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.
07 July 2009
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.
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