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Latest Game Report Sorry this is a little later than usual, but I've been sick as mangey dog all week with the flu and have only just stopped hallucinating The Devil in a football jersey as he laughs while foot-juggling the globs of phlegm I hack at him. Last week's game, unfortunately, was not an hallucination. Here's the wrap. OPPONENT: Aioi Kokko, nin-nens and ichi-nens. MATCH: 2 x 30 min halves. INTRO: Every great team has its bad days; the Anzacs had Gallipoli, The Black Sox had the Execrable Eight, The Beatles had Sergeant Pepper (still inexplicably overrated). So, last week, was Inter's turn to bend over and feel the abrasive thrust of capricious fate. The problem was that we were never able to get on top and, with these high school boys, if you give them a chance to settle into their endlessly drilled routines, they will cut you to pieces. 1ST HALF: We started with enthusiasm, heart and a full team. Without our usual strikers (both called to higher duties; marathon training and snowball throwing) we experimented with the Kez and Tez combination up front. It may seem bizarre to go with a striking pair who are romantically linked, but I'm sure Leeds tried it once and it didn't do them any great harm. The rest of the team was more orthodox, with the welcome addition of local, Mike. Within five minutes, we were sliced open by the left winger, who chopped it deftly to the unmarked man streaming in from the other flank. 1-0. This was followed by a remarkably similar goal, then several others which varied on the theme. People, it was ugly. By half time, we were down 5-0 and we hadn't yet managed a single shot of our own. 2ND HALF: We returned to the field in the second half
with two great advantages: we were now playing from "the scoring
end" (Tezza's call); and we still had our dignity. Both of
these rays of hope seemed to But there were bright sides. We got at least one shot
in. It missed...but you can't have it all. Also, our usual spine
of Tezza (now back in the back), Nick and Charlie all fared well
and the team as a whole played purposefully and with spirit. At
no point did heads drop and at no point did we make it easy, or
easier, for the FINAL SCORE: 10-0. MOTM: Goalie. Well, he did let in ten, but apparently he kept a few out as well...or maybe everyone just felt sorry for him for all the bending down he had to do to pick them out of the net. DOTD: Goalie. A double, of the form pioneered by the immortal Dinksy. Probably partly due to the ten goals and probably partly to the call, late in the first half, of "Will someone please mark someone! Mark a fucking spectator, I don't care, just mark someone!" In summation, it was not Inter's finest hour. Everyone worked hard, though, we just weren't at our best and we had an excellent opposition possessed of unbelievable movement and handling. On the bright side, the grand old man of Inter, Nick, pointed out that this still doesn't qualify as the worst defeat in Inter's history, so it was nice to go to the onsen with having broken that record at least. Thanks to all who played and supported. Particularly to Carla and Charlie, who had to dash from a meeting to join us, to Michael for joining us for his home game (and possibly others to come) and to Carrie and Susanne for organising the game. Hope to see you all at the next one. Details of that will follow as soon as I have them (Thom? Chris?).
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