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OiFuto Dirt Saturday 1st March,
Vags vs. Hibs, 1-1
First Person, Free Verse Report by a Cheeky 'Keeper
Pregame:
Sunny, windy Saturday afternoon.
Gary talking about "Anxiety of Influence" by Bloom.
Alex holding the autobio-tome of Re'chilli's Anthony.
Graham giving the finer points of the street game Curbee.
Half our players went to the wrong Nishi Oi
due to template paste job, yeah, they almost late.
Now Bob Marley: "Oi yoi yoi, oi yoi yoi yoi, o yoi yoi yoi yoi yoi yoi yoi."
We were lacking:
Lyndsey (in Hawaii)
Simon (groin)
A-chan & Francis (Vaga burnout?)
Stevie (care for family in Brittany)
& Eric Ling (wife in hospital, badda bing).
Kick Off:
From your truly crazy keeper, the rousing "Let's tie these guys."
First half:
As is our forte, first ten-minute sexy subtlety:
Alex and Paul dinging back & forth, from left to center through the froth
of a sleepy looking Hibs back half, no chance for Hitoshi:
blistering Alex shot just above the keeper, Vags one, Hibs nashi.
From my keeper-centric perspective:
futsal training key, as John's shout to get out
rang solidy, so at the edge blocking a yabai one and one;
before, even tho called offsides, could get a hand on a Tomo lob,
but coulda done better w/ a high catchable shot, just tipped over;
once i came out and missed their forward run, our D cleared the lines:
gassho guys, zero-one for Vagabonds.
Second half:
All that body healing, weight training, yoga & massages paid off
yet it was really our whole team digging in, hats off.
The Hibs were waking and taking it to us, but other than one
dangerous side cracker shot saved with my diving left tit
it seemed like we could win as Nao, Chris, Graham, Paul! & Ged held
& occasional dashes forth by John & Alex seemed potential.
The corners were coming in fast and heavy, and from one of these
from twenty five yards out, a smashing, killer volley, left me on my heels
& Graham on a height diet, could only head it in our corner net, my bad.
From then it was Ged's toxic invective that made us fight harder
(but against us or against them is ponderable).
In spite of playing better than usual, i still should have caught a cross
but punched it...i could hear somebody say "my grandma could punch harder"
& realized to my dismay, it was my own mate!
With power and funky bounces, a few shots were dangerously, uhm, right to me.
Out another of their corners, managed to make a low, point blank save with legs,
only for the rebound to be found, booted & bound off the bar, ah, third hand!
A grungy, physical, verbal go in "old" Vagabond mode which may well bode
if we keep this up, we'll stay up in this division & then some.
Report by Taylor Mignon
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