Impact Soccer

to be honest i didn't expect much. i guess its a habit. you put on your yellow shirt, your scarf and take out the bicycle. pedal the 15 minutes up to the pub next to the stadium, and have yerself a beer with someone who looks like you.
you see; we're not custumed to winning.
atleast not anymore.
hell, we used to be hot! man ,we used to be THE SHIT back in the old days!
we kick Rosenborgs asses anyday back then. now you come talking to me about Raufoss and goddam Oslo east?! what the fuck, man,..no wonder we drink.
so anyway, we're at this pub- our so called supporters pub- (we can see the stadium if we stand up and throw a stone across the street. yeah, thats it.a stone throw away, like we say)and me and ma mates throw the magic red creeper stones on the table to see what kind of humorless faith has been layed upon us today.
and it's the weirdes thing.. I open my hand and the tiny little stones fall on the table, and we all stair. nobody says anything. we look at eachother with big amphetamin full moon eyes and can not belive the numbers displayed as a mosaiq pearl picture under our eyes. they clearly state the score: 3-0.
maybe 2-o, possibly 2-1. it doesn't matter. we drink up and leave early. hell, we even get to see the kick-off!

Im in the sausage Q, buing a waffel with a hot dog in it. when moss, allegebly, gets a free kick. i grab my food i take forth my money to pay for it. and from there on its all slow motion to me.
theres some kind of a roar. like in the old days. like if you put a giant rock on a church organ. like traffic in Montreal.
the change falls on the desk, THHHHING-THHHHONG, has the world come to an end?i turn around and run towards the fence, screaming, n o o o o o o o o o!! and then i see the ball in the net in front of me. yellow shirts jumping up and down. i scream sumthn'. i don't know what the fuck im screamin'. just air and vovls. Moss is leading at melløs stadium!

the ref aint much. neither are the crows. moss is missing on point blaks. 5 minutes left .the hole stadium is singing. HEIA MOSS HEIA MOSS, clapping and shit. its really quite neat accutally.
its the feeling like the clinching of a fist. and when they made it at last. that last minute goal, it all came back to me. winning. thats how it feels! we though it couldn't be done. Moss 2 Start 1.
the october chill tryed to lure us home and out of the arena, but we stood there celebrating the players, running back and forth infront of us, pacing down. not even that steelfrozen beer at the front porch of that beautiful pub of ours could make us shiver tonight. not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever.
later on we went down town and celebrated the memory of martin luther king.

And to those of you who wonders about our cannucks and how they did, I can tell you this: Rob Friend was, as you might remember, suspended due to his red card in the previous game against Ørn-Horten. Bernier had two or three huge opportinities to terminate this match in his teams favour, but either forgot to shoot, missed the ball(!) or his shot went wide on these occasions. A couple of times he showed what a burden it is to be a class assist man, but not a goalgetter. He also had some strange moves and passes that looked stupid, but all in all he did all right.

The game was played in a very high tempo, and Moss was the better team for most of the game. Strong defense, but they still needs to improve their effeciency in front of the opponents goal. Only 3 teams have less scored goals against, but on the other hand, only 1 team scores less goals than Moss... So if you know of a cheap "Ruud Van Nistelroy", don't hesitate to give us a tip.

With this win Moss is almost certain to play in the 1'st division next year. We have got a gap of 6 points down to relegation line, with 4 games left to play. We also have one team between us and the relegation line.

Next game is on October 14, away against Ham-Kam. Difficult match, 'cause Ham-Kam is fighting for promotion to the top league.

Stats from the game yesterday:
1-0 Ødegaard on a free kick from 20m after 53 minutes.
1-1 60 minutes. A bastard from Start got the ball on the left corner of the penalty area after a corner-kick and his shot went passed all the crowd inside the area and into the goal.
2-1 89 minutes. Lars Bo Larsen after heavy attacks from Moss in the final minutes, he got the chance from 7m and didn't do anything wrong.

Guys, I just love to read your game reports. One more thing, traffic in Montreal sucks! I was stuck in it for an hour this morning...

What we'll we do during the off season?
We'll talk about ice hockey?
Do you have a team in Moss?

no..that is, we used to have a team called ,..you guessed it "the crows".
i think they only played one season. made the guiness record book as they lost 34-1. never heard from them since.

so we're not to wild about hockey, the to towns of darkness south of moss has a team each, but we don't follow them.
we used to follow Sparta from sarpsborg, but their supporters turned out to be litlle rodents with weels on their feet.

i always ruted for the cannucks. and boston- they had a female goalie once.

bukowski a écrit :i always ruted for the cannucks. and boston- they had a female goalie once.

That was actually Manon Rhéaume, for the Tampa Bay Lightning.