Never, gentle reader, did I think this season would unfold the way it has so far. Our last game was a bit of a dud. Yes, my hens predicted a loss. In their defense, if you actually watched the game, it felt like a loss.
Going into detail, trying to figure out all that is wrong would be counterproductive. Just not worth our time rolling up our sleeves.
To say we’ve been unlucky is an understatement. To wit, our latest injury:
Give the young-uns an opportunity is the chorus that’s beginning to rise. It seems as though Josh has heard you and making good.
You have to hand it to our gaffer for taking this risk. Then again, necessity is the mother of invention. We need players and we have a few at El Dos who are performing well.
Up around the compound, Turd Verdeson is getting rather impatient:
“Never will I tolerate lack of effort! Injuries? Fine. Lack of effort and spirit? Never!!!”
Going to be honest with you, reader. He’s beginning to scare us.
To harm one of my beautiful hens, though, that’s a line that I will not allow to be crossed.
“Let him blow off his steam, Louis,” is what Charles Peacock keeps telling me.
“You don’t understand the depth of my devotion to my birds, Chuck.” is how I reply.
Down is not necessarily a bad place to be, I know. It’s all in the framing. Now, we can only go up. And we will.
Having thusly affirmed myself, Wolfie came up to me. I realized I hadn’t fed her. So, I scattered the ethically-sourced, fair trade certified, organic, pelleted feed. I wasn’t in an augural state, but when she coughed, I looked up. She ate twice to the left and none to the right.
Yes, I understand. We will improve, but not in this match.
El FC 0-2 MLS 1.0