On an unseasonably cold Sunday at Nansen, Fram was met with a resurgent side in Elite FC. I am not sure they quite understand the definition of Elite…you know, with 12 losses and all. But at least they have 0 ties. They lead the league in fewest ties. They are Elite in not tying.
As Fram was set to lineup, Coach Bill Mikkelchick worked on his tactical prep of the Fram squad. He astutely noted that Elite FC have a lot of players, so be aware of that. He then noted that they will get tired quickly so we should run a lot. Feeling prepared, Fram took the field….with 10 players. Arsene Mikkelsub, in a punitive move to bench a top striker, started Sheldon not only on the bench but in the locker room. Actually, that wasn’t Coach Mikkelcalm’s doing. Sheldon decided to change shorts as the game started. Erik was super ok with this move and happily tried to get Sheldon into the game at the first available moment. Christophe, looking confused, offered his back up tights. Sheldon said he was ok with this shorts and we were all set after a few minutes.
Adding to the concoction of Mt. St. Mikkelsen was the fact that Paul forgot his jersey halfway to the game(it was in his Uggs bag), Tim had to pitch to his son’s tee-ball team and Chirgy was just coming at half. Adding to the revolving door of Fram players, Brian, Eddie and Mauricio were leaving at half and Wode was a no-show, attending the ever-popular convention, “First Annual HavapooCon for People That Only Post Pictures of Their Dog Wearing Soccer Jerseys and Halloween Costumes.” Somewhere, Adam Pomfret is jealous.
Fram came out and expectedly had 75% of the possession but was not creating many dangerous chances. Elite was surprisingly creating some counters against Fram but Fram was solid in defense…less a few wayward passes out of the back.
Then Fram got on the board.
Magic and Kareem. Goodman and Mackerer. Montana and Rice. Great sports duos. Once again, they came through. After Fram figured out that there was space on the wings, they began to open up Elite. After a solid build up, Fram sent the ball wide to Mackerer, who spotted a streaking Goodman. Goodman volleyed in the cross from 18 out to put the hosts up 1-0. Screams from the bench were for Goodman to improve his celebration. He said you need to act like you have been there before. But, has he? Anyway, halftime came with Fram up 1-0.
Tony Robbinssen came in to espouse positivism and reaching our potential. Here is how he asked about Brian’s hurt shoulder,”No more bad balls back there, Brian.”
Chirgy reminded us to play it early but if he gets it, expect him to take a few touches. Fram came out and had a clear cut chance but Chirgy tried to play it first time…well, he did, right out of bounds.
Fram continued to dominate and netted their second when perennial playmaker, Jeff Goodman whipped a perfect left footed cross to a streaking Todd, who hammered home on a clean finish. 2-0.
Fram almost had a third when, now left back, Mackerer blasted a one-timer that was cleared off the line by the Elite keeper. Lags, quite impressed with the attempt, added that he was too impressed to comment on the shot. Well, moments later he had the ball on Fram’s half with no one around. Lags took a birthday touch, looked around and his failing 42 year old body crumpled and led to an Elite counter. Luckily, it wasn’t elite, as half our defense was laughing out loud during the attack.
As the game wound down, their central midfielder came in with a high, two-studded challenge to Paul’s shins. Paul was gracious in the player’s apology…as he was quickly shown red. No chest or neck stomps followed.
Fram took the 3 points and enjoyed some beers in the locker room to celebrate Tony’s 50 years, Lags’42 and the fact that Brendo now brings veggie plates to the post game celebrations.
*Editor’s note: Blasted and Streaking are used generously.