The Villains
marched into Lexington and came out with a huge 1-0 win that stands on its own
and makes it completely unnecessary for me to try to come up with some stupid
theme-related blog about Paul Revere, the Revolutionary War, or the Battles of
Lexington and Concord. Rather, we can
simply explore some of the key themes of Sunday’s big victory: Excellent
Goal-keeping, solid defense, good possession, timely clutch offense, and great
attendance. Oh also ridiculously stupid refereeing/rule enforcement and yet
another awful field.
Goal-keeping: John played a great game in net. While he was
not tested often, he came up with at least two big saves in each half that
required timing, toughness, and aggression. Granted he played a couple of
bouncing balls with a casual-ness often reserved for game of stoned
hackey-sack, but can’t complain about zero goals-against.
Solid
Defense: The Villain defense was stellar
and disciplined, for the most part avoiding playing with the ball in the back
or giving up any break-aways. There was
one play involving I think Jim completely whiffing the ball, John ending up in
no-man’s-land at the top of the 18 nowhere the ball, Joe coming flailing in
(and flailing out) out-of-nowhere, and no other defenders anywhere near
the play, but those are simply the type of plays you chalk up to being over-30,
and thankful that the other team has a bunch of equally clumsy over-30-year-old
shmucks who couldn’t capitalize on Villain ineptitude.
Good
Possession: The field was wide and fast
(more on the negative aspects of the field later). This allowed for the Villains to pass the
ball effectively, control the ball in space, and look up-field (or square or
even to supporting players) to make composed passes, rather than air-mailing
thru-balls to the goal-keeper abyss. Granted there were a few of those as well,
but a Villain game without a few blasts to the opposing keeper might upset the Earth’s
revolution (or is it rotation) around the sun and end human civilization as we
know it.
Timely
Clutch Offense: Ryan scored the goal of
the season. Hands down. Mikel, who is in
the middle of every good Villain attack, got the ball to Ryan at the corner of
the 18. Ryan fought through a few
defenders, dug out the ball, turned and only had the goal-keeper to beat. Knowing that this was a golden opportunity,
he had to dip into his offensive arsenal and choose one of his signature
weapons. The heel pass wasn’t gonna work, so he went with the old toe-ball!
Bam. 1-0 Villains

Great
Attendance: Taking a 1-0 lead into
half-time, the Villains were in good shape on this hot day. Since most of the
team showed up, they had ample subs to run into and out of the game to protect
the lead. Or so they thought. During
half-time though, the referee refused to allow Eric to play in the 2nd
half because he didn’t have a photo ID or the stupid-ass league-issued addendum
ID-of the temporary ID-of the
league-mandated-yet-never-produced-or-shared-actual league ID. Confused? No
shit. Bunch of idiot-ass-clowns trying to make a simple recreation over-30
soccer league into World Cup qualifying (minus the billion dollar bribes from
oil-producing nations like Qatar). Problem is, when you try to
make the league all official and what-not, you should probably make sure you at
least have a god-damn functioning computer or printer or someone with more
intelligence than a rat or yesterday’s ref over-seeing the process. This is
clearly not the case at Over-The-Hill HQ. Bitch-ass-mutha-f#@&ers.
Even without
Eric and Mike Koehler in the second half, the Villains still had enough subs to
stay fresh a control possession. Though
the old "turf-on-top-of-cement field" didn’t do my aching back any
favors. Is it too much to ask to play on one decent field on the road this
season? If the league is going to get all official and run our identification
through Homeland Security before allowing us to play, how about they come out
and look at some of these parking lots and sand-boxes that are passed off as
soccer fields? Whatever, the only
solution is to channel our inner-Major League (the movie) Cleveland Indians and
“Win. The. Whole. Fucking. Thing.” Then
maybe D-4 will have some better fields to play on.
OK I guess I
will just touch briefly on a historical metaphor. 200-and-some-odd years ago
Paul Revere rode his horse from Boston to Lexington to warn everyone to get out
their guns and fight the damn British, who were bent on taxing and ruling these
new Americans. Taxation without representation or whatever. Well I think old
Paulie rolled over in his grave when he heard that the city of Lexington wouldn’t
allow the Villains to crack a beer on the field after a game. Like, isn’t that the exact reason Paul Revere made the Midnight Ride in the first place?
So Americans could drink cold Coors Light out in the open free of oversight
from the powers-that-be? Not to fear,
Paulie rolled back over peacefully in his grave knowing that the Villains were
resourceful in finding a church parking lot down the street in which to get
drunk, pee all over the place, and celebrate a hard-fought clutch victory.
First place Nashua next week boys. Let’s keep it rolling.