Speaking of neat tricks, this is the kind of creative tactic one or two of my teammates could easily master. (I'm looking at you, Nathan. Well, you and your plateful of London broil and gravy...)
To be honest, ale, fish and chips, and meat pies probably give the English an unfair advantage in this kind of gutsy football.
God help us, though, if they ever played a friendly in Mexico...
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Showing posts with label Soccer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Soccer. Show all posts
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Just A Trick Of The Hat
In a way, it's appropriate: "kinky" and "tricks" go together like your mom and the body of work she's inspired.
(snap!)
Which explains why it feels so right that, this past Friday night, I should score three goals in my first soccer game with Team Kinky, earning myself a hat trick and our team its first win of the season.
A consistently strong defense laid the hat out, and a few perfectly-placed passes to the outside post helped me turn the trick. As they say al sur de la frontera, "GOL!"
Also, like many tricks, I had trouble walking straight the day after...
(snap!)
Which explains why it feels so right that, this past Friday night, I should score three goals in my first soccer game with Team Kinky, earning myself a hat trick and our team its first win of the season.
A consistently strong defense laid the hat out, and a few perfectly-placed passes to the outside post helped me turn the trick. As they say al sur de la frontera, "GOL!"
Also, like many tricks, I had trouble walking straight the day after...
less nightmarish or...French-looking.
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