West Mifflin FC 3-0 Wexford FC
Vargo; Kutscher, Gasparovic, Kufen, Etan; Baguet, Gauss, Pcholinski, Reed; Volk, Stinner
Subs: Hruska, Renner, Degerolamo, Cyr, Lee, Kidd, Hasson,
1-0 Reed (12)
2-0 Stinner (17)
3-0 Stinner (20)
*game called after about 25 minutes
Welp, nothing to see here. The glorious return of Jonathan Renner from a season off serving our country ended before it got started. A sprint down the right was all he managed to get in before the match prematurely came to an end. Wexford arrived at Borland Park with only seven players and the outcome was nothing short of what you would expect. West Mifflin FC, hardened by years of down-four-player ass kickings, trotted all eleven starters onto the pitch. Despite the win, WMFC may reconsider having a practice or two before the end of the season. It's not worth recounting the entire match, but let's just say the score should have been significantly more lopsided than 3-0. Too many sitters were pushed high, wide, and not at all handsome, for management to not be concerned.
For the record, Reed had a very nice diving header that found its way between the keeper and the post. Stinner finished the scoring with two easy tap ins to bring his goal total to four on the season, all of them coming in the last two games. Other than that there is little to talk about...other than Vargo taking off his gloves mid-play and Drew sending a SKYBOMB over the netting and into the vast forest surrounding the environmentally friendly Borland Park.
So, West Mifflin continue their good run into the Fourth of July break. They go into the holiday week atop the GPSL South Division table with three more games played than Sporting Club of Pittsburgh. That said, they could be bumped down by the time they play next. The Blues next game is July 11th against Wheeling FC.
Stay tuned for a special WMFC Report this weekend...maybe.
28 June 2010
21 June 2010
West Mifflin continues good form with victory on back of Stinner's brace (tee hee, back of brace...GET IT?)
West Mifflin FC 4-1 Wolfpack
Vargo; Kutscher, Gasparovic, Kufen, Dalibor; Baguet, Gauss, Pcholinski, Reed; Volk, Stinner
Subs: Hruska, Lee, Degerolamo, Lacock, Nickel, Pasternak
1-0 Lee (27)
1-1 Some guy (39)
2-1 Stinner (54)
3-1 lolllllol (62)
4-1 Stinner (74)
* all times are made up
Some guy - Yellow Card (34)
Sometimes a player puts in a performance that is so skillful, so unbelievable, so...master class that it is damn near indescribable. The graceful display of marksmanship executed by none other than Bob Stinner this past weekend at Borland Park was one of those performances. If WMFC's Wikipedia page were still up it would most assuredly already have several paragraphs describing the performance.
Let us start at the beginning, though.
It was hot and humid at the arid Borland Park - the craters were particularly roaring and the grass was approaching half a foot in height. The game kicked off a little late due to a venue discrepancy but that didn't stop West Mifflin from putting the pressure on early. About five minutes in, Baguet played a lovely ball over the defense and into the path of Stinner who chased it towards the corner. His first touch was a low cross from his left foot. The cross was right in the middle of the box but no blue shirts were there to get a foot on it. West Mifflin enjoyed most of the ball in the opening half, knocking it around well and possessing it with aplomb. When they did lose the ball it seemed as though one of either Gauss or Bradaric was there to reclaim it.
Now, Gauss is known around the GPSL as having some of the best ball control skills in the league. However, it was when Gauss had received the ball on the right side when the entire park was shaken to its core. Everyone heard it. It was chilling. Small children in the crowd began to cry; dogs began to bark ravenously; fans went running to their cars; and Gauss temporarily lost control of the ball.
This is what the capacity crowd heard and after the recent spate of Sandpeople attacks in the area there was some concern. In actuality, it was Chris Reed shrieking for a cross:
What happened next is nothing short of hysterical. Gauss, who must have injected steroids into his right foot earlier in the day because all of his passes were hit six light-years too far, sent a cross over the area towards the touchline. Reed stammered backwards, trying desperately to get a head on it to send it back across the box. In his effort, the bulky winger dove backwards. Now, let me paint this picture for you: this man who is every ounce of 200 lbs, dove fucking backwards to try and head a ball somewhere near the goal. It was amazing. That giant lummox in the air and parallel with the sandpaper pitch was a sight to see. Eventually, he landed on his backside with a thud just before his head slammed into the ground. A shower of laughter ensued followed by a tremor that sent Manhattan cascading into mainland New York and central and southern Florida tearing from the panhandle. Oh yeah, the ball went right on out of play for a goal kick.
Around the 20th minute, Baguet sprung through the middle of the park with Degerolamo and Stinner on his flanks. He let fly a shot that challenged the keeper well, but a quick reaction sent the ball toward the touchline. Degerolamo tracked it down and found himself at a tight angle with Baguet and Stinner as wide open as Lake Winnibigoshish (Google it) in the middle. Instead of feeding one of them for the easy goal, he had to try to be an opportunistic snake (like he is in CoD) and shoot. The goalie had no trouble saving the feeble shot.
Seven minutes later, the Blues took the lead on Lee's second of the season. Baguet had the ball near the top of the area and had a triangle with Lee and Stinner. Stinner had been calling for the ball but I guess Matthew Alan thinks he's too good to pass him the ball. Finally, Stinner snapped "Come on!". Baguet gave a shitty and disgusted look and gave him the ball. Stinner gave it right back to Baguet who I think passed it up to Lee who dribbled around two defenders and unleashed the most unapologetic toe-ball of all time. The keeper didn't know what the hell to do as the ball rifled past him on the ground and into the net.
Twelve minutes later, Wolfpack equalized. Something, something, something...they got down the left side, crossed it in...Vargo had no chance annnnd...1-1. Also, Volk unleashed a skybomb over the fence and that was pretty much that for the first half.
For a team that has been criticized by the imaginary media as being a first half team only, the Blues came out with some serious panache in the second half; threatening the Wolfpack goal from the start. The half began with a perfect tap by Stinner and kept rolling from there. Volk smashed a header just wide on a day when nothing would fall for him. Gauss rocketed several shots towards goal and had two headers sail sharply around the posts. At one point, Stinner found himself on the right side all alone while the ball was on the opposite side of the pitch. He shouted for it as Bradaric juked a defender. He looked up and sent a perfect pass to Stinner's foot. Stinner controlled the ball as Volk cut across his defender. Stinner played him in with the outside of his right foot. Volk controlled and only had half a step of space to put a shot on and sent it wide. My explanation does not give the workings of that play justice. It was nice.
On 54 minutes, the deadlock was broken. How this goal was scored can be described in no other way than miraculous. To begin, Chris reed juked (an action that flies in the face of his girth) around a defender and spotted Stinner making an unabated run into the area. The ball soared so high into the air that its trajectory resembled the Arch of St. Louis. Stinner timed his jump perfectly and got his head (!) on the ball and sent it back across the keeper and into the side netting. The park was stunned. Stinner wheeled away in celebration but the only thing he could utter was 'Oh my God." There were cheers from on and off the pitch but they all carried an inquisitive tone because no one in the park thought Stinner knew it was legal to head the ball. Said Pcholinski:
The defeated Wolfpack defender muttered:
The shock of the goal and how it came about was so great that Matthew Alan suffered a small stroke. He took himself off afterward and went to the locker room with the physio. We hope it isn't anything serious and that he’s good to go next week.
Like I mentioned at the start: indescribably magical. Even legends need to be subbed off every once in a while, so Stinner came off and Degerolamo went on. He would be the next to strike. Lacock, who had a solid game on the right side of midfield, barreled down the sideline, and after several challenges sent in a shot which the goalie parried right into the path of Degerolamo who netted his second of the 2010 campaign. This may or may not have been how this goal happened. I wasn't paying any attention when it went in. That made it 3-1.
Even though the Blues had surfeit more chances, they would only manage one more goal. A ball was played by a midfielder (Gauss? Pcholinski?) and found Stinner in stride and in alone on the keeper. Hruska and Lee were on his flank. Most of the Wolfpack defenders gave up on the play, thinking it was offside and no one knows what the hell the keeper was doing. He moved to the opposite side from which Stinner was attacking, raised his hands in the air and did a little jig dance. So dumbfounded was Stinner that instead of trying to send a pass across to Hruska or Lee and inevitably fucking everything up, he sent a side footed shot into the right corner, nearly clanging it off the post. He did well though and collected his brace.
So, a particularly boring match for the defense and Vargo. It's a shame that Vargo didn't get a clean sheet but the defense was stellar yet again. The team as a whole is playing very well. The victory on Sunday shot WMFC back to first place in the GPSL South with 19 points, albeit with two more games played than second place Sporting Club of Pittsburgh with 16 points.
Next week West Mifflin takes on Wexford FC at Borland Park at 12:00p. Hope to see you there!
Vargo; Kutscher, Gasparovic, Kufen, Dalibor; Baguet, Gauss, Pcholinski, Reed; Volk, Stinner
Subs: Hruska, Lee, Degerolamo, Lacock, Nickel, Pasternak
1-0 Lee (27)
1-1 Some guy (39)
2-1 Stinner (54)
3-1 lolllllol (62)
4-1 Stinner (74)
* all times are made up
Some guy - Yellow Card (34)
Sometimes a player puts in a performance that is so skillful, so unbelievable, so...master class that it is damn near indescribable. The graceful display of marksmanship executed by none other than Bob Stinner this past weekend at Borland Park was one of those performances. If WMFC's Wikipedia page were still up it would most assuredly already have several paragraphs describing the performance.
Let us start at the beginning, though.
It was hot and humid at the arid Borland Park - the craters were particularly roaring and the grass was approaching half a foot in height. The game kicked off a little late due to a venue discrepancy but that didn't stop West Mifflin from putting the pressure on early. About five minutes in, Baguet played a lovely ball over the defense and into the path of Stinner who chased it towards the corner. His first touch was a low cross from his left foot. The cross was right in the middle of the box but no blue shirts were there to get a foot on it. West Mifflin enjoyed most of the ball in the opening half, knocking it around well and possessing it with aplomb. When they did lose the ball it seemed as though one of either Gauss or Bradaric was there to reclaim it.
Now, Gauss is known around the GPSL as having some of the best ball control skills in the league. However, it was when Gauss had received the ball on the right side when the entire park was shaken to its core. Everyone heard it. It was chilling. Small children in the crowd began to cry; dogs began to bark ravenously; fans went running to their cars; and Gauss temporarily lost control of the ball.
This is what the capacity crowd heard and after the recent spate of Sandpeople attacks in the area there was some concern. In actuality, it was Chris Reed shrieking for a cross:
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What happened next is nothing short of hysterical. Gauss, who must have injected steroids into his right foot earlier in the day because all of his passes were hit six light-years too far, sent a cross over the area towards the touchline. Reed stammered backwards, trying desperately to get a head on it to send it back across the box. In his effort, the bulky winger dove backwards. Now, let me paint this picture for you: this man who is every ounce of 200 lbs, dove fucking backwards to try and head a ball somewhere near the goal. It was amazing. That giant lummox in the air and parallel with the sandpaper pitch was a sight to see. Eventually, he landed on his backside with a thud just before his head slammed into the ground. A shower of laughter ensued followed by a tremor that sent Manhattan cascading into mainland New York and central and southern Florida tearing from the panhandle. Oh yeah, the ball went right on out of play for a goal kick.
Around the 20th minute, Baguet sprung through the middle of the park with Degerolamo and Stinner on his flanks. He let fly a shot that challenged the keeper well, but a quick reaction sent the ball toward the touchline. Degerolamo tracked it down and found himself at a tight angle with Baguet and Stinner as wide open as Lake Winnibigoshish (Google it) in the middle. Instead of feeding one of them for the easy goal, he had to try to be an opportunistic snake (like he is in CoD) and shoot. The goalie had no trouble saving the feeble shot.
Seven minutes later, the Blues took the lead on Lee's second of the season. Baguet had the ball near the top of the area and had a triangle with Lee and Stinner. Stinner had been calling for the ball but I guess Matthew Alan thinks he's too good to pass him the ball. Finally, Stinner snapped "Come on!". Baguet gave a shitty and disgusted look and gave him the ball. Stinner gave it right back to Baguet who I think passed it up to Lee who dribbled around two defenders and unleashed the most unapologetic toe-ball of all time. The keeper didn't know what the hell to do as the ball rifled past him on the ground and into the net.
Twelve minutes later, Wolfpack equalized. Something, something, something...they got down the left side, crossed it in...Vargo had no chance annnnd...1-1. Also, Volk unleashed a skybomb over the fence and that was pretty much that for the first half.
For a team that has been criticized by the imaginary media as being a first half team only, the Blues came out with some serious panache in the second half; threatening the Wolfpack goal from the start. The half began with a perfect tap by Stinner and kept rolling from there. Volk smashed a header just wide on a day when nothing would fall for him. Gauss rocketed several shots towards goal and had two headers sail sharply around the posts. At one point, Stinner found himself on the right side all alone while the ball was on the opposite side of the pitch. He shouted for it as Bradaric juked a defender. He looked up and sent a perfect pass to Stinner's foot. Stinner controlled the ball as Volk cut across his defender. Stinner played him in with the outside of his right foot. Volk controlled and only had half a step of space to put a shot on and sent it wide. My explanation does not give the workings of that play justice. It was nice.
On 54 minutes, the deadlock was broken. How this goal was scored can be described in no other way than miraculous. To begin, Chris reed juked (an action that flies in the face of his girth) around a defender and spotted Stinner making an unabated run into the area. The ball soared so high into the air that its trajectory resembled the Arch of St. Louis. Stinner timed his jump perfectly and got his head (!) on the ball and sent it back across the keeper and into the side netting. The park was stunned. Stinner wheeled away in celebration but the only thing he could utter was 'Oh my God." There were cheers from on and off the pitch but they all carried an inquisitive tone because no one in the park thought Stinner knew it was legal to head the ball. Said Pcholinski:
When we have our one practice a year the dude doesn't head the ball. He'd rather jump up and flick his foot behind him and try to kick it than head it. I don't understand it.
The defeated Wolfpack defender muttered:
I watched the lanky shit warm up and every time a cross was sent in towards him the fucker would catch the ball and throw it back to the guy taking the kick! Bollocks!
The shock of the goal and how it came about was so great that Matthew Alan suffered a small stroke. He took himself off afterward and went to the locker room with the physio. We hope it isn't anything serious and that he’s good to go next week.
Like I mentioned at the start: indescribably magical. Even legends need to be subbed off every once in a while, so Stinner came off and Degerolamo went on. He would be the next to strike. Lacock, who had a solid game on the right side of midfield, barreled down the sideline, and after several challenges sent in a shot which the goalie parried right into the path of Degerolamo who netted his second of the 2010 campaign. This may or may not have been how this goal happened. I wasn't paying any attention when it went in. That made it 3-1.
Even though the Blues had surfeit more chances, they would only manage one more goal. A ball was played by a midfielder (Gauss? Pcholinski?) and found Stinner in stride and in alone on the keeper. Hruska and Lee were on his flank. Most of the Wolfpack defenders gave up on the play, thinking it was offside and no one knows what the hell the keeper was doing. He moved to the opposite side from which Stinner was attacking, raised his hands in the air and did a little jig dance. So dumbfounded was Stinner that instead of trying to send a pass across to Hruska or Lee and inevitably fucking everything up, he sent a side footed shot into the right corner, nearly clanging it off the post. He did well though and collected his brace.
So, a particularly boring match for the defense and Vargo. It's a shame that Vargo didn't get a clean sheet but the defense was stellar yet again. The team as a whole is playing very well. The victory on Sunday shot WMFC back to first place in the GPSL South with 19 points, albeit with two more games played than second place Sporting Club of Pittsburgh with 16 points.
Next week West Mifflin takes on Wexford FC at Borland Park at 12:00p. Hope to see you there!
14 June 2010
West Mifflin wins hard-fought affair, 1-0
West Mifflin FC 1-0 Pittmandu FC
Vargo; Kutscher, Gasparovic, Pasternak, Kufen; Baguet, Gauss, Pcholinski, Hasson; Volk, Stinner
Subs: Lacock, Hruska, Lee, Cyr
1-0 Volk (60)
Pasternak - Yellow card (71)
As of late, WMFC has come under scrutiny that they’re unable to win close games. Strange criticism from the media considering the Blues have not been involved in any close games...stranger still because there is no media coverage of GPSL teams. If there was media coverage the papers would have had a field day with this one. Chance after chance went begging either wide right, wide left, or over the bar. It was also the first game in which Stinner and Matthew Alan were on the pitch at the same time after the public dispute between the two regarding Baguet's drunken absence from the Blues only loss so far this season. It was a little edgy at first as Baguet had been guzzling hick-jizz the night before and had stains on his jersey and trunks to prove it.
There was also some worry about numbers as the Blues were without Reed in the midfield, Nickel and Dalibor at the back, and lolllllol in attack…that’s pretty wack and Daveon is black. Give me a record deal now. On a side note, Degerolamo recently got engaged. Coincidentally, he went to Jared (Pcholinski) for the ring...it was a GRENADA pin. West Mifflin were expecting to have only 13 players but a few players passed last minute fitness tests and were able to play. Trevor Kidd was a different story, however - he just decided to not show up.
The first half was largely uneventful thanks, in part, to several poor refereeing decisions. The most egregious was on Stinner. Hasson made a run down the right side and Stinner instinctively made his way down the left, looking for the cross. It was clear as day that Hasson was out in front with the ball. On the other side of the field, Stinner was behind the last defender but still behind Hasson who looked for the cross. Hasson sent the ball in and by this point, several defenders had recovered. The ball bounced in front of the defender and found its way to Stinner who controlled masterfully. Just as he was lining up to put a shot on goal, the whistle went for...offsides!? It was a god awful decision but one GPSL players have come to expect. The only other real chance for West Mifflin came from a corner. After the ball bounced around the box for eight or so years, it landed, according to Kufen, six inches from the goal line. Legs flailed, arms swung around, goalies queefed. Despite all of that motion and force, none of them were able to put the ball into the net.
Later in the first half, a sign of things tocunt come, if you will. Stinner, recently subbed back on was readying himself in the box for what had to have been West Mifflin's sixth corner of the half. He turned to position himself for a rebound and was body checked by Pittmandu's lummox of a sweeper. Stinner turned and gave a quizzical look and asked, kindly 'what the fuck is wrong with you?' The ogre grunted, "you just did the same to me a second ago." To which Stinner replied, 'from the bench?' Frustration? Possibly. The objective observer would probably say that the guy was a cunt. This sort of frustration, eh no...cuntiness? eh, no not quite it either...cuntsration, yes, cuntstration seems a good word, carried over into the second half.
Halftime gave the boys a lift and they came out charged for the second half. They had several breaks in the first ten minutes resulting in several good chances. Finally, after yet another West Mifflin break down the right side, the Blues finally broke the deadlock. I don't remember how it got there exactly but Volk ran onto the ball after some ping-ponging in the box and shouldered it into the net. It wasn't pretty but it gave the Blues (ironically wearing white) the lead. After that the floodgate of chances was opened. Baguet, Lee, Volk, Gauss, Cyr, Pcholinski and Stinner ALL had chances in the second half. Stinner, Kutscher and Cyr played some nice triangle stuff along the touchline. Stinner knocked it to Kutscher who plopped it over for Cyr who played it to Stinner who chipped it back to Cyr...or something like that but there was good play like that throughout the second half.
Volk received a pass from Gasparovic (who's head seemed to still be on that backwards K in his last softball at bat throughout the game) between midfield and the 18 yard box. He had Stinner to his left and nothing but open field to his right. He turned and lasered a beautiful pass to Baguet on the right side who also had Daveon alongside him. Baguet hiccuped a semen bubble and missed the net. Another chance wasted. Daveon had two marvelous chances; one he tried to slide past the keeper nearside but it went wide and into the side panel for a goal kick and another in which a perfect cross was sent right to his head, perfectly placed only to see him pike it over the fence, down the hill and into Duquesne. There was debate about calling the miss a skybomb but the stat keepers relented and gave Lee a break. Personally, I wouldn't have.
That did it for the footballing side of things. I don't feel like rehashing the other team's chances. The only other item worth mentioning was Etan's yellow card. I wasn't able to see exactly what happened but it looked to me like Etan and the defender went for the ball, the ball wasn't there anymore, and Etan's studs went into the other player. I had a bad view of it so I will take closer observers’ word that it was a worthy yellow card. Etan accepted it and jogged back into position for the ensuing free kick. The player was fine and everyone was ready to continue to play. Suddenly, the cries began like alley cats whining for food. Every little nip or grazing was reason for the opposition to complain. It was ridiculous. Then, one of them executed the most horrendous dive I have ever seen. Cyr went into a challenge with his usual gusto. He got the ball and his shoulder got into the player. It was your typical football challenge. The turd was a foot taller than Cyr. He took the impact, noticed that he lost possession and then flailed his arms into the air, his feet curled up as he jumped into the air and stuck his chest out and flopped onto the ground, all while yelping "ahhh!". A free kick was given to Eva Peron for her performance. What made this all the worse is later on, Kutscher, who at times can be wild but by no means malicious, went into claim a 50/50 ball and clattered into another player. The ball was out of play and the forward was okay but Kutscher was down and shaken up. Some smart ass muttered 'you should be hurt after that'. What kind of a douche says something like that? I know what kind. A douche that is not good and not winning. With that, I end my match report.
West Mifflin moved back into first in the league table, albeit with two more games played than Sporting Club of Pittsburgh who hasn't lost yet and is currently in 3rd. West Mifflin's next game is Sunday at 2:00p at Borland against Wolfpack. See you then.
Vargo; Kutscher, Gasparovic, Pasternak, Kufen; Baguet, Gauss, Pcholinski, Hasson; Volk, Stinner
Subs: Lacock, Hruska, Lee, Cyr
1-0 Volk (60)
Pasternak - Yellow card (71)
As of late, WMFC has come under scrutiny that they’re unable to win close games. Strange criticism from the media considering the Blues have not been involved in any close games...stranger still because there is no media coverage of GPSL teams. If there was media coverage the papers would have had a field day with this one. Chance after chance went begging either wide right, wide left, or over the bar. It was also the first game in which Stinner and Matthew Alan were on the pitch at the same time after the public dispute between the two regarding Baguet's drunken absence from the Blues only loss so far this season. It was a little edgy at first as Baguet had been guzzling hick-jizz the night before and had stains on his jersey and trunks to prove it.
There was also some worry about numbers as the Blues were without Reed in the midfield, Nickel and Dalibor at the back, and lolllllol in attack…that’s pretty wack and Daveon is black. Give me a record deal now. On a side note, Degerolamo recently got engaged. Coincidentally, he went to Jared (Pcholinski) for the ring...it was a GRENADA pin. West Mifflin were expecting to have only 13 players but a few players passed last minute fitness tests and were able to play. Trevor Kidd was a different story, however - he just decided to not show up.
The first half was largely uneventful thanks, in part, to several poor refereeing decisions. The most egregious was on Stinner. Hasson made a run down the right side and Stinner instinctively made his way down the left, looking for the cross. It was clear as day that Hasson was out in front with the ball. On the other side of the field, Stinner was behind the last defender but still behind Hasson who looked for the cross. Hasson sent the ball in and by this point, several defenders had recovered. The ball bounced in front of the defender and found its way to Stinner who controlled masterfully. Just as he was lining up to put a shot on goal, the whistle went for...offsides!? It was a god awful decision but one GPSL players have come to expect. The only other real chance for West Mifflin came from a corner. After the ball bounced around the box for eight or so years, it landed, according to Kufen, six inches from the goal line. Legs flailed, arms swung around, goalies queefed. Despite all of that motion and force, none of them were able to put the ball into the net.
Later in the first half, a sign of things to
Halftime gave the boys a lift and they came out charged for the second half. They had several breaks in the first ten minutes resulting in several good chances. Finally, after yet another West Mifflin break down the right side, the Blues finally broke the deadlock. I don't remember how it got there exactly but Volk ran onto the ball after some ping-ponging in the box and shouldered it into the net. It wasn't pretty but it gave the Blues (ironically wearing white) the lead. After that the floodgate of chances was opened. Baguet, Lee, Volk, Gauss, Cyr, Pcholinski and Stinner ALL had chances in the second half. Stinner, Kutscher and Cyr played some nice triangle stuff along the touchline. Stinner knocked it to Kutscher who plopped it over for Cyr who played it to Stinner who chipped it back to Cyr...or something like that but there was good play like that throughout the second half.
Volk received a pass from Gasparovic (who's head seemed to still be on that backwards K in his last softball at bat throughout the game) between midfield and the 18 yard box. He had Stinner to his left and nothing but open field to his right. He turned and lasered a beautiful pass to Baguet on the right side who also had Daveon alongside him. Baguet hiccuped a semen bubble and missed the net. Another chance wasted. Daveon had two marvelous chances; one he tried to slide past the keeper nearside but it went wide and into the side panel for a goal kick and another in which a perfect cross was sent right to his head, perfectly placed only to see him pike it over the fence, down the hill and into Duquesne. There was debate about calling the miss a skybomb but the stat keepers relented and gave Lee a break. Personally, I wouldn't have.
That did it for the footballing side of things. I don't feel like rehashing the other team's chances. The only other item worth mentioning was Etan's yellow card. I wasn't able to see exactly what happened but it looked to me like Etan and the defender went for the ball, the ball wasn't there anymore, and Etan's studs went into the other player. I had a bad view of it so I will take closer observers’ word that it was a worthy yellow card. Etan accepted it and jogged back into position for the ensuing free kick. The player was fine and everyone was ready to continue to play. Suddenly, the cries began like alley cats whining for food. Every little nip or grazing was reason for the opposition to complain. It was ridiculous. Then, one of them executed the most horrendous dive I have ever seen. Cyr went into a challenge with his usual gusto. He got the ball and his shoulder got into the player. It was your typical football challenge. The turd was a foot taller than Cyr. He took the impact, noticed that he lost possession and then flailed his arms into the air, his feet curled up as he jumped into the air and stuck his chest out and flopped onto the ground, all while yelping "ahhh!". A free kick was given to Eva Peron for her performance. What made this all the worse is later on, Kutscher, who at times can be wild but by no means malicious, went into claim a 50/50 ball and clattered into another player. The ball was out of play and the forward was okay but Kutscher was down and shaken up. Some smart ass muttered 'you should be hurt after that'. What kind of a douche says something like that? I know what kind. A douche that is not good and not winning. With that, I end my match report.
West Mifflin moved back into first in the league table, albeit with two more games played than Sporting Club of Pittsburgh who hasn't lost yet and is currently in 3rd. West Mifflin's next game is Sunday at 2:00p at Borland against Wolfpack. See you then.
09 June 2010
West Mifflin earn draw in top of the table clash
Century V White 1-1 West Mifflin
Vargo; Kutscher, Gasparovic, Kufen, Bradaric; Baguet, Gauss, Pcholinski, Someone; Volk, Nick
Subs: Everyone else that was there
1-0 Gauss (At some point during the game)
1-1 Turd (At some other point in the game)
Baguet sent a cross in from a corner and Gauss-man headed it in! Then, a little bit later, Century V put in the equalizer on a free kick.
West Mifflin's next match is this Sunday at home against Pittmandu FC at 10:00a.
See you all then!
Vargo; Kutscher, Gasparovic, Kufen, Bradaric; Baguet, Gauss, Pcholinski, Someone; Volk, Nick
Subs: Everyone else that was there
1-0 Gauss (At some point during the game)
1-1 Turd (At some other point in the game)
Baguet sent a cross in from a corner and Gauss-man headed it in! Then, a little bit later, Century V put in the equalizer on a free kick.
West Mifflin's next match is this Sunday at home against Pittmandu FC at 10:00a.
See you all then!
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