Presents...
The Football Fallacies
with The Man from Markovsky
WHY MUST HOPE STILL SPRING ETERNAL?
Hello and welcome to The Football Fallacies. Right, I don't know how they did it, but the original Golden Generation of Abanhfleft have managed to pull off something that I never in a million years would have thought would have been possible with this bunch of middle-aged ladies. The ladies actually won a must-win game. Yes, lads, lasses, you read that right. Abanhfleft won a must-win game! Christ above! That's just like telling me that Ludogorets will finally be able to hang on to the top of the Premier League all the way to the end of the season! Granted, that did just happen, and boy am I happy for our Foresters about this, but come on! These things have a one-in-a-million chance of happening, and you're telling me it actually happened? Colour me actually surprised!
Look lads, I'll admit. Given the way this World Cup of Masters has unfolded these past few weeks, you can't blame me for not holding out hope for a miracle. We all remember the history of our nation as a nation of bottlers, and despite all of our best efforts, we just can't seem to get a break when it comes to football. It seems that we are always fated to never win a football trophy for as long as a country called Abanhfleft exists. Call me pessimistic, but when you've been following our national sports for as long as I have, you'll understand why I feel this way. So it's a total surprise when I see that after many close calls with early elimination, this team managed to scrape up one last chance to sneak into the Round of 16. And, to my even bigger surprise, we actually took full advantage of that last chance and sealed our ticket through to the next round! Everyone was already writing us off just two games in. Heck, I was one of those bloody pessimist bastards. If you know, you know. But the ladies pulled it off. Now of course the question becomes, "Can they win against Garbelia this time around?" We all know that Abanhfleft and the Round of 16 don't really go well together, but on the rare instances that we do indeed go through, we've found a fair few chances at success. Never what we really want such as the title itself, but some bronzes and silvers ain't that bad in the grand scheme of things.
You all have to see things from my perspective though to understand why I just can't find the silver lining in these things sometimes. We started off with a 1-1 draw against Malandrin, a sign of things to come. Then came the 3-3 against Raspotochje, where our defense absolutely dropped the ball and turned what was supposed to be an easy win into a battle to reclaim just one point. Then the Togolese Republic kept us scoreless, and then Malandrin beat us 3-2. Fucking bloody Malandrin! I don't know why, and I'm sorry to any and all Malandrin viewers of Gaelic Gamers (if there are indeed any of you out there, otherwise why bother?), but never before have I felt such an intense hatred for any other country before. Not even bloody Nephara or Pasarga has made me as angry as Malandrin did on that fateful day. If you want to relive me losing my bloody mind over bloody Malandrin then go back to the blog post titled "Malandrin is a Curse Upon This Land and the Bane of My Existence". I'm not going to rehash points that I already made because I've already made them, and I'm not really in the mood to get worked up over something that's already over anyway.
You can imagine that the team was in dire straits. Various scenarios were being worked out by those who refused to believe that the task was impossible. I refused to get sucked into the hype because I knew better, Seems a bit snobbish but that's the truth. Anyone telling themselves that Abanhfleft could get out of this mess on their own were fooling themselves. We will never ever take the chance to get out of the group stage and hopefully improve on the results from the last time we played this tournament. Bloody fucking HUElavia... Especially when we've been winless in four games and only have two more to go. But then came the Miracle of Raspotochje. Yeah, it happened here and not in Raspotochje, but the point stands. Abanhfleft finally got a win, and a chance to take their destiny back in their hands. And it was a calm and controlled win to boot, with nobody getting any demented brain fart moments while defending. But now we had to do it all over again against the Togolese. Can the girls do it? Will it be possible? Will the women actually make an attempt to win this game instead of throwing it all away because the SFA told them so? More on these on my latest and final post for the 14th Under-18 World Cup.
And by God, they did it. Christ above, they actually did it! These forty-something ladies somehow managed to turn back the clock, even for just ninety minutes, and make something out of totally nothing. Chelsea Stuart wound back the clock and struck a brace. Alex Rousseau wound back the clock and bagged a goal and two assists even while her husband Leo Baxter and their kids were watching on. Addie Singh turned back the clock and turned on the jets as she blew past almost every Togolese defender and shot the ball right in the middle of the net, just like the good old days of her playing for Ludogorets Ladies. And all that happened within just twenty minutes! This allowed them to take the rest of the game a bit easier, and for once, the Togolese had no response. Some would even say that the bastards were shellshocked by that initial barrage, shocked enough that they can't even do anything afterwards. Later on, with the subs coming on with their fresh legs, we got a second wind and almost made things 5-0 or even 6-0. Six-bloody-nil! Not a score you would have thought a Heinrich Wurzmann-led team would have been capable of getting, but they came bloody close this time! But can we do it against Garbelia? Or will we just come back home crying yet again in a repeat of the debacles against HUElavia and Saterun?
Anyway, that's all that there is from me. If you've got comments or thoughts of your own about the game against the Togolese Republic or predictions against Garbelia then feel free to leave them down below. Until then, I've been the Man from Markovsky, for the first time in a long time wishing I won't be disappointed by my country.
ABANHFLEFT 4 - 0 THE TOGOLESE REPUBLIC
STUART (3', 20')
ROUSSEAU (9')
SINGH (18')