1966
I’ll write about my day in a minute but first I must give a match report on a game of ISS I had tonight.
Louis Vs Alex
Classic Netherlands (Louis) Vs Classic England (me)
Louis had beaten me 3 times tonight. I was running out of teams who could match up to his team full of stars such as Cruyff and Guilit. I then stumbled across Classic England…
Linekar, Moore, Banks, Hoddle and Keegan.
The match kicked off and Holland began well. Banks made several gravity defying saves in an explosive opening. Louis was confident and soon went ahead 1-0. They were all over us, we couldn’t get out of our own half. As the match progressed however, we started to slowly build momentum. Hoddle was excellent in midfield and Gazza was making runs through the centre. We managed to equalise before half time. Waddle beat the Holland full back and crossed for Linekar who volleyed the ball home…1-1. I was flying at this point and created numerous chances. The second half kicked off and we charged forward, Robson slammed the ball home from 25 yards out..1-2. The majority of the half was a tight battle, lots of sliding tackles and shoulder barges. It looked like we would hang on to the lead until disaster in the 85 minute. Van Basten dribbled round 3 of our defenders and slotted the ball home…2-2. Louis could smell victory.
Extra time proceeded and Holland scored again…3-2. I was deflated at this point and for the rest of the 1st half of extra time we took a beating. I made a change and brought Bobby Charlton on. His presence made an immediate impact as Keegan went close after a fine through ball form Charlton. Time was running out. The 30 minutes of extra time were up and we had the ball. Waddle charged down the wing and forced his way inside, he lost the ball but managed to regain possession. He took a wild shot and the keeper thumped it away for a corner. Last chance saloon. Hoddle whipped the corner in and Holland’s keeper palmed the ball away…it was time for a bit of Gazza magic. The ball dropped to him on the edge of the box, a defender steamed out at him, Gazza turned him, the keeper charged out and usually on ISS the keepers make 100% successful tackles or takes for the ball…not this time, he held off the keeper, Louis was frantic, Gazza hit a shot and it deflected of a defender, a couple of minutes of ping pong began. My face was red with stress, Louis was button bashing till his fingers fell off…and then up stepped captain marvel…Robson. He scuffed a shot which some how pee rolled into the back of the net…3-3
Penalties. England lost 5-4 in the shootout. Typical England. Unbelievably exciting.
Today was weird. Another weird day with the women in my life. Everytime I feel I get close to any of them, there attitude seems to change and those who I’ve drifted apart from, we are suddenly close again. It frustrates me to no end because I can’t build up any relationships with these people. At least with blokes you get consistency, be it positive or negative.
I’m going to write in more depth tomorrow about this.
Louis Vs Alex
Classic Netherlands (Louis) Vs Classic England (me)
Louis had beaten me 3 times tonight. I was running out of teams who could match up to his team full of stars such as Cruyff and Guilit. I then stumbled across Classic England…
Linekar, Moore, Banks, Hoddle and Keegan.
The match kicked off and Holland began well. Banks made several gravity defying saves in an explosive opening. Louis was confident and soon went ahead 1-0. They were all over us, we couldn’t get out of our own half. As the match progressed however, we started to slowly build momentum. Hoddle was excellent in midfield and Gazza was making runs through the centre. We managed to equalise before half time. Waddle beat the Holland full back and crossed for Linekar who volleyed the ball home…1-1. I was flying at this point and created numerous chances. The second half kicked off and we charged forward, Robson slammed the ball home from 25 yards out..1-2. The majority of the half was a tight battle, lots of sliding tackles and shoulder barges. It looked like we would hang on to the lead until disaster in the 85 minute. Van Basten dribbled round 3 of our defenders and slotted the ball home…2-2. Louis could smell victory.
Extra time proceeded and Holland scored again…3-2. I was deflated at this point and for the rest of the 1st half of extra time we took a beating. I made a change and brought Bobby Charlton on. His presence made an immediate impact as Keegan went close after a fine through ball form Charlton. Time was running out. The 30 minutes of extra time were up and we had the ball. Waddle charged down the wing and forced his way inside, he lost the ball but managed to regain possession. He took a wild shot and the keeper thumped it away for a corner. Last chance saloon. Hoddle whipped the corner in and Holland’s keeper palmed the ball away…it was time for a bit of Gazza magic. The ball dropped to him on the edge of the box, a defender steamed out at him, Gazza turned him, the keeper charged out and usually on ISS the keepers make 100% successful tackles or takes for the ball…not this time, he held off the keeper, Louis was frantic, Gazza hit a shot and it deflected of a defender, a couple of minutes of ping pong began. My face was red with stress, Louis was button bashing till his fingers fell off…and then up stepped captain marvel…Robson. He scuffed a shot which some how pee rolled into the back of the net…3-3
Penalties. England lost 5-4 in the shootout. Typical England. Unbelievably exciting.
Today was weird. Another weird day with the women in my life. Everytime I feel I get close to any of them, there attitude seems to change and those who I’ve drifted apart from, we are suddenly close again. It frustrates me to no end because I can’t build up any relationships with these people. At least with blokes you get consistency, be it positive or negative.
I’m going to write in more depth tomorrow about this.
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