6-2 Loss to San Marino 1 goal to the captain and an own goal Captain MOM

There’s a lot going on right now, the fertile lands spring with new growth and randy birds take to the air. It’s a time of change and rebirth, I am a year older and things are out of whack. For example…

1: Our most consistent ringer is a goalie – this is surely a first.
2: Tao was yelled at more than he yelled. (apologies)
3: The argument over dinner transport took place before the match.
4: There was a referee substitution.
5: Donny Jizzface is front runner for the Nobel Peace Prize.

Despite these obstacles the Nannas put in a very solid performance against a side of young fit men with foot-skills. The first half was old school Nanna tenacity, pressing hard and not letting the opposition settle, some genius from Joel in Goal. He saved many long range screamers and then delivered a peach, by foot, to the head of the waiting captain to deflect horizontally to the corner for the Nannas only score of the match. Later that half the captain found himself, with two other Nannas and about 40 minutes of thinking time in front of the opposition goalie only to over think the entire situation and cock it up entirely.
Thankfully for us the opposition knew where the back of their own net was and demonstrated with a royal goalie brain fade.

The half time rant was about commitment to the defence and not watching the horrors unfold from the safety of the opposition half. It’s an old rant that gets wheeled out on a regular basis, but not often followed up with a targeted attack, I apologise again, it’s the pollen. Unfortunately the Nannas could not continue the performance into the second half. The opposition really upped their game and did score a couple of very nice goals. Joal must have saved at least 10 with strong hands. Chassey put in some strong bustling forays but mysteriously opted to ignore a wide-open Cocky at corner time. Andy was strong, particularly with some trade mark cross-court darts. Tao defended his positional motivation and also booked a delightful Mexican cantina for a series of meaty tacos and beers named after Brown-Smiths.

Maybe its all about Stamina – “It was tied at half time” has become something of a constant.