Looking to build off the momentum of last week's victory, we had a tough opponent for last night's game, Fire, a team that is very difficult to beat. They are always a favorite to win the championship. Luckily for us, the best indoor soccer player in DFW (not named Bomber) was not there for them last night. Without their by-far best player, we had a more favorable match up, although it wasn't going to be an easy game by any means.
From the beginning the game was a close one. It took a few minutes of missed chances for both sides before we finally took the first lead of the game. It was nice to take the lead, but almost instantly it was erased as they scored a quick equalizer.
After a few more minutes of close soccer, a few seconds of brilliant soccer regained the lead. Watching from the bench, four of our players combined one-time passes to eventually find an open man in front of the open goal. 2-1.
With the seconds winding down, we were able to tack on a third goal on an impossible freekick by Rich. Halftime score: 3-1.
We were feeling pretty good at halftime but it was important to keep our composure and not come out slow. This was a good team and we couldn't let them feel like they were back in the game. We came out in the second half with good intensity. As the minutes wore on, they began to get more and more frustrated, resulting in us getting hit in kicked more often.
For the time being, I was doing well and keeping my cool and was able to score a couple goals of my own - nothing spectacular; just some good teamwork combined with good finishing.
With a two or three goal lead, I finally lost my cool after a good stretch of games keeping it under control. After getting hacked time and time again, the refs refused to call anything. His justification: if you stopped, i would have called it. I guess the fact that I didn't stop, but was unable to do anything with the ball was irrelevant. That, combined with the defender throwing an elbow into my chest after the play, set me off.
I fired off a barrage of obscenities and borderline racial remarks (oops!) at both the ref and the opposing player. Luckily, either they didn't understand me or they just didn't care, because I was able to just sub myself off and regain my composure.
Unfortunately for them, I did regain my composure and retaliated in the form of a line drive laser fired into the corner of their net from just inside midfield. That goal put the finishing touch on a great win for us and yet another momentum boost for our game next week against hated rival, Curb Stomp. Until then, go read something else.
-Bomber
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