The track was sticky, rough but ready. Marist looked mean
and well kitted out in matching gear. Their training drills and organisation
was on display and they looked like a team and a half. Little did we know that
that half was going to leave it’s mark later on. The weather had done it’s best
to unravel our run but fortunately the elements had abated to give the pitch a
few days to go from sodden to tacky. The sun made up for the chill in the air
and uncharacteristically the wind was down to a mild swirl.
The tone of the match was set when Marist placed 10 men
behind the ball and our defence got to pick their noses while the midfield and
forwards played in the muck. From the sideline, we could see how effective
Heath and Lloyd were in the middle. The opposition spent much of the time
without the pill and chasing their shadows. But for all the forays forward it
took about15 minutes before Tom sashayed up the left flank and dropped in a
sharp flat cross which was met by Carrick(?) who clipped the ball into the back
of the net with ease.
Lloyd steamrolled through the centre of the pitch, all the
way to the penalty area. It was a continuation of his strong performance and he
faked a pass to me and knocked the ball in behind the last defender. The he
muscled in behind, holding me off, to take the shot which was straight at the
hapless keeper. It ricocheted off the keepers chest and just beyond the nearby
Stallions. Lloyd’s play so far this year really deserves a goal and this was a
guilt edged chance so expect him to be fired up again to get off his duck.
Panda made his 2013 appearance and didn’t disappoint.
Several solid pieces of play and some tricky bits of skill to stupefy the Marist
defence. One such move saw him glide past 2 defenders, left then right only to
get his left/right brain muddled and he collapsed in a twisted heap on top of
the ball. Still, with some fitness you could imagine yet another attacking
option for the Stallions coming to the fore.
It was evident that there were a few too many flicks and
hopeful touches rather than firm passes and a lot of possession was squandered,
much to Marist’s relief. The consolation was that every time we turned the ball
over it came straight back to us and when you have possession of nearly 70% you
can afford to lose a bit of it. Gus and Carrick were gainfully employed getting
a fair share of the ball but it was difficult to play in the mud and congestion
and still be able test the keeper. That said, there was enough heat on the
keeper to suggest doubts on his competence. Another run along the baseline from
Tom and a cross struck hard into the danger zone resulted in an own goal to the
Marist but you could tell Tom would be adding to his Fantasy points tally in
this game.
Interestingly, you could count the fleeting attacks by
Marist on one hand during the first half yet at least three of them resulted in
shots of sorts. Wayward as the shooting was, it did offer a glimmer of
potential for them but you couldn’t call it much more than a small sparkle. The
best through ball they got was a possible back pass from Paul but ultimately
they had little to offer once they hit the final third. Dan had one high shot to deal with but it was
a fairly simple half when all is said and done. It looked likely that the
Defence and Midfield were likely to prosper from a clean sheet. Tangi was a colossus
in the backline providing real backbone and distribution when the ball appeared
in our half.
Though the opposition looked meek in all positions it was
their centre midfield threesome that showed some ability. The Argentine looked
sharp and skilful but beating our players in his defensive third was never
really going to help them much. The two shorter chaps also had some promise but
dropping a striker back to the midfield meant that even when they had short
periods of possession there was no one to pass it on to as their wide halves
disappeared into the ether. I’m sure that Joe and Paul felt lonely out wide
with little to do but get cold and bored.
On the turn at halftime, the conversation was pretty
positive with a hint of frustration at the scoreboard but it was hard to fault
the general play in the slippery conditions. Certainly the endeavour was there
and you can’t argue with the relative ease with which the goals came.
The second half saw more play down the right flank with
Patrick, Krip and Carrick linking up on numerous occasions along with the odd
massive punt from Dan with all moves creating real threats. Gus and Paddy linked
up resulting in each of them scoring and assisting the other. Tom also managed
to benefit from play on the other flank which saw him cap off another strong
performance with yet another goal.
This half proved to be a little more free flowing with
Marist making a little more endeavour but in the main, the more they extended
forward the more pressure they faced when they lost the ball. We saw more entertaining
linking play from the backline with Krip and Joe, Paul and Aaron moving the
ball about, largely without fuss. One particular moment comes to mind when the
ball was gracefully played about before Aaron tried to thread a pass though the
midfield only to lay it onto one of the vertically challenged Marist players.
Aaron to his credit saw fit to atone for the pass by attempting a tackle, only
to be beaten yet he managed to turn, chase and hack the player down. A yellow
card offence. The groans where audible from all quarters, yet asking the ref to
send him off seemed most unlikely. The resulting free-kick has seen great
interest on the Blog, both from the application of rules (or lack thereof) and
the heated exchange that seems to have resulted in the allocation of Pony. I
will let the relative inconsistencies of Pony allocation speak for themselves
and would suggest that speaking one’s mind pales in comparison to common
assault.
Gus made an inspiring move into the Marist goal-box only to
be chopped down like an unwanted rats-tail yet the ref was looking elsewhere and
the formality of a penalty was lost. The irony was as Gus lay on the ground, on
top of the ball, he was called for deliberate handball. A yellow card offense. Gus
also collected a beauty of a through ball from Carrick, delightfully played
into space, but from 7 yards he blazed the ball past the far post (if only
just).
Carrick was also the beneficiary of a lovely piece of play that involved 7 players, stretching the ball from the right side of the defense to the middle, back to the left defense, back across to the rightside. Then a huge cross field ball to Panda's shin back to Paddy (or Tom) who crossed the ball onto Carrick's forehead and it just whisked passed the far post. Simply entertaining classy footy.
By this time the opposition was feeling a bit bitter and
vented at most opportunities, be it the ref, the nearest play or a loose leg.
By rights they had little to complain about. Yes some of the calls could have
gone their way but the result looks to have flattered them, the pitch reigned
in the scoreline and the bit of magic by the half pint was perhaps the most
gifted individual move in the match. This move saw the little fella collect the
ball 10 metres out of the penalty area, jinking and skipping he managed to
evade 4 would be defenders, making it to inside the penalty area before opening
out and slotting the ball inside the far post. Admittedly the fear of cutting
him down perhaps enabled him to get as far as he did but anyone pulling that
off deserves some credit. The biggest surprise was that Aaron “the hatchet” was
one of those 4 so perhaps 'the earlier injustice was served.
A tricky call as it was a good all round team performance but in the end MVPs do stand out: Tom (3) not for any particular moment more for yet
another high performance game. He is often the crucial contributor in the attacking third. Tangihaere (2) his pure muscle stunted any attack
that came his way. It was just the sort of performance we will need this
weekend. And Carrick (1) for tireless work up front and some silky passes which
will get us goals as the season continues. Stallion: Tom. The Stallion moment
was discussed in the pub and hasn't made it to the media as yet. Another
contender would have to be Lloyd’s 2 forays from halfway for at least 30
metres, toying with the Marist players with ease. I thought this was pure magic
for a midfielder. As for Pony, the selectors chose me, Tim. However hard done
by, non attendance at the pub comes at a cost, it’s a lesson. Pony is firstly
about fallibility and secondly about avoidance. If you fall into the first
category, you need to have an avoidance strategy and that starts by getting
your ass down to the pub. And as I get the last word as far as the match report
goes I would suggest options Pony is amongst the following options:
- Tim: for the heated debate over the rules of the game (see Blog)
- Aaron: for the ferocious attack from behind on the smallest player on the pitch and at the second attempt.
- Lloyd: choking from 6 yards after a sizzling run of 30 metres instead of passing to a free player or leaving it to a striker.
- Gus: for choking from 7 yards after Carrick’s beautiful through ball
- Rauru: for creative umpiring decisions.
- Rauru: for dismissing the certain penalty when Gus was cut down in the opposition goal box.
- Panda: as much said in the report above but as he’s not a regular and we need someone to wear the pinks best leave the attire to someone else.
Meanwhile, lets starting thinking about the battle ahead. Based on the games we've had these guys are easily our equals if not a little better on attack. They've leaked more on defense and struggled in a surprising match against Lower Hutt. They did demolish Olympic and Wainui and those results are telling in terms of capability. This is a season defining game. Win it and we have a cushion in case we have a hiccup. Draw it and we stay in the running. Lose and we need to rely on other teams to help us out which does us no favours. The game will be won by solid defense, possession and obviously by scoring. The latter is less important in that we have proven we can be patient and score. This will be a game where we work hard, support each other and we can get the rewards, but we will only achieve this as a focused unit.
10 comments:
Jebus! What a report! Nice work there Pony. Some great lines too. My two favourites:
"Tangihaere (2) his pure muscle..." Haha!! Man crush much?
"instead of passing to a free player or leaving it to a striker (meaning Tim!)." HAHAHA!! Self-crush much?!
Good work though Tim. You're right about this weekend too. The game will definitely be won by scoring more goals than them.
Fire up boys, it's gonna be a classic!!
Yeah, nice one Tim.
In terms of Stallion moment we also went for Tom, for that run into the box that lead to the Oggie.
Now back to the Pony. There are long established rules and traditions here - it is not for the worst player or worst moment (in fact some of those really worst moments have not been awarded pony because of fear of violent reprisal or shattering of self-confidence). Its more for the funniest or most ridicolous moment (often combining with worst moment as someone misses an open goal or air shoots and lets the attacking team win). Often, as in this case, it can be ironic - giving the angry man the award to make him angrier. I believe there was some unnamed Stallion gunning for Dan for Pony for ruining Graham's fine tradition of clean sheets - I think the others may have felt that it might be cutting a little close to the bone. But funny as f**k. The hatchet, Gus's open goal etc definite contenders, but probably just not as funny - it sure would not have caused what is it 25 comments on the blog!
And the referee can never be awarded the pony. Its another Stallion tradition that we keep hands off the ref on and off the field - its a crap job, no one wants to do it - especially in this case an injured player who managed to not only come to the game but also wanted to ref. This has been good banter and actually clarified a couple of things, but would hate to see what it could potentially escalate to on another occasion. But I'm sure all of those offering comments on how that should have been refereed have jumped up Rauru's list of the next referees so all is well.
The hatchet, I like it. I was at the far post for the goal, but do remember thoughts of 'some f**ker just chop him'. I think I've found my gimmick, sorry Joe.
Ok, so like Tim, I'm a little confused about the goals so haven't updated the side bar thing: Gus, Tom, Oggie (Tom), Paddy, Carrick? Someone help me out with the assists.
Tom assist for carrick, Tom assist for oggie, me assist for Gus, Gus assist for me, I can't remember who assisted Tom's goal - was a bit of a scramble so possibly no assist?
Thanks Paddy, it was a header from Carrick to Tom if I recall correctly ...
carrick challenged the goalie in the air, who palmed it to the ground for me to control and shoot
Sorry Carrick, I tried, but no assist for you ...
Hola Aaron. To misquote another famous tagline " The Pinkies are on me". Some things are earned as much by what you do as by what you don't. I earned the Pony and I didn't wriggle out of it like some much wiser Stallions out there (sense the envy). I can only write my denials but alas it doesn't change the fact that I get the pink headband of shame. It's fun and the banter has been fun too. Most of us can dish about and take a bit of stick and Iike a few others, I prefer to mount a basic defense even if it's a beer or two too late. The lesson stands though. Get to the pub!
I dont mind people offering advice. A lot like the pre-pubescent boys in my class, they always think they know more than me. I just smile at them, nod to make them feel like their thoughts are valued, but really don't listen to anything they say cause, you know, they're stupid.
Sounds like most of us during the Stallions' half time team talk...
#touche
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