Real Old Bellbrook
Real Old Bellbrook is an over 40 team that plays in the Senior Soccer League, under the Dayton Amateur Soccer League.
The team is comprised of Dayton area over 40 players, many of whom are Bellbrook area coaches. We play in the same colors as our younger Real Bellbrook teams and will commence our first season this fall.
Check back for schedules, game results, tables and pictures.
Real soccer, Real old, Real passion and Real fun!
Match Day 1 (Tears)
First game up, and a short handed Real Bellbrook team battle hard but came up short in a 2-1 loss to Southern 50, next up for the boys the Mighty Metro. But this time we'll have our new shirts and will be wearing the Real club gold!!
Match Day 2 (Good Times)
Thanks to Fed-ex the shirt logo's and numbers are not in. But the missing boys from the last game are back! We have the luxury of subs.
After a slow start and a gift of a goal to Metro, the Real boys start pulling together, passing well and running at them. By half time a turnaround has taken place, thanks to the machine up front, Jim Woeste, BSA Director of Coaching, gives a master class in finishing. Some nice work on the sidelines from the Dutch brothers sets up the first. Some resolute defending from the center back pairing of Glen Niemeier and Blake Blunkall and some typical classy goalkeeping from Erik Hart, keeps the Metro boy out.
Second half is all Real. Some outstanding Wing play from FC Bellbrook and CUSA coach Camilo Macario creates mayhem for the Metro defense. Camilo chips in with a great goal. BSA VP Andy Klepacz fires one and Kevin Hurst fires another. A late surge by Metro buys them a goal and the game ends 5-2 to Real. Great job by the entire team, next up Ambush will be waiting for us.
Match Day 3 (Shoot You Down)
We have our shirts! Looking stylish, the Real boys take to the field, we come with numbers, 16 of us. Ambush field 11, they have no help on their sideline. We start brightly, Jim Woeste continues his rich vein of form with an early goal. As Ambush try to play the offside trap, which works well for the most part, we start to spring the trap. A delightful ball over the top puts Adrian Shergill through on goal, after a dribble he waits for a defender to get back, then beats him and unleashes a shot into the top corner, 2-0, we are flying.
Then the slip comes, we allow them back into the game with a defensive lapse, leaving Erik stranded in goal, forced to come out, he gets dribbled around and the ball is crossed for an easy header.
We respond immediately with another corker from that man Woeste. The BSA Director of Coaching is conducting another lesson in finishing. Half time comes, we talk things through, we start the second half with a fast pace. The offside trap is sprung again, Camilo Macario dances through, rounds the keeper and calmly slams it into the net. We let up a bit and they pull another back. This wakes us back up, we go to work and Jim Woeste, Andy Klepacz and Adrian all go close, a few times for Andy and Jim. Finally another comes, Jim Woeste nets his third, hat trick complete, he subs himself out content with his nights work. Game over and another 5-2 victory.
Next is the half way play off game. Southern 50 await their rematch with us. We are ready, no injuries of note, revenge on our minds.
Match Day 4 (Straight to the Man)
Revenge is a dish best served cold, and this one had been on ice for the last three weeks. Gerry Kleinweachter was our only injury, but Eric Woerner was making his long awaited debut for the Real golden oldies.
First half starts and we are pretty well camped out in their half, we take a lot of shots, but a combination of poor aim and good goal keeping is holding us out. Camilo is turning them inside out on the right wing. We use our subs to keep our forwards and midfielders fresh, we are keeping the ball really well, our main problem is keeping Erik Hart, our goalkeeper awake, he seems very bored.
Then the break through. After a quick throw from Adrian Shergill, Stewart plays it straight back to him. Adrian goes on a mazy run of such bewildering proportions that not even he is sure where he will end up, then he suddenly spots Jim Woeste hovering on the edge of the box, a quick cut back and a first time strike flies into the corner. The keeper barley moved. We keep pressuring but end the half with just a single goal lead. We should have been 3 up by now.
Second half gets underway, Southern 50, start with a few breaks but they cannot get past the strength of Glen Niemeier, or the closing speed of Blake Blunkall. It looks like the first clean sheet of the season is on. The game stays pretty much the same, with us holding a slim 1-0 lead. Then Stewart Phillips bursts up the right wing from the right back position, he dribbles all the way to the edge of the box, lays out a neat ball to Camilo, who delays long enough for Stewart to get into the box, then he fires over a perfect cross that Stewart directs into the corner, again the keeper barely moves.
Game on again. Free kick about 30 yards out. Andy Klepacz is on the ball, he gets the roll from Charles, moves it forward a couple of feet and then slams it into the top corner, epic goal. 3-0 final score. There was a little rough stuff coming from a frustrated 50 towards the end, but the boys in gold kept their cool. Next up is the second half of the season, an instant chance of revenge for the red empire, as we get the rematch with 50. Strange schedule but we get to own them on the head to head if we win. we are already alone in first place in our group.
Match Day Five (Bye Bye Bad Man)
Oh what a night, late September 2009!! For the third time this season, and the second week in a row, we meet Southern 50. The scheduler must be having a right old laugh at this one. Things started to get chippy at the end of the last game, and we were determined to keep our heads this time. We start out very brightly, passing well and pinning them into their half for the opening five minutes or so. A few speculative shots but not much to show. Suddenly Brent Jones springs the trap and hammers a beautiful shot into the bottom corner, game on.
We continue to press and that man Jim Woeste gets his usual goal getting onto the end of a great cross from the lively Kevin Hurst, who has been owning the right side of the field. 20 minutes in and we have our third, Kevin being justly rewarded for tormenting their left back. 3-0 and the cruise control is about to be engaged. We were starting to get worried as our goal keeper Erik Hart was contemplating weather to take a nap or start texting people.
Frustrations from the boys in red were starting to surface, they had barley held the ball all through the half and had had maybe one shot, which hardly trouble Erik, although it did interrupt his nap. He gets cranky when woken unexpectedly.
Then it happens, Ron Barklay pushes the ball easily by the left back, who proceeds to hit Ron as he is taking avoiding action. It's a late late hit, which spins poor Ron like a rag doll in the air. Sickening. The guy apologizes for "being a bit late". It was explained that it he stopped for a pie and a pint on the way to the tackle, he could not have been any later. Cynical.
Ron is layed out with his shoulder in a weird shape. He struggles to his feet feeling something like a crash test dummy, the weight difference between the two players must be 100lbs, and not in Ron's favor. We make it to half time at 3-0. As we exit the field of play we realize that Ron is no longer there. He is on the way to the hospital. We discuss possible revenge for our fallen comrade. We rule out anything that would be juvenile or cause a fight. Although Adrian suggested an atomic wedgie might be fair restitution, he is out voted by a slim majority.
We return to the field with the mindset that we will not be sporting and back off our lead. We press on, knowing that day light fading will shorten the time to exact revenge for the fallen soldier in the care of the medics. We work quickly, first Jim Woeste again, then Adrian fires a thunder bolt from the 18 yard line. Unstoppable. We stick to our task, trying to keep score as the goals come thick and fast. Woeste strikes his third, hat trick complete, he subs out for a water break. Camilo exacts his share of revenge with the 7th of the night. Woeste is back on and takes his fourth and our 8th. This time they are demoralized, they take the kick off and just play it straight to us. We press on, with time and light fading, Adrian decides to better his last effort with a screamer from 25 yards. As he hit it he mumbles "'ave it geezer". 9-0 time is upon us. We leave the field to seek news of our team mate.
We amass at a private watering facility provided us by the hospitable Andy Klepacz, waiting on news. First we hear dislocation, then clavicle broken. X-rays negative. Severed AC ligament is the final verdict. Ron is out for the season, thankfully no surgery needed. A brace and some TLC from home. So for the rest of the season it's coach Ron. We raise a glass to our fallen hero, when suddenly we wonder if we remembered to wake Erik up, or was he still nestled against the post napping. No he's here, he ready for the next game. Up next the return of Metro, who may now have Real Bellbrook 95 coach Greg Hickey in their ranks. How did we let him slip out of our ranks?
Word is now we have 4 points to get from two games to secure first place in group B. Things are changing in the end of season play off, we may be paired with the evil empire that is Chromeparts, the team that is working on three straight seasons with one tie and the rest all wins. Big challenges await the mighty Bellbrook, but the IR list is piling up. Three out for the season in Ron, Scot Terry and Steve Fink. A test against Chromeparts will be a taste of things to come.
Match Day Six (Breaking Into Heaven)
How many chances can you waste in one half? We were about to find out. A shorter road trip than usual found us at Madden for our second visit to Metro. As we were the only team prepared, we were forced to ditch the club golds and don our away greens. We start as we have left off from the last few games. Passing well, defending stoutly and making Erik Hart stand there picking the stitches on his gloves. Erik maybe touched the ball six times in the first half.
Having started well, but without crash test dummy impersonator Ron Barklay, we wasted chance after chance, shooting high wide and not very handsome. We were seemingly destined to not score at all. Even the Metro keeper handling outside of the box could offer the breakthrough that we craved and deserved. Jim Woeste, carrying an injury from the last game, just could not get his usually unerring aim going. Adrian was kicking extra points and we resorted to trying to force things too much. A first half which we dominated for possession and field position comes to a close with no score for either side.
We talk at half time, noting that the ref is going to end the second half before the 90 minute mark arrives due to the fading daylight. We will get a three minute warning. So we needed to come out and put this thing away.
We start the second half much the same way with the misses getting closer and even getting a little woodwork action. Metro make a few more raids in our half, but the ever present Glen Niemeier blows up everything in the middle of the field. Anything that gets around him was either bottle up out wide by fullbacks Chris Klepacz and Stewart Phillips. The only option left for them was the through ball or the long ball over the top. Blake Blunkall proving that being a DB in football helps you become a brink wall to run through in soccer. Blake excels in clearing out the center forward.
A corner for the Real boys has the ball bobbing around in the box with no one taking control. Then up steps big Glen, he takes a touch to create a little space and a left foot drive into the top corner breaks the game open. Soon after a great run down the right by Kevin Hurst sees him play a fantastic fizzing drive towards the back post, where Brent Jones bundles in over the line, a true center forwards goal. Soon after the turf monster takes Brent down and his night is done.
A defensive lapse allows them some hope as they capitalize on some slack play at the back and a miss from Erik that is probably due to him having nothing to do for 60 mins. So we are awoken realizing we could be throwing away a hard fought for lead. Not for long though. Finally the Woeste rifle gets it's sights straightened out. He is in the box surrounded by four guys, he dances, he skips, man that guy has some moves, bet he looks good on the dance floor! He keeps making then miss until the show him enough for a shot, and he fires it home, 3-1.
The British are coming, the British are coming!! World War II air raid stylee! As the light starts fading the RAF comes to play. Taking a drop from Camilo, Stewart takes a touch and then launches a beautiful 25 yarder, dipping late into the top corner. Minutes later fellow RAF raider Adrian Shergill spots the keeper a foot or two off his line, a delightful chip sees the rout complete.
With the daylight almost gone, and Erik telling the referee that his Mom won't let him stay after the street lights come on, we get the three minute warning, we see the game out without further incident.
The three points are enough to clinch the division and earn us a rise to the promised land. Regular game dates with Dayton United and the unbeaten Chromeparts. Next up our final division game in Vandalia against the boys from the Ambush. Then the final game day has been booked. We have earned the right to pit our wits against the mighty mighty Chromeparts. They come to our house, we hope to make them welcome, but not comfortable.
Match Day Seven
Bad day at the office. Shots on goal for them, 3. Shots on goal for us, about 30. Final score, Ambush 2 Real 1. We lost. Nothing to see here, move along.
Next up, the big one, Chromeparts, undefeated since time began. Ron is threatening to strap up his shoulder and play.
Match Day Eight (This is the One)
Well, it finally came, the big game, El Classico, the super classico, the championship game. Call it what you will, this was group winner against group winner. The right to brag, the right to stake the claim of being the official SSL champions.
We set up the home field and welcome our visitors. We have an enthusiastic and noisy sideline on hand to will us on in our quest. We have one major injury, with Bret Jones sidelined with an achilles injury. Everyone else reported fit. Even the crash test dummy that is Ron Barklay, is strapped up and ready to take one for the team. Prophetic words crash test, very prophetic.
Chromeparts start the game, we hunker down for some serious defense with the hope of closing them down and crowding them, can we win the ball and counter? They press us and press us, some speculative long shots and a few on target that Erik manages to take care of well. Bend don't break boys. They push us back. We make a mave forward from time to time. Both Klepacz brothers manage to get some good shots off.
Again they come, desperate at times but bodies willing we keep them out. Finally Adrian arrives to bolster the numbers, this is a game where we need all our subs. Then it happens. Ron's challenge, foot high to clear the ball, but no, his standing foot slides out from under him. Crash!! Ron hit's the floor, landing square on his back, he's down hard. He's only been on the field five minutes, but this is serious, he's having trouble breathing. Slowly he staggers up, it's not his shoulder, but this time his back.
We return to battle, one soldier short. This is a team that can pass with the best of them. They press us and press us until finally the break in at the left corner and put one across the face of the goal and into the top corner. A second soon follows, then soon after Blake Blunkall is forced to concede his first ever PK. That's it son, you're a proper defender now! Perfect kick, Erik guesses the right way but has no chance.
We keep going, some play is starting to develop and we keep pushing, We get a few attacks and acouple more shots, but then the light fades and our valiant challenge dies. We held them to just three goals, the least they had scored all season. We kept them out for an hour. We'll be ready with more reinforcements next time. But, alas, Ron will not be with us. A cracked vertebrae means old crash test has made his last run. Nest season it will be coach Ron all the way.
A great first season, we have two fresh boys coming next season as Steve Fink and Scot Terry come of the IR. We will have a couple of roster spots open, we may have to have trials in the spring.
The team is comprised of Dayton area over 40 players, many of whom are Bellbrook area coaches. We play in the same colors as our younger Real Bellbrook teams and will commence our first season this fall.
Check back for schedules, game results, tables and pictures.
Real soccer, Real old, Real passion and Real fun!
Match Day 1 (Tears)
First game up, and a short handed Real Bellbrook team battle hard but came up short in a 2-1 loss to Southern 50, next up for the boys the Mighty Metro. But this time we'll have our new shirts and will be wearing the Real club gold!!
Match Day 2 (Good Times)
Thanks to Fed-ex the shirt logo's and numbers are not in. But the missing boys from the last game are back! We have the luxury of subs.
After a slow start and a gift of a goal to Metro, the Real boys start pulling together, passing well and running at them. By half time a turnaround has taken place, thanks to the machine up front, Jim Woeste, BSA Director of Coaching, gives a master class in finishing. Some nice work on the sidelines from the Dutch brothers sets up the first. Some resolute defending from the center back pairing of Glen Niemeier and Blake Blunkall and some typical classy goalkeeping from Erik Hart, keeps the Metro boy out.
Second half is all Real. Some outstanding Wing play from FC Bellbrook and CUSA coach Camilo Macario creates mayhem for the Metro defense. Camilo chips in with a great goal. BSA VP Andy Klepacz fires one and Kevin Hurst fires another. A late surge by Metro buys them a goal and the game ends 5-2 to Real. Great job by the entire team, next up Ambush will be waiting for us.
Match Day 3 (Shoot You Down)
We have our shirts! Looking stylish, the Real boys take to the field, we come with numbers, 16 of us. Ambush field 11, they have no help on their sideline. We start brightly, Jim Woeste continues his rich vein of form with an early goal. As Ambush try to play the offside trap, which works well for the most part, we start to spring the trap. A delightful ball over the top puts Adrian Shergill through on goal, after a dribble he waits for a defender to get back, then beats him and unleashes a shot into the top corner, 2-0, we are flying.
Then the slip comes, we allow them back into the game with a defensive lapse, leaving Erik stranded in goal, forced to come out, he gets dribbled around and the ball is crossed for an easy header.
We respond immediately with another corker from that man Woeste. The BSA Director of Coaching is conducting another lesson in finishing. Half time comes, we talk things through, we start the second half with a fast pace. The offside trap is sprung again, Camilo Macario dances through, rounds the keeper and calmly slams it into the net. We let up a bit and they pull another back. This wakes us back up, we go to work and Jim Woeste, Andy Klepacz and Adrian all go close, a few times for Andy and Jim. Finally another comes, Jim Woeste nets his third, hat trick complete, he subs himself out content with his nights work. Game over and another 5-2 victory.
Next is the half way play off game. Southern 50 await their rematch with us. We are ready, no injuries of note, revenge on our minds.
Match Day 4 (Straight to the Man)
Revenge is a dish best served cold, and this one had been on ice for the last three weeks. Gerry Kleinweachter was our only injury, but Eric Woerner was making his long awaited debut for the Real golden oldies.
First half starts and we are pretty well camped out in their half, we take a lot of shots, but a combination of poor aim and good goal keeping is holding us out. Camilo is turning them inside out on the right wing. We use our subs to keep our forwards and midfielders fresh, we are keeping the ball really well, our main problem is keeping Erik Hart, our goalkeeper awake, he seems very bored.
Then the break through. After a quick throw from Adrian Shergill, Stewart plays it straight back to him. Adrian goes on a mazy run of such bewildering proportions that not even he is sure where he will end up, then he suddenly spots Jim Woeste hovering on the edge of the box, a quick cut back and a first time strike flies into the corner. The keeper barley moved. We keep pressuring but end the half with just a single goal lead. We should have been 3 up by now.
Second half gets underway, Southern 50, start with a few breaks but they cannot get past the strength of Glen Niemeier, or the closing speed of Blake Blunkall. It looks like the first clean sheet of the season is on. The game stays pretty much the same, with us holding a slim 1-0 lead. Then Stewart Phillips bursts up the right wing from the right back position, he dribbles all the way to the edge of the box, lays out a neat ball to Camilo, who delays long enough for Stewart to get into the box, then he fires over a perfect cross that Stewart directs into the corner, again the keeper barely moves.
Game on again. Free kick about 30 yards out. Andy Klepacz is on the ball, he gets the roll from Charles, moves it forward a couple of feet and then slams it into the top corner, epic goal. 3-0 final score. There was a little rough stuff coming from a frustrated 50 towards the end, but the boys in gold kept their cool. Next up is the second half of the season, an instant chance of revenge for the red empire, as we get the rematch with 50. Strange schedule but we get to own them on the head to head if we win. we are already alone in first place in our group.
Match Day Five (Bye Bye Bad Man)
Oh what a night, late September 2009!! For the third time this season, and the second week in a row, we meet Southern 50. The scheduler must be having a right old laugh at this one. Things started to get chippy at the end of the last game, and we were determined to keep our heads this time. We start out very brightly, passing well and pinning them into their half for the opening five minutes or so. A few speculative shots but not much to show. Suddenly Brent Jones springs the trap and hammers a beautiful shot into the bottom corner, game on.
We continue to press and that man Jim Woeste gets his usual goal getting onto the end of a great cross from the lively Kevin Hurst, who has been owning the right side of the field. 20 minutes in and we have our third, Kevin being justly rewarded for tormenting their left back. 3-0 and the cruise control is about to be engaged. We were starting to get worried as our goal keeper Erik Hart was contemplating weather to take a nap or start texting people.
Frustrations from the boys in red were starting to surface, they had barley held the ball all through the half and had had maybe one shot, which hardly trouble Erik, although it did interrupt his nap. He gets cranky when woken unexpectedly.
Then it happens, Ron Barklay pushes the ball easily by the left back, who proceeds to hit Ron as he is taking avoiding action. It's a late late hit, which spins poor Ron like a rag doll in the air. Sickening. The guy apologizes for "being a bit late". It was explained that it he stopped for a pie and a pint on the way to the tackle, he could not have been any later. Cynical.
Ron is layed out with his shoulder in a weird shape. He struggles to his feet feeling something like a crash test dummy, the weight difference between the two players must be 100lbs, and not in Ron's favor. We make it to half time at 3-0. As we exit the field of play we realize that Ron is no longer there. He is on the way to the hospital. We discuss possible revenge for our fallen comrade. We rule out anything that would be juvenile or cause a fight. Although Adrian suggested an atomic wedgie might be fair restitution, he is out voted by a slim majority.
We return to the field with the mindset that we will not be sporting and back off our lead. We press on, knowing that day light fading will shorten the time to exact revenge for the fallen soldier in the care of the medics. We work quickly, first Jim Woeste again, then Adrian fires a thunder bolt from the 18 yard line. Unstoppable. We stick to our task, trying to keep score as the goals come thick and fast. Woeste strikes his third, hat trick complete, he subs out for a water break. Camilo exacts his share of revenge with the 7th of the night. Woeste is back on and takes his fourth and our 8th. This time they are demoralized, they take the kick off and just play it straight to us. We press on, with time and light fading, Adrian decides to better his last effort with a screamer from 25 yards. As he hit it he mumbles "'ave it geezer". 9-0 time is upon us. We leave the field to seek news of our team mate.
We amass at a private watering facility provided us by the hospitable Andy Klepacz, waiting on news. First we hear dislocation, then clavicle broken. X-rays negative. Severed AC ligament is the final verdict. Ron is out for the season, thankfully no surgery needed. A brace and some TLC from home. So for the rest of the season it's coach Ron. We raise a glass to our fallen hero, when suddenly we wonder if we remembered to wake Erik up, or was he still nestled against the post napping. No he's here, he ready for the next game. Up next the return of Metro, who may now have Real Bellbrook 95 coach Greg Hickey in their ranks. How did we let him slip out of our ranks?
Word is now we have 4 points to get from two games to secure first place in group B. Things are changing in the end of season play off, we may be paired with the evil empire that is Chromeparts, the team that is working on three straight seasons with one tie and the rest all wins. Big challenges await the mighty Bellbrook, but the IR list is piling up. Three out for the season in Ron, Scot Terry and Steve Fink. A test against Chromeparts will be a taste of things to come.
Match Day Six (Breaking Into Heaven)
How many chances can you waste in one half? We were about to find out. A shorter road trip than usual found us at Madden for our second visit to Metro. As we were the only team prepared, we were forced to ditch the club golds and don our away greens. We start as we have left off from the last few games. Passing well, defending stoutly and making Erik Hart stand there picking the stitches on his gloves. Erik maybe touched the ball six times in the first half.
Having started well, but without crash test dummy impersonator Ron Barklay, we wasted chance after chance, shooting high wide and not very handsome. We were seemingly destined to not score at all. Even the Metro keeper handling outside of the box could offer the breakthrough that we craved and deserved. Jim Woeste, carrying an injury from the last game, just could not get his usually unerring aim going. Adrian was kicking extra points and we resorted to trying to force things too much. A first half which we dominated for possession and field position comes to a close with no score for either side.
We talk at half time, noting that the ref is going to end the second half before the 90 minute mark arrives due to the fading daylight. We will get a three minute warning. So we needed to come out and put this thing away.
We start the second half much the same way with the misses getting closer and even getting a little woodwork action. Metro make a few more raids in our half, but the ever present Glen Niemeier blows up everything in the middle of the field. Anything that gets around him was either bottle up out wide by fullbacks Chris Klepacz and Stewart Phillips. The only option left for them was the through ball or the long ball over the top. Blake Blunkall proving that being a DB in football helps you become a brink wall to run through in soccer. Blake excels in clearing out the center forward.
A corner for the Real boys has the ball bobbing around in the box with no one taking control. Then up steps big Glen, he takes a touch to create a little space and a left foot drive into the top corner breaks the game open. Soon after a great run down the right by Kevin Hurst sees him play a fantastic fizzing drive towards the back post, where Brent Jones bundles in over the line, a true center forwards goal. Soon after the turf monster takes Brent down and his night is done.
A defensive lapse allows them some hope as they capitalize on some slack play at the back and a miss from Erik that is probably due to him having nothing to do for 60 mins. So we are awoken realizing we could be throwing away a hard fought for lead. Not for long though. Finally the Woeste rifle gets it's sights straightened out. He is in the box surrounded by four guys, he dances, he skips, man that guy has some moves, bet he looks good on the dance floor! He keeps making then miss until the show him enough for a shot, and he fires it home, 3-1.
The British are coming, the British are coming!! World War II air raid stylee! As the light starts fading the RAF comes to play. Taking a drop from Camilo, Stewart takes a touch and then launches a beautiful 25 yarder, dipping late into the top corner. Minutes later fellow RAF raider Adrian Shergill spots the keeper a foot or two off his line, a delightful chip sees the rout complete.
With the daylight almost gone, and Erik telling the referee that his Mom won't let him stay after the street lights come on, we get the three minute warning, we see the game out without further incident.
The three points are enough to clinch the division and earn us a rise to the promised land. Regular game dates with Dayton United and the unbeaten Chromeparts. Next up our final division game in Vandalia against the boys from the Ambush. Then the final game day has been booked. We have earned the right to pit our wits against the mighty mighty Chromeparts. They come to our house, we hope to make them welcome, but not comfortable.
Match Day Seven
Bad day at the office. Shots on goal for them, 3. Shots on goal for us, about 30. Final score, Ambush 2 Real 1. We lost. Nothing to see here, move along.
Next up, the big one, Chromeparts, undefeated since time began. Ron is threatening to strap up his shoulder and play.
Match Day Eight (This is the One)
Well, it finally came, the big game, El Classico, the super classico, the championship game. Call it what you will, this was group winner against group winner. The right to brag, the right to stake the claim of being the official SSL champions.
We set up the home field and welcome our visitors. We have an enthusiastic and noisy sideline on hand to will us on in our quest. We have one major injury, with Bret Jones sidelined with an achilles injury. Everyone else reported fit. Even the crash test dummy that is Ron Barklay, is strapped up and ready to take one for the team. Prophetic words crash test, very prophetic.
Chromeparts start the game, we hunker down for some serious defense with the hope of closing them down and crowding them, can we win the ball and counter? They press us and press us, some speculative long shots and a few on target that Erik manages to take care of well. Bend don't break boys. They push us back. We make a mave forward from time to time. Both Klepacz brothers manage to get some good shots off.
Again they come, desperate at times but bodies willing we keep them out. Finally Adrian arrives to bolster the numbers, this is a game where we need all our subs. Then it happens. Ron's challenge, foot high to clear the ball, but no, his standing foot slides out from under him. Crash!! Ron hit's the floor, landing square on his back, he's down hard. He's only been on the field five minutes, but this is serious, he's having trouble breathing. Slowly he staggers up, it's not his shoulder, but this time his back.
We return to battle, one soldier short. This is a team that can pass with the best of them. They press us and press us until finally the break in at the left corner and put one across the face of the goal and into the top corner. A second soon follows, then soon after Blake Blunkall is forced to concede his first ever PK. That's it son, you're a proper defender now! Perfect kick, Erik guesses the right way but has no chance.
We keep going, some play is starting to develop and we keep pushing, We get a few attacks and acouple more shots, but then the light fades and our valiant challenge dies. We held them to just three goals, the least they had scored all season. We kept them out for an hour. We'll be ready with more reinforcements next time. But, alas, Ron will not be with us. A cracked vertebrae means old crash test has made his last run. Nest season it will be coach Ron all the way.
A great first season, we have two fresh boys coming next season as Steve Fink and Scot Terry come of the IR. We will have a couple of roster spots open, we may have to have trials in the spring.
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