I had a really good game earlier this evening. It was our last game before the end-of-season tournament this weekend. It went alright, we won 3-2.
I think it was the other team who scored the first goal, and it was pretty sketchy. Someone kicked it from a bit behind the center line in their half, and it went really, really high in the air. I get myself all ready to catch it, back up as far as I thought I needed to, and the bloody thing goes behind me, hits the crossbar, and bounces in. Major what-in-the-name-of-god-just-happened moment. I was disgusted, swore quite a bit after that. We ended up scoring two back in that half, though, which made me feel much better, alongside the few really great saves I managed to make.
Second half, they got in their second one on me. It was one of those where the main action is on one side of the net, and by some weird occurence one of the other team's players manages to deflect it off their foot into the other side of the net and you have no idea what happened because you thought you had it covered. Eff. This came after our third goal, though, which was similar to the first one scored against us, only it was really close to their net and one of our forwards kicked it up fairly high and it slipped in to hit the crossbar at that angle where there's nothing you can do to get it out.
I'm not exactly sure how we managed to win that, to be honest. The whole team seemed to be really off their game. The forwards, not so much, though there were too many times where there was nobody close enough for someone coming up the side to pass it to them for an opportunity. Our midfields kept crowding together at the center to get the ball away and it'd end up off to one of the opposing forwards, who'd manage to bring it in past the defence, since they weren't watching their marks too well, and they'd get in really close before I had to step up or one of the defenders managed to get something together and get the ball away. We were really out of it, didn't put enough pressure on the other players when they had the ball and we let them play with it too long and set something up, and then there's the thing with letting them get in too far. I'm not much of a shouter usually, only to call out to someone to watch this or that person or keep an eye on the center and that, but I found this time to be different, and was constantly calling to people to watch their marks better and make sure they got in front of people and to challenge the ball more, don't let it get past you, and I remember saying "Where are you up there?" to the players up in the other half because we'd have one forward going along the side without any support at all, and she'd end up getting taken over by defenders and losing the ball.
We did win, though, by some miracle. I sincerely hope we manage to clean up our act before our first game on Saturday.
Now that I'm done ranting...I did a lot better today than I've done for most of this season. I've been terribly off for a lot of our games so we haven't been doing too well. I'm glad we managed to end on a higher note this time.
I'm thinking that it might be due to lack of practice, my having not done so well. I only know one person who's at all interested in soccer and we haven't been able to arrange anything this whole summer. Thankfully we've managed to get something planned for tomorrow, though, so I can actually get some practice in before our last tournament.
I need to go to bed, it's now past 12 AM. *yawns and stretches* G'night all.