And more losses. The start of a new season broke the horizon earlier today, and unfortunately, my luck from the last season didn't carry over. We decided to go a different direction this time and chose some mediocre teams to be. I did this in the hope that he wouldn't have a star player to do those pesky step-over's with. However, he's a bit more than a one trick pony, as I found out in a 4-2 romping in our first game of the season. I called fluke as I've been a bit rusty from playing Skyrim until my eyes crossed, so I called for a rematch. I fared better, but still lost 2-1. Sadly, I had to switch my style. The third game of the evening saw him pick the first team, and again, it was of mediocrity. However, this time I fared even better, drawing 1-1, conceding the draw in literally, the last minute. My keeper cleared, but I lost the header in the midfield. The ball was hammered back into my own end, and not a defender was to be found. He was all alone: 1-on-1 with the keeper. I called him out, but alas, it was too late. He slotted it home in the bottom corner on the last kick of the game. That one hurt.
Game four featured our classic 5 star match up. I dominated the game, not giving him a sniff at goal, but I wasn't able to finish myself, and that would prove costly. When he got forward, he did indeed try his step overs, but I was patient and didn't step in. He eventually just ran out of room and I was able to clear and hit him on the break. Again, the game came down to the last minute, nay, the final kick. I had the ball on the wing, drawing his defenders on. I managed to bring to towards me before I laid off for a quick one-two. I got past both defenders, but wasn't in a great position to score, but it didn't matter. I dished out a bit of his medicine! I held the ball in the box for just a second before pushing it forward, this was enough of a decoy to have his right back come barging in taking me to the ground. Penalty.
I couldn't believe it. The tension was high and I was indeed feeling the pressure. Scoring here would bring me back within 3 points of him, and still early enough in the season that I could come back and get something from it. Up steps one of my most trusted players. The controller rumbled in my hand with every virtual breath I took. I watched the line slide across the bar quickly, and increasingly harder to track the longer I waited. Then I did it. I ran up and kicked the ball. The keeper was planted, and I knew before I hit it... The ball would sail over the bar. The final whistle sounded and I was left holding my head in my hands. Another draw. Although I'm still 6 points behind, I feel confident that I can still get something from this season. It was a slow start, but like seasons past, it's picked up. I'm optimistic for the future... Or just plan ignorant to my own skill.
Either way, until next time, MuskyFox out.