Thursday 6th February, 2008. Scorer: Dave H.Murder in the dark is some kind of parlour game played in england by children during wet dinner times and on the last day of term when teachers can't be arsed to do any teaching, and by posh people. I can't remember the rules or really anything about the game. I wish I couldn't remember anything about yesterday's game either, which was a bit like murder in the dark, as Villoreal's bunch of wankers (see first match report of the season also) carried out several serious assaults on our players on the darkest pitch in the world, while the hapless ref ate our of their hands and made it impossible for us to get going again after we had thrown away the advantantage of a great start and a promising opening half hour of play.
Our new 3-5-2 worked very well for an extended period in the first period, with the defence looking assured and calm, and the midfield taking advantage of the extra man, soon culminating in a well worked goal for davie horan, after luis had played him in down the channel. It was a cross, but we only score with crosses these days. I have never seen an EUI side so wasteful with the ball as we were in this game. It was impressively bad at times. We were on top for ten minutes after we took the lead, then lost all ability to pass, move, follow men, look up, or communicate. They laid siege to our penalty area, and eventually got a goal that reflected the way we were playing, a misplace clearance riocheted off me and into their no. 32's path who slotted home. Half time. Manolo and Nate on. Both make inmmediate impacts, getting in behind. Our last chances of the game.
They try and break Nate's leg, and nearly succeed. I have, I think never been so angry on a football pitch. Yellow card, for a man who should have already have been sent off in the first half for a disgraceful foul on Leo who was clean through. How this foul on Nate is not a red card I just don't know. Somehow the incident ends with their FUCKING WANKER of a ginger player, on the bench, suspended as per, running onto the pitch to threaten me, and then collude with the ref to tell me that I should shut up or I would be sent off. Unbelievable. Next incident of note is Dave Horan getting assaulted - kicked and attempted blow to the head - ref is looking the wrong way, hears commotion, turns round and GIVES THEM A FREE KICK. Great. They score a header which bounces in front of the unlucky Charles from a corner. Great. We need to learn to block people's runs. It is not fouling. You can't just stand there and let them head it off a clean run at it. That scorer is a fucking dick too. Their Crouch-like player, previously described on this website on a token nice guy in a team full of wankers, turns out to be Costanza from the EUI's cousin. Dave M fraternises with him. Dave - stop fraternising. This is war yo.
We look terrible on the ball. I hit full sprint pace a couple of times to get across to cover men who had got in behind our wing backs. Our midfield is invisible for the entire second half. This is just not good enough. We might as well have just not had anyone there. Granted, the ref's handling of the game made in almost inpossible to play, but we did ourselves no favours. We had the ball enough to do something with it, and we were unwilling, unable and disbelieving.
All this played out in beneath the worst floodlights ever. They point inwards from a third of the way into the pitch. Goalmouths and corners are pitch black. To add insult to injury the crappy little lights turn on and off at regular intervals, making it some kind of poor man's rave with the world's crappoest strobe lights. Good job no one was epileptic.
Very difficult to take positives from this game. An excellent twenty minutes showed what we could do. A dreadful rest of the game was much more telling. I am going to unilaterally declare that my switch to sweeper was just about the only genuinely successful aspect of this match. Training tomorrow and Sunday. If you have any self-respect you will be there, as we all need it.
Get well soon Nate. Hi Frat Buddies.
Team: Charles - Simon, Luke, Dave M - Leo (Manolo), Luis, Ernesto (Andrew), Dom (Nate), Mate - Dave H (Johnny), Irial.
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