3v3
Growing up all i looked forward to in a week was soccer. I had practices 3 nights a week and games on saturday. It is the only thing in my life that i have ever looked forward to waking up at 8am to do. Expecially now that is 100 by 10am.
At some point in high school I stopped getting this feeling. I didnt really care about soccer anymore. It was right around junior year. It was a pretty sad feeling. I just didnt and couldnt get exited. I felt i was all played out. None of my good friends played anymore and everytime i went everyone was always so serious. So i moved on to other things. I picked up things that make you get fat :), computers and reading. Reading mainly at this point. I would kill 700 page books in 3 days. As soon as i put one book down i would start another.
Anyways, about 3 months ago i decided to get exited about soccer again. I joined 2 indoor teams and 1 outdoor team. I made an agreement with myself, which i normally break, expecially when it comes to getting in shape. So far so good. I wanted to lose 25 lbs but that hasnt happend. I am gaining weight, lol. I look and feel better so i guess thats what matters. Ok..now i am just way off topic..ill get to it.
This weekend i got all exited about playing. I couldnt wait for the 3v3. I got up, which is saying alot. The first game we just destoyed the team. It was ugly, you could tell they had never played 3v3 before because they were playing man to man and no one was guarding the goal. I scored 3 goals and i never went close to their goal. I would just walk across the half line and put it into the net. It was a good feeling.
The second game was a different story. At this point in time its 105 out at the fields and there are no clouds..We have 3 subs, this team had none. All we had to do was run around and we win. They get tired and we get easy goals. I guess this was asking to much because our team was dead.. it wasnt really horrible but we didnt play the game we needed to. This team played alot better and knew how to play defence. We ended up losing only 3-2 to a very crappy goal. But this loss killed me. They had a guy on there team who would just fall down if you went near him and the ref called it every time. EVERY TIME. i didnt even come close to him and he falls down holding his chest, like i took him out. the ref calls the foul on me and tells me to settle down. I have never wanted to punch a guy in the face more in all of my life. Granted i never would but i really really wanted to. This kid was talking soo much trash. It was sad really on my part to let him take me out of my game. I never lose control or am affected by people like that but for some reason i lost it. I blame the heat. At the end of the game he came over to shake our hands and gloat and i refused like a dumbass and yelled at him..i told you i lost it..
The third game was when we just fell apart. It was nice of the people to give us back to back games 1 and 2pm. Thanks, i didnt want to have any energy the rest of the day. We were playing great the first half. We were up 3-2. Something happend at half time and we decided not to play anymore. We lost but it was not pretty. I think the end score was 9-4. My legs stopped working at this point that is the only way to describe it what happend to me.
Tomorrow we have a game at 9:30 against the best team. I watched them play a game today and they were good. It should be a good game.
At some point in high school I stopped getting this feeling. I didnt really care about soccer anymore. It was right around junior year. It was a pretty sad feeling. I just didnt and couldnt get exited. I felt i was all played out. None of my good friends played anymore and everytime i went everyone was always so serious. So i moved on to other things. I picked up things that make you get fat :), computers and reading. Reading mainly at this point. I would kill 700 page books in 3 days. As soon as i put one book down i would start another.
Anyways, about 3 months ago i decided to get exited about soccer again. I joined 2 indoor teams and 1 outdoor team. I made an agreement with myself, which i normally break, expecially when it comes to getting in shape. So far so good. I wanted to lose 25 lbs but that hasnt happend. I am gaining weight, lol. I look and feel better so i guess thats what matters. Ok..now i am just way off topic..ill get to it.
This weekend i got all exited about playing. I couldnt wait for the 3v3. I got up, which is saying alot. The first game we just destoyed the team. It was ugly, you could tell they had never played 3v3 before because they were playing man to man and no one was guarding the goal. I scored 3 goals and i never went close to their goal. I would just walk across the half line and put it into the net. It was a good feeling.
The second game was a different story. At this point in time its 105 out at the fields and there are no clouds..We have 3 subs, this team had none. All we had to do was run around and we win. They get tired and we get easy goals. I guess this was asking to much because our team was dead.. it wasnt really horrible but we didnt play the game we needed to. This team played alot better and knew how to play defence. We ended up losing only 3-2 to a very crappy goal. But this loss killed me. They had a guy on there team who would just fall down if you went near him and the ref called it every time. EVERY TIME. i didnt even come close to him and he falls down holding his chest, like i took him out. the ref calls the foul on me and tells me to settle down. I have never wanted to punch a guy in the face more in all of my life. Granted i never would but i really really wanted to. This kid was talking soo much trash. It was sad really on my part to let him take me out of my game. I never lose control or am affected by people like that but for some reason i lost it. I blame the heat. At the end of the game he came over to shake our hands and gloat and i refused like a dumbass and yelled at him..i told you i lost it..
The third game was when we just fell apart. It was nice of the people to give us back to back games 1 and 2pm. Thanks, i didnt want to have any energy the rest of the day. We were playing great the first half. We were up 3-2. Something happend at half time and we decided not to play anymore. We lost but it was not pretty. I think the end score was 9-4. My legs stopped working at this point that is the only way to describe it what happend to me.
Tomorrow we have a game at 9:30 against the best team. I watched them play a game today and they were good. It should be a good game.
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