Pharma SC 1

It was a sunny day and, for the first 15 minutes, football made sense. The boys in green dominated, moved the ball well, and created chances. Ryan sliced a dangerous cross from the right through the box, and Matt’s header missed the target by a small margin. Promising start. Too promising, maybe.

Then came their moment. The sun beams have gone, clouds have came, literally. A through ball down our left slipped past the defense, their winger went one-on-one with the keeper, stayed ice-cold, finesse finish, 1-0. Efficient. Painful.

Right after that, les gars completely lost rhythm in the build-up. It felt like a silent agreement that Pharma were better.

And then… yes. According to our other keeper, it was an incredible pass from our keeper to a Pharma player. Scramble just in front of the box, direct shot, 2-0. Football cruelty at its finest. By the end of the first half, it really looked like one of those days for FCI.

Luckily, halftime arrived like a therapist with a whistle. Positive mindset, reality check, identity restored. The second half was a full 180.

Boys in green came out flying. Possession, confidence, control. Pharma couldn’t breathe. The early goal arrived right on time: BB7 whipped in a beauty from the right, Lolo ghosted to the back post and finished first time into the far corner. 2-1. Game on.

From there, it was all FCI. Shots from distance, crosses raining in, free kicks from both sides, and even a bicycle kick attempt by Erling Matteo Riceputi, because why not. Pharma were hanging on.

Then the equalizer. Right-side free kick from Lolo, smashed into the wall. The rebound popped up, dropped into the box, and Matt B rose like destiny itself. Header to the right corner. Omg. 2-2.

The final stretch was pure pressure. FCI pushed hard, Pharma survived on long balls. The defense and goalie cleaned up everything before danger could form. Special mention to Villu, the Estonian hammer, executing a perfectly timed offside trap, trusting the Abssa ref with full conviction, three minutes before full time. A masterpiece of faith.

Final whistle. 2-2.
Les gars didn’t win a point. They lost two after a dominant second half.

MOTM: Matt B

The greens became the blues today. In a cloudy day above our castle, we started the match without the required intensity. The opposite team was really fit and great with a ball and we couldn’t really hold it enough between our players. Following grate saves from Maxime and Papi they were able to score a goal from a quick counter attack after 1-2 on our right side. The halftime found our team tired and without a clear head. After a good talk at halftime, we went into the second half knowing what we have to do bring ourselves up and score a goal. We were able to keep the ball more, pass between ourselves and make some nice attacks but without any result. One crossbar from Pablo and one from Lolo at the last minute of the game where the closest we got to an Equalizer. Shitty result despite the effort. 0-1 FT
MOTM Papasito