Medals

G'day,

So I'm not sure what way to do this so the posts will probably be scattered all over the place depending on what I feel like writing about. Today that is... medals! 

A couple of weeks ago we had our 'soccer' finals for the year. I was taking part in the mighty Gladstone Men's Second Division final. My team (Gladstone United, who play in blue which feels dirty and wrong) had an erratic season which included late winners and clutching defeats from the jaws of victories. With a month to go we already lost our chance at winning the league but were in to the playoffs for the league final. 

Anyway, it was a weird, dramatic season but we took our place in the final against Yaralla Sports Club at their home ground. For such a low level of league, a fair amount of folk come along for the finals so we had a crowd of a couple of hundred or so. Probably beating the Montrose average attendance unless they're playing grubs from Glasgow or Brechin (*wink*) or Arbroath. 

The game was a microcosm of the season and was all over the place. I play as a 'towering' centre back and was mercilessly outpaced for the first goal, which was painful to say the least. The game was back and forth, with the half time score at 2-2.

The score didn't change in the second half but not for a want of trying by the United boys, who were extremely unlucky not to score in two goal mouth scrambles. Alas, the match went to extra time.

I forget to mention that this was the week that winter banished itself and switched directly to summer. The temperature was bloody hot and our game was at 2pm. Since you start warming up an hour before, we were out in the sun for almost 4 hours, roasting. For every second of extra time I just wanted to lie down. Literally lie down on the pitch, not even sub off, I was right buggered.

Thankfully, everyone on the park seemed to feel the same way so there was only so much running to do. I did have one sprint back from attack and cleaned up the fella who embarrassed me in the first half. The crowd roared and that little pitch in Queensland felt like Hampden to me. I think it's safe to say that it will be my peak sporting achievement and it's likely all downhill from there.

So no more goals. Which means a penalty shoot out. I could have never imagined that I'd be in such a situation but it happened. I didn't go forward for a penalty in the first five, mainly because I think I'd give my teammates heart scares (my performances can be slightly erratic themselves). In short, we lost 5-4. Our keeper was unlucky, touching one of their penalties but not quite getting enough on it. Our fella hit a strong shot on target but unfortunately high enough that their keeper could palm it away. 

For all our efforts we got to stand about in front of the crowd as speeches were made and we got our consolation medals. All I wanted was a beer.

I'd also played (mostly back up) for the 1st division winners last season. I'm chuffed with the medals as for a long time I'd be impressed if I could make a 10 foot pass. My achievements were put down in the most blunt fashion the other day when a coworker (I'll be extremely embarrassed if she ever finds this) brought in her Olympic medal! She got bronze at the London Olympics in Water Polo for Australia. 

Yeah... maybe we'll do better next season.