Volk was again Volk-like and Gasparovic was busy and worked-hard up until his indefinite departure for a softball game (lame). After a shitty call by the absolutely horrendous center-ref (that makes it two out of two so far this season), Danzey let loose and was sure to let the center man know that he sucked and that he was a c*** and was promptly shown the yellow card.
Steve Gauss made a cameo at the Park Sunday to take in a match. He was a guest-coach on the sidelines and made a very astute observation: WMFC needs to keep the ball on the goddamn, motherf***ing, c**tflipping, tw*tlapping ground. Too many times the ball was blasted over the defense for a striker to run on to. However, that rarely works and when, as someone on the sidelines mentioned, a team is playing a 10-0-1, that goes from “rarely” to “will not ever”.
Man of the Match for the week goes to Daveon Lee. He had a very good game that has some speculating that he has earned a spot in the starting XI.
The offensive woes prompted the WMFC co-captain, Jared Pcholinski, to approach management with a revolutionary idea: to change formations from the traditional 4-4-2 to a 4-2-3-1. It was discussed by the brain trust and the co-captain and it looks like the club will institute the change at the weekend. Whether or not more than three people are able to practice the new formation this week remains to be seen. Nothing like making strategic information public but since no one, save for three people I know of, read this site, here is what WMFC will look like when they lineup next weekend:
with the squad lining up like this:
Vargo; Nickel, Dalibor, Danzey, Eton; Hasson, Kutscher; Daveon, Pcholinski, Stinner; Volk
The strategy change is a bold one but it may just be the tweak the squad needs for the first real game of the season. This formation allows Hasson and Kutscher to play as defensive or holding midfielders. Hasson has arguably the best control and touch on the squad. Kutscher is dynamic and has proven his worth in defense. Having them stationed in front of an already solid defense with the ability to push forward when necessary and support the attack should allow the attacking midfielders; Pcholinski, Lee, and Stinner to play more freely by feeding the ball up to the lone striker and playing off of him. This should allow more shots and better looks for the team as a whole and should lead to more than zero goals.
Remember, from here on in (except for the first game against EF to be made up) the games will count for wins and losses rather than just as a game played. So get out there and cheer on the squad. Next week, Reed and Baguet are out on holiday. Stinner should return barring any new complications with his injury.
WMFC’s next game is Sunday, May 24 at 1:00p at
11 May 2009
Injury Update
To begin it should be mentioned that the captions for several of the pictures for the last match's report are very wrong. It should also be noted that I could not care less. It is 10:45p and I have to go to work tomorrow and my misery is compounded by the fact that the Cuntitals forced Game 7 tonight so fuck off.
Here's your goddamn injury update:
Stinner (ankle sprain) will try and practice tomorrow.
Drewski (ankle sprain): no one really knows. His ankle is "fat". We will wait until tomorrow.
Lacock (ankle) will be out of training tomorrow.
Everyone else appears to be set to partake in training. We should have a good practice tomorrow. We are expecting at least 12 people. Yae.
Here's your goddamn injury update:
Stinner (ankle sprain) will try and practice tomorrow.
Drewski (ankle sprain): no one really knows. His ankle is "fat". We will wait until tomorrow.
Lacock (ankle) will be out of training tomorrow.
Everyone else appears to be set to partake in training. We should have a good practice tomorrow. We are expecting at least 12 people. Yae.
Seven-man Dynamo hold West Mifflin FC to draw
West Mifflin Football Club 1-1 Dynamo 412
0-1 Some Guy (60)*
1-1 Gasparovic (75)
Some Other Guy Yellow Card (18)
Kutscher Yellow Card (70)
*Times are made up. Times are always made up.
Not exactly what the squad expected after all of the new signings this summer but not a bitter disappointment either. The first game of the season can never carry too much weight when it comes to evaluation. For the most part it is a time for everyone to get acclimated to each other; where the right back likes to situate himself, which center-mid will play the role of attacker and which will be the more defensive, how well the wings and defense will work with each other in attack…and how they will communicate when retreating on defense. What may be a bit disappointing is the fact that Dynamo 412 showed up with only eight players…none of which was a real keeper. Then, after a brutal (and completely accidental) Hasson shoulder to the face, the visitors were reduced to a league-minimum-to-play seven players. One all was the final. How did this occur? Well, I think it would be fair to say that the lack of cohesiveness caused more damage than the four man (three really) advantage helped. West Mifflin was without winger Bob Stinner and defensemen Danzey (work) and Matt Sax (swine flu) so the Blues started like this:
Vargo; Dalibor, Nickel, Eton, Drewski; Matthew Alan, Reed, Pcholinski, Kutcher; Volk, Gasparovic
Bench:
Lacock, Lee, Stafura, Cyr, Hasson
(This is a new format for putting out the starting lineups. If you like it, let me know! and I’ll keep it. If you prefer the old vertical way, let me know! and I’ll go back to that. This format goes like this:
GK, Sweeper, Left back, Right back, Stopper; Left wing, Left-center mid, Right-center mid, Right wing; Striker, Striker)
What is strange is the fact that the opposing squad did not consist of cunts which is not typical of this league at all. Most teams consist of cunts and twatholes but this team seemed friendly and not cunty. One of them was an Arsenal fan which automatically makes him better than most people to begin with.
But I digress. A game which started off in an immensely sloppy manner for the Blues almost did not get started at all due to an administrative discrepancy. Something about a goddamn sticker. It should be noted that if there was a cunt on the field it was the center ref whose ego was inflated many million times over from the sensation of a penis, **er hem*** uhh, I mean, whistle in his mouth.
Pasternak was given a warning after knocking one of the opposition onto his arse, standing over him and inquiring, “what now, bitch?” After a stern warning from the manager, he ceased such behavior. Minutes later, the first Yellow of the match was given to a member of the Dynamo. What it was for I don’t remember. Probably some act of cuntiness. Anyway, WMFC started off very sloppily. Passes seemed to get where they were supposed to go but the game was not fluent and it had as much to do with the fact that they were shitty passes as the shitty pitch the game was played on. And, if the passing was bad, the shooting can only be described as ***vomit***. West Mifflin had several chances to score. A small sliver of nice play left Matthew Alan more wide open than the walls of the Grand Canyon but his strike was intercepted by an opposing foot and the ball was cleared. At about 10 minutes from time, Jared Pcholinski was on the receiving end of a beautiful cross-field pass (form whom I don’t recall) which he brought down nicely. Now, from my vantage, it seemed he had enough time to learn calculus (L. Maha), invent time travel, and then broker a peace deal between the Israelis and Palestinians, but the midfielder claimed that if he had take any more touches the defense would have been on him. The play ended with weak left footed shot that went out for a goal kick. Pcholinski had an industrious game though as he was everywhere on the pitch. Vargo had little to do at the back in the first half while the Dynamo 412 net was riddled with more shots than a Japanese bukkake.
At halftime some strategy was discussed and Baguet farted.
The second half is a blur in my memory. As Bob Stinner put it towards the end of the game: “It sucks when you’re hurt and can’t help the team.” I was also starving having had come directly from the 2009 Race for the Cure so I was busy spreading peanut butter onto my bread that I brought for most of the time. I was retrieving a ball that had gone over the fence behind the net (from an errant WMFC shot) when Dynamo put in the first goal of the game. I heard someone cheer as I made my way up the small hill. I wasn’t sure who had scored until I heard the keeper clap. That’s when I realized the goings-on were at WMFC’s defensive end of the pitch and that the Blues were down 0-1. From what I was told, the ball was not cleared and the striker was left with a free path to slot it into the corner. Whatever. The sloppiness of WMFC’s play continued in the second half. At one point, after an impossible 2-on-1 for the Dynamo rang off the post, WMFC had a very rare 10 on 5 opportunity with the two strikers left back at the other 18. The result? Horrible pass that landed out of bounds. The equalizer was not too far away though. I don’t remember exactly what happened but Gasparovic did very well to fend off a defender while latching onto a pass after making a diagonal run up the middle of the Dynamo box. He appeared to stumble, but not before poking the ball past the makeshift keeper and into the net to level it all at one. That would do it for the scoring and makes Gasparovic an easy winner for Man of the Match. Baguet came close with a header from a corner. Before the equalizer, Jared Pcholinski decided to be a huge douche and cleared the ball off of the goal line….Dynamo 412’s goal line. This denied WMFC an equalizer that could have helped them win the game. Drewski came close with a header that looked like it was on its way in until the mammoth “keeper” got his paws on it. He would later come off with an ankle sprain caused by the unbelievable shittiness of the Borland pitch. So, there you have it. The first match is much more disappointing that the opener last season but there is no doubt the squad is much more suited to handle adversity this year than last as the Blues surely would have surrendered a match winner last season.
Man of the Match: Jordan Gasparovic
Match action:
The boys take the field for the opening kick.
Defending a corner. Dalibor flexing and admiring his bicep.
The squad at the half.
...and that is where I stopped taking pictures.
West Mifflin’s next match is Sunday, May 17th at 10:00a at Borland Park and they will take on Wolfpack. Come out and support your team.
0-1 Some Guy (60)*
1-1 Gasparovic (75)
Some Other Guy Yellow Card (18)
Kutscher Yellow Card (70)
*Times are made up. Times are always made up.
Not exactly what the squad expected after all of the new signings this summer but not a bitter disappointment either. The first game of the season can never carry too much weight when it comes to evaluation. For the most part it is a time for everyone to get acclimated to each other; where the right back likes to situate himself, which center-mid will play the role of attacker and which will be the more defensive, how well the wings and defense will work with each other in attack…and how they will communicate when retreating on defense. What may be a bit disappointing is the fact that Dynamo 412 showed up with only eight players…none of which was a real keeper. Then, after a brutal (and completely accidental) Hasson shoulder to the face, the visitors were reduced to a league-minimum-to-play seven players. One all was the final. How did this occur? Well, I think it would be fair to say that the lack of cohesiveness caused more damage than the four man (three really) advantage helped. West Mifflin was without winger Bob Stinner and defensemen Danzey (work) and Matt Sax (swine flu) so the Blues started like this:
Vargo; Dalibor, Nickel, Eton, Drewski; Matthew Alan, Reed, Pcholinski, Kutcher; Volk, Gasparovic
Bench:
Lacock, Lee, Stafura, Cyr, Hasson
(This is a new format for putting out the starting lineups. If you like it, let me know! and I’ll keep it. If you prefer the old vertical way, let me know! and I’ll go back to that. This format goes like this:
GK, Sweeper, Left back, Right back, Stopper; Left wing, Left-center mid, Right-center mid, Right wing; Striker, Striker)
What is strange is the fact that the opposing squad did not consist of cunts which is not typical of this league at all. Most teams consist of cunts and twatholes but this team seemed friendly and not cunty. One of them was an Arsenal fan which automatically makes him better than most people to begin with.
But I digress. A game which started off in an immensely sloppy manner for the Blues almost did not get started at all due to an administrative discrepancy. Something about a goddamn sticker. It should be noted that if there was a cunt on the field it was the center ref whose ego was inflated many million times over from the sensation of a penis, **er hem*** uhh, I mean, whistle in his mouth.
Pasternak was given a warning after knocking one of the opposition onto his arse, standing over him and inquiring, “what now, bitch?” After a stern warning from the manager, he ceased such behavior. Minutes later, the first Yellow of the match was given to a member of the Dynamo. What it was for I don’t remember. Probably some act of cuntiness. Anyway, WMFC started off very sloppily. Passes seemed to get where they were supposed to go but the game was not fluent and it had as much to do with the fact that they were shitty passes as the shitty pitch the game was played on. And, if the passing was bad, the shooting can only be described as ***vomit***. West Mifflin had several chances to score. A small sliver of nice play left Matthew Alan more wide open than the walls of the Grand Canyon but his strike was intercepted by an opposing foot and the ball was cleared. At about 10 minutes from time, Jared Pcholinski was on the receiving end of a beautiful cross-field pass (form whom I don’t recall) which he brought down nicely. Now, from my vantage, it seemed he had enough time to learn calculus (L. Maha), invent time travel, and then broker a peace deal between the Israelis and Palestinians, but the midfielder claimed that if he had take any more touches the defense would have been on him. The play ended with weak left footed shot that went out for a goal kick. Pcholinski had an industrious game though as he was everywhere on the pitch. Vargo had little to do at the back in the first half while the Dynamo 412 net was riddled with more shots than a Japanese bukkake.
At halftime some strategy was discussed and Baguet farted.
The second half is a blur in my memory. As Bob Stinner put it towards the end of the game: “It sucks when you’re hurt and can’t help the team.” I was also starving having had come directly from the 2009 Race for the Cure so I was busy spreading peanut butter onto my bread that I brought for most of the time. I was retrieving a ball that had gone over the fence behind the net (from an errant WMFC shot) when Dynamo put in the first goal of the game. I heard someone cheer as I made my way up the small hill. I wasn’t sure who had scored until I heard the keeper clap. That’s when I realized the goings-on were at WMFC’s defensive end of the pitch and that the Blues were down 0-1. From what I was told, the ball was not cleared and the striker was left with a free path to slot it into the corner. Whatever. The sloppiness of WMFC’s play continued in the second half. At one point, after an impossible 2-on-1 for the Dynamo rang off the post, WMFC had a very rare 10 on 5 opportunity with the two strikers left back at the other 18. The result? Horrible pass that landed out of bounds. The equalizer was not too far away though. I don’t remember exactly what happened but Gasparovic did very well to fend off a defender while latching onto a pass after making a diagonal run up the middle of the Dynamo box. He appeared to stumble, but not before poking the ball past the makeshift keeper and into the net to level it all at one. That would do it for the scoring and makes Gasparovic an easy winner for Man of the Match. Baguet came close with a header from a corner. Before the equalizer, Jared Pcholinski decided to be a huge douche and cleared the ball off of the goal line….Dynamo 412’s goal line. This denied WMFC an equalizer that could have helped them win the game. Drewski came close with a header that looked like it was on its way in until the mammoth “keeper” got his paws on it. He would later come off with an ankle sprain caused by the unbelievable shittiness of the Borland pitch. So, there you have it. The first match is much more disappointing that the opener last season but there is no doubt the squad is much more suited to handle adversity this year than last as the Blues surely would have surrendered a match winner last season.
Man of the Match: Jordan Gasparovic
Match action:
The boys take the field for the opening kick.
Defending a corner. Dalibor flexing and admiring his bicep.
The squad at the half.
...and that is where I stopped taking pictures.
West Mifflin’s next match is Sunday, May 17th at 10:00a at Borland Park and they will take on Wolfpack. Come out and support your team.
07 May 2009
West Mifflin Football Club victorious in friendly
Friendly 1 (and only)
West Mifflin Football Club 5 – 1 Wolfpack
Reed 15”* (1-0)
Volk 23” (2-0)
Volk 53” (3-0)
Some Guy 62” (3-1)
Lee 75” (4-1)
Lacock 86” (5-1)
*times are made up
On Tuesday night, West Mifflin Football Club traveled the short trip down the Route 51 corridor for a friendly against Championship E Division rivals Wolfpack at Elizabeth Forward High School. It was the first match action for the squad this season. Only eleven players made the trip through the rain while Bob Stinner assumed role of coach while nursing an ankle injury. The starting lineup looked like this (I think):
GK-Reed (Rotating)
Sweeper – Matt Sax
RB – Eton
LB – Nickel
Stopper– Drewski
RCM – Pcholinski
LCM – Matthew Alan Baguet
RW – Tyler
LW – Kutcher
ST – Volk
ST – Daveon
The field was mucky and resembled a huge bowl of shit. It was worse than Borland – a fact that many Blues supporters find impossible to comprehend - but I swear it, that’s the truth. It should also be noted that Chris Reed drives like a maniac. Stinner and Pcholinski both commented to me while walking to the pitch that they were thankful they were still alive for the game. Pcholinski said, “At one point we were approaching a red light and he (Reed) almost hit into the back of a truck stopped at a red light. He turned and said ‘I was just looking around.’ Crinky!” It is understandable for Reed to have a lead foot, what with his mass and everything. However, he appeared to defy gravity in the 15th minute when he nodded home WMFC’s first goal of the summer. The ball was crossed in by someone after a long corner by Baguet (I think) and just as I looked up I saw Reed’s girth tilted slightly and about one and a quarter centimeters off of the ground. Although he was not high off the ground he did really well to glance the ball into the corner. It was a very pretty goal to watch and with that it was one-nil WMFC. And so, some more shit happened here and there. WMFC really controlled the possession and the flow of the game. The passing was very good and if it weren’t for the quality of the pitch, it would have been very beautiful stuff to watch. The defense looks very solid and the communication from the eleven was good. Since I was high on Motrin and still reeling from Reed’s driving on the way in, I don’t remember how the second goal was setup. I do remember it being caught by the keeper only to see it trickle into the net. The third, however, was a beauty. Although I can not recall who started the motion, the brunt of the work was smoothly completed by Reed and Pcholinski, passing amongst themselves beautifully to and from up the middle (right/left side?) of the pitch. It ended with a lovely through-ball to the Volkster who finished with typical Volk-aplomb – a roper into the back of the net. It really was lovely and if the Blues plan on making a run for the division this season the three involved will have to play a massive part. After that move, I think they are ready. Two newcomers finished the scoring for the Blues after Some Guy picked up a consolation goal for the Wolfpack. Similar to Robin van Persie’s consolation against Man Utd in the Champions League Semi Final except the Guy didn’t score it against the biggest pack of rabid cuntbags ever to breath. F*cking twats. Anyway, Lacock found himself more open than a skank’s vag right inside the box (no pun intended) and instead of ripping his first for the Blues unselfishly slid it off to Daveon who similarly slid the ball into the net for his first. Good work between the two new boys. The fluent work amongst all of the newcomers was a welcome sight after the club lost so many familiar faces over the close-season. Lacock eventually got his first when a bunch of stuff happened that I don’t remember and he kicked the ball into the net. I apologize Tyler but I can’t remember all of the goals especially ones that are particularly as boring and nondescript as yours. No offense. Good work though. That did it for the scoring and the Blues go into the regular season this Sunday with a victory under their belts. A small sample size, yes, but better to have a ‘W’ than a stinker, no?
I am sure many are wondering about how well the new faces did in their first organized match. Well, in a word, they were all excellent. Eton and Sax marshaled at the back and have shown that they are capable of shoring up any of the holes left by departures this season. Nickel (Not a newcomer) played a very solid game as he always does as well so a neat back three seems to have emerged. Drew showed that he is a very skilled all-around player. His skill and willingness to play where needed is something the squad needs. He is sure with the ball and was strong at stopper…(ehh) stopping and distributing the ball well. Kutcher had a good game as well. He was keen with his passes, worked hard to get the ball, and used skill to go around players when needed. He will do wonders on the wings or in defense this season. I already touched on Lacock and Daveon (no homo) for their goals but they also played well, giving the defense trouble throughout although Lacock fell on his ass and slid several yards which was hilarious. Jared Pcholinski is a cunt. Baguet had a solid game as always but the most important part is, he didn’t break down like the 58 year old man that works with him at Shalom that looks exactly like him because of leg cramps. Overall, it was a good performance and we are now looking forward to the start of the regular season which will kick off this Sunday, May 10th (Mother’s Day) at 11:00a at the vaunted Borland Park. So, bring your mum and sturdy ankle braces so you don’t end up crippled. I leave you with some media from the game. Til' next time...
WMFC new boy Tony Kutcher sends a long ball up the pitch.
Baguet being a cunt.
New boys Drewski and Eton.
Captain and co-captain keeping the troops grounded at halftime.
Volkster absolutely disgusted that it was his turn to play keeper.
Daveon.
Tyler Lacock tying his shoes.
Match action.
West Mifflin Football Club 5 – 1 Wolfpack
Reed 15”* (1-0)
Volk 23” (2-0)
Volk 53” (3-0)
Some Guy 62” (3-1)
Lee 75” (4-1)
Lacock 86” (5-1)
*times are made up
On Tuesday night, West Mifflin Football Club traveled the short trip down the Route 51 corridor for a friendly against Championship E Division rivals Wolfpack at Elizabeth Forward High School. It was the first match action for the squad this season. Only eleven players made the trip through the rain while Bob Stinner assumed role of coach while nursing an ankle injury. The starting lineup looked like this (I think):
GK-Reed (Rotating)
Sweeper – Matt Sax
RB – Eton
LB – Nickel
Stopper– Drewski
RCM – Pcholinski
LCM – Matthew Alan Baguet
RW – Tyler
LW – Kutcher
ST – Volk
ST – Daveon
The field was mucky and resembled a huge bowl of shit. It was worse than Borland – a fact that many Blues supporters find impossible to comprehend - but I swear it, that’s the truth. It should also be noted that Chris Reed drives like a maniac. Stinner and Pcholinski both commented to me while walking to the pitch that they were thankful they were still alive for the game. Pcholinski said, “At one point we were approaching a red light and he (Reed) almost hit into the back of a truck stopped at a red light. He turned and said ‘I was just looking around.’ Crinky!” It is understandable for Reed to have a lead foot, what with his mass and everything. However, he appeared to defy gravity in the 15th minute when he nodded home WMFC’s first goal of the summer. The ball was crossed in by someone after a long corner by Baguet (I think) and just as I looked up I saw Reed’s girth tilted slightly and about one and a quarter centimeters off of the ground. Although he was not high off the ground he did really well to glance the ball into the corner. It was a very pretty goal to watch and with that it was one-nil WMFC. And so, some more shit happened here and there. WMFC really controlled the possession and the flow of the game. The passing was very good and if it weren’t for the quality of the pitch, it would have been very beautiful stuff to watch. The defense looks very solid and the communication from the eleven was good. Since I was high on Motrin and still reeling from Reed’s driving on the way in, I don’t remember how the second goal was setup. I do remember it being caught by the keeper only to see it trickle into the net. The third, however, was a beauty. Although I can not recall who started the motion, the brunt of the work was smoothly completed by Reed and Pcholinski, passing amongst themselves beautifully to and from up the middle (right/left side?) of the pitch. It ended with a lovely through-ball to the Volkster who finished with typical Volk-aplomb – a roper into the back of the net. It really was lovely and if the Blues plan on making a run for the division this season the three involved will have to play a massive part. After that move, I think they are ready. Two newcomers finished the scoring for the Blues after Some Guy picked up a consolation goal for the Wolfpack. Similar to Robin van Persie’s consolation against Man Utd in the Champions League Semi Final except the Guy didn’t score it against the biggest pack of rabid cuntbags ever to breath. F*cking twats. Anyway, Lacock found himself more open than a skank’s vag right inside the box (no pun intended) and instead of ripping his first for the Blues unselfishly slid it off to Daveon who similarly slid the ball into the net for his first. Good work between the two new boys. The fluent work amongst all of the newcomers was a welcome sight after the club lost so many familiar faces over the close-season. Lacock eventually got his first when a bunch of stuff happened that I don’t remember and he kicked the ball into the net. I apologize Tyler but I can’t remember all of the goals especially ones that are particularly as boring and nondescript as yours. No offense. Good work though. That did it for the scoring and the Blues go into the regular season this Sunday with a victory under their belts. A small sample size, yes, but better to have a ‘W’ than a stinker, no?
I am sure many are wondering about how well the new faces did in their first organized match. Well, in a word, they were all excellent. Eton and Sax marshaled at the back and have shown that they are capable of shoring up any of the holes left by departures this season. Nickel (Not a newcomer) played a very solid game as he always does as well so a neat back three seems to have emerged. Drew showed that he is a very skilled all-around player. His skill and willingness to play where needed is something the squad needs. He is sure with the ball and was strong at stopper…(ehh) stopping and distributing the ball well. Kutcher had a good game as well. He was keen with his passes, worked hard to get the ball, and used skill to go around players when needed. He will do wonders on the wings or in defense this season. I already touched on Lacock and Daveon (no homo) for their goals but they also played well, giving the defense trouble throughout although Lacock fell on his ass and slid several yards which was hilarious. Jared Pcholinski is a cunt. Baguet had a solid game as always but the most important part is, he didn’t break down like the 58 year old man that works with him at Shalom that looks exactly like him because of leg cramps. Overall, it was a good performance and we are now looking forward to the start of the regular season which will kick off this Sunday, May 10th (Mother’s Day) at 11:00a at the vaunted Borland Park. So, bring your mum and sturdy ankle braces so you don’t end up crippled. I leave you with some media from the game. Til' next time...
WMFC new boy Tony Kutcher sends a long ball up the pitch.
Baguet being a cunt.
New boys Drewski and Eton.
Captain and co-captain keeping the troops grounded at halftime.
Volkster absolutely disgusted that it was his turn to play keeper.
Daveon.
Tyler Lacock tying his shoes.
Match action.
05 May 2009
West Mifflin Football Club 2009 Schedule & Results
Alright Blues fans it is here. The 2009 schedule has been released. Mark your calendars and make sure you get out to all of the matches this year to cheer-on a much improved WMFC. They are sure to dominate their division. Check back here for the results.
May 10th 2009
West Mifflin 1-1 Dynamo 412
+1 point (1)
0-0-1
May 17th 2009
West Mifflin 0-1 Wolfpack
+1 point (2)
0-1-1
May 24th 2009
West Mifflin 5-1 Steel City United
+ 4 points (6)
1-1-1
May 31st 2009
West Mifflin 2-5 Sporting Club of Pittsburgh
+ 1 point (7)
1-2-1
June 7th 2009
West Mifflin 2-6 Internationals UPG
+ 1 point (8)
1-3-1
June 21st 2009
West Mifflin 1-2 Wolfpack
+ 1 point (9)
1-4-1
June 28th, 2009
West Mifflin 4-3 Elizabeth Forward
+ 4 points (13)
2-4-1
July 1st, 2009
West Mifflin 5-4 Elizabeth Forward
+ 1 point (14)
3-4-1
July 5th, 2009
West Mifflin Football Club 5-4 Dynamo 412
+ 4 points (18)
4-4-1
July 10th, 2009 v Indiana FC
6:30p
July 12th, 2009 - Makeup Weekend
July 19th,2009 GPSL League Semi-Finals
July 28th, 2009 GPSL League Finals
May 10th 2009
West Mifflin 1-1 Dynamo 412
+1 point (1)
0-0-1
May 17th 2009
West Mifflin 0-1 Wolfpack
+1 point (2)
0-1-1
May 24th 2009
West Mifflin 5-1 Steel City United
+ 4 points (6)
1-1-1
May 31st 2009
West Mifflin 2-5 Sporting Club of Pittsburgh
+ 1 point (7)
1-2-1
June 7th 2009
West Mifflin 2-6 Internationals UPG
+ 1 point (8)
1-3-1
June 21st 2009
West Mifflin 1-2 Wolfpack
+ 1 point (9)
1-4-1
June 28th, 2009
West Mifflin 4-3 Elizabeth Forward
+ 4 points (13)
2-4-1
July 1st, 2009
West Mifflin 5-4 Elizabeth Forward
+ 1 point (14)
3-4-1
July 5th, 2009
West Mifflin Football Club 5-4 Dynamo 412
+ 4 points (18)
4-4-1
July 10th, 2009 v Indiana FC
6:30p
July 12th, 2009 - Makeup Weekend
July 19th,2009 GPSL League Semi-Finals
July 28th, 2009 GPSL League Finals
Stinner: the definition of 'crocked'
Our first injury update of the year is a gruesome one. Bob Stinner, managing director, manager, and player, suffered a severely sprained ankle during training Sunday afternoon whilst participating in the take-back game, a drill world-renowned and made popular because of its use in practices by France in their World Cup winning year of 1998. For the one or two people on planet Earth who do not know the rules of take-back, a drill that is typically used when a team of 19 players has only seven show up to practice, a team must complete five passes before shooting or must volley the ball into the net to score. While participating in the 'take-back' game, Eton played a miraculous through-ball in the air and right up the gut of the defense for Stinner. He leaped to get a touch around the keeper but the ball was just out of reach. When he landed, he landed awkwardly and the result was one hell of sprained ankle. He says he heard it crunch and judging by the pictures below there is little evidence to suggest there weren't several million crunches.
Disgusting.
Foul.
Certainly, the definition of crocked.
So, there it is. The first injury update of the year. Stinner will almost surely miss the first game of the season on Sunday, May 10th at Borland at 11:00am. There was no indication whether or not he would be out for an extended period, although he has been instructed to complete physical therapy starting one week from today.
He is the only one that looks to be out. Other than that WMFC will have a fully-fit squad.
See you then.
Disgusting.
Foul.
Certainly, the definition of crocked.
So, there it is. The first injury update of the year. Stinner will almost surely miss the first game of the season on Sunday, May 10th at Borland at 11:00am. There was no indication whether or not he would be out for an extended period, although he has been instructed to complete physical therapy starting one week from today.
He is the only one that looks to be out. Other than that WMFC will have a fully-fit squad.
See you then.
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