Soccer
Hi the lads went out and played...... Really
really well!!!!! It was a dark October night. The game
was on for 10:00 PM. The venue was difficult to find yet a handful
of hardy supporters showed up before the start of THE MATCH to do their
thing for their heroic team. The team them selves were a picture.
MEN, HARD MEN dressed in the PKS sponsored green shirts and culottes.
All but our wounded goalie sported the green, Aidan hopalong Hasset
could have won hands down at Crocodile crocodile may I cross the River!
The game started as many do , the ref was in black and the other team
in a dirty white ( for visual reference) the Hardy few were ready to
cheer and cheer they did.... Sometimes for people who weren't even playing.
But wait, excitement on the pitch, our men in skirts where heading
for their goal..... With the ball... We shoot, we score, the supports
rise in simultaneous applause and screams of congratulations....the
ref calls a foul. It was all for nothing. the score remained 0:0.
The next time the ball approached the opposition net it was a
more careful crowd that watched expectantly looking out for any infringement
that could rob us of another potential score but we were to be misled
again... They shot they scored GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL. Though the cry was
never made it being indoor soccer and the windows being of uncertain
hardiness, the thought was building in the minds of the supports. Then,
after a one man Mexican wave, it happened, a full out 12 person Mexican
wave in both direction ... TWICE!!! the score stayed 1:0 for 10
minutes. Then less than a few minutes before Half time the tables were
turned, but we couldn't see what we were doing so we turned them back.
Wishing we hadn't we witnessed a brilliant goal from the opposition.
You might say an unsavable goal. And there it ended, Or so I thought
not being used to indoor soccer and thinking that both directions must
be the same where there is no differences in terrain or awkward weather
conditions to deal with, I presumed that those 24 mins of hard
worked entertainment constituted a game. Not so it was only
half time. When our lads came back they looked just as
refreshed as they did when they started. The green was still green, and
Aidan shone brightly. We (the supporters you should have worked that
out by now) shone just as bright until a mix up and a mess of legs arms and
other body parts that I can't spell resulted in their ball going into our
net...a GOAL, We were distressed, So distressed that we stayed quite for half
a minute. Not long after that through some personal error of grave
miscarriage of justice (or then again maybe it was a foul) Archie was shown
the yellow card (we all sung happy birthday and he blew out the candles on
the cake) and we were one man down for 2 minutes. Luckily enough or rather
due to the immense skill of the other four players those two minutes didn't
result in a change of score. the supporters were trying to think up a
song they could sing in public but could never quite work out in what key to
start "come on you boys in green". We improvised though and with hearty shouts
of "score a goal" and "Get the ball" and other phrases
too technical to mention one of their men was shown a yellow card (
they could only afford one card but I think someone had brought a red
one as well). The ref was very good at ballet and sometimes we
had him climbing up the walls. Well with the opposition one man down
our green boys took advantage and before you could finish an opera had
scored two goals the score now 3:2 to us. The voices of some well
known Mexican dancer (well known in Omaha) had a distinct huskiness
from all the shouting. Now we were getting rowdy (OKAY we were
rowdy all along) We even got to know some of the names : Aidan ,Archie,Tony,John,Cambell,Maurice,Ronan(and
he sings too), Alan,Des,Brian but the tune to sing the names still alluded
us. Just when we thought we were safe. A 3:2 victory in a game
we can be proud of when another upset..... We scored another goal. Any more upset and we would be jumping
up and down in our seats. As it was we were rocking the stand somewhat.
Well with 10 seconds to go we started a countdown you know 10 ..9..8
but the ref blew his whistle with 4 seconds to go so the lads could
position themselves for the best advantage..... Who was he trying to
kid, Clock started 4..3..2..1 0....... Final score 4:2 to the
men in Green with the white skirts Helen. |