Five minutes to go on a beautiful February Saturday out where the birds sing next to the Vogelzang nature reserve. The Zunnebeek is nearby and the trees are blowing in the cold Belgium winter. Scheut, up to this point, have not shown much, they have only come close with a wonderfully saved penalty by to be man of the match Matteo and a missed shot towards the open goal at the second post which flew into the adjourning field. We, on the other hand, should be cruising, a very well taken first half goal by Benji, who tucked in a lovely shot almost as nicely as he tucked into his turtleneck in the Kinky Monkey after a quick throw in from Lolo, and a John-Simon tap/head-in after Amadou bulldozed through most of East Anderlecht after having decided that he fancied an early afternoon Saturday road trip instead of a proper warm-up. But like everything comfortable you tend to take it for granted. The game should be out of sight at this stage, but we’ve not been clinical, we’ve missed a few one-on-ones and Lolo has also put a penalty wide on a day when penalties were not to be. Luckily though he showed at training that he was back to his old…. Oh erm….
History has a habit of repeating itself, back in October we were also comfortable against the same opponents by being 2-0 up with 10 minutes to go. But back then we’d crumbled in the last minutes and the game ended in a draw which turned out to be a defeat after some shoddy paperwork.
Cue shakes and skid marks when Scheut got a corner. We all seemed to be in place and man marking but that’s not what their <insert number> thought as he slabheaded home the well taken corner from close range.
The definition of comfortable is “a situation which makes you relaxed because of the place or position you are sitting or lying in”. We were no longer comfortable. This could clearly be seen for example on Dastan’s face. His feacial expression is best described as someone who’s in between a bout of week-long constipation and oncoming projectile diarrhea. He for sure was going to have to use some stain remover to get rid of some of the brown concrete that was poured into his lovely new pair of Slovakian combat boxers.
Our ex-captain had hoped to play a lot less minutes in this crucial bottom of the table game but the circumstances had meant he was having to push through the pain barrier. This was in part due to the loss of our left back, Nate who had to come off injured after sprainking (we don’t have the diagnosis yet) his right shoulder. This will more than likely keep out the team’s biggest shampoo user for a while. From head and shoulders to hand on shoulder in a matter of seconds all while giving Scheut the opportunity to get back in the game with a penalty which as you know by now was missed.
Four months ago we would have slipped up here but we are undefeated in five games now and very close to securing another spot in Abssa’s famous division 2. We are a grown-up team now, nothing is more obvious in this statement than seeing most of the team sitting, some reading, others contemplating the tunnels in the metro out to CERIA. The ride back was funnier though as we had beer cans and 3 points.
What’s better than beer cans and 3 points after a day of hard labor topped off with clean nickers, which by this stage we all had, again!
Onwards and upwards for the seconds.
The old demons of the seconds resurfaced today after an initial very good first 55 minutes of play. Comfortably in the lead 2-0 they unfortunately let the missed opportunities to kill the game haunt them in the last minutes of the game. The final score was eventually 2-2 in what is clearly 2 more lost points for the 2nd Division Irlande team!