Soccer Night!

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Today's score: 4 - 3 for the other lot. But we played a really strong game and we actually leading 1 - 3 for a good chunk of the game. We just had a five minute stretch where one of our less confident goalkeepers was in the net and our defence fell apart completely. But everyone still seems to be having a good time, and they're all coming along, skills-wise. Now I just have to cure them of trying to get the ball from their own teammates.

The Sweetie is taking his duties as bloke in charge of our player rotation very seriously. When I got Ros home from daycare today, he was obsessively going over tonight's line up, trying to sort it so the stronger players were well distributed, and the kids who will wreak havoc of the bad sort on the field together are kept on different lineups. He's so cute when he's organizing things.

Ros continues to be Take That obsessed, bless her. After we got home from the game, I wanted to check the score of the England v. Ukraine game before running off to my acupuncture appointment. (It had been 1 - Nil for England when I left work and then I didn't have time to check the score before we ran off to the soccer field. This resulted in the following exchange.

Me: England won!
Ros: Yay! Does Take That play for England?
Me: Um, no. They just play charity matches, kiddo. They're not that good.
Ros: Oh.

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I want to see at least part of one game. So far I've just been following the live blogging on the Guardian site, which doesn't really give you a concrete idea of how the team is actually playing.

But yes, I shall hope for a miracle and then decide who to support if they come up against your lot. ;-)

[soundofthesurf.livejournal.com]

It actually is quite the same every two years: they've got all these big names, all of that talent, three lions on their shirt but somehow there's no real energy, no drive. They're their own worst enemy and it's really disappointing. But yesterday they were just bloody awful, except for that small moment of Rooney-genius when he scored. I'd love to think that is their strategy, but I'm hoping that every two years. When I see their body language I could just whack them! Ugh...

If it helps: the amount of cheating husbands in our side is significantly lower. (Nothing to do with the fact that they are the youngest team in the tournament, honest!) *g*