The girls came up against St Croix 09s last night in Stillwater, a team that (to be honest) we had beaten twice fairly easily last fall (4-0 and 3-0).
After a weird dream on Tuesday night, I sent this email to the parent group yesterday morning.
Clearly invoking all the jinx powers in the universe, I should have signed this email, “Your All-Knowing Coach, Nostra-dumb-ass”.
In a hard-fought battle, with 12 minutes left Kenny scored this goal to give us the lead.
Undoubtedly the best solo-effort goal I’ve seen in my 25 years at this age group. Just as exciting for me as the coach was to see the work rate of 6 of her teammates as they raced up the field in support, ending up in the attacking third of the field before the shot was taken. This is impressive in the late stages of the game, and a clear testament to the girls’ overall fitness level and to the strength of the 18-player team (which allows for a constant subbing rotation throughout the match).
Likely could have sealed St Croix’s fate by switching into a defensive formation and killing the game, but made the mistake of thinking the game was in hand and we could score more goals, and underestimated the St Croix girls' determination.
With 7 minutes left, in what I believe was St Croix’s first shot on goal, they scored from distance, then took the lead 3 minutes after that on a corner kick.
A bit shell-shocked + down 2-1 + 4 minutes left + momentum heavily in our opponent’s favor + opposing parents going crazy…like their team was about to win the Women’s World Cup Final, you’d think would = game over.
But this team has shown resiliency time and time again, and got their deserved equalizer with 2 minutes left to leave with a draw. Probably a bit unfair of a result based on possession, corner kicks, and shots on goal, but that’s soccer…at all levels of play.
Hats off to my buddy Phil Walczak and to the St Croix girls. They showed a lot of heart, and their athletic ability and intensity made things difficult for us. It’s very welcome competition in a local league in which we don’t find much at all.
Worst mistake of the night? Not stopping at a gas station to use my All-Knowingness super powers to pick 6 random Powerball numbers on my way home...