Yeah...it's been raining for sixteen days straight and the temperature is hovering at 42 and the lines on the pitch are starting to float in the puddles, but the guys are pullin' their boots on and muttering that "we're too old to be doin' this" at the same time they're getting that rush of old boy adrenalin that shouts "Yes! I'm here and I've got my boots on. I may be old but in the words of Old Nick, "I AINT DEAD YET".
Sunday, October 3, 2010
The Mark of the Boot
The LA Galaxy squared off tonight against Chivas in the "Super Classico" crosstown match and sixty minutes in it was a 2-1 match Galaxy with the pace still not quite clear. Buddle had cracked a beautiful first strike for the Galaxy followed by a bent Beckham blast on a free kick which gave the favored team a clear lead. What struck me was watching former rookie Timber, Alan Gordon, playing against his former club, the Galaxy, for Chivas. Early in the second half Gordon went in for his third or fourth dangerous shot and Donovan Ricketts came out, feet up, to gather the ball. Gordon ended up on the ground, with his jersey ripped and the clear crimson stripes of cleat marks on his chest. Just another reminder that the game isn't for wimps. Watching Gordon play I think it's sad he didn't get more time in Timber green. He's got the chops of a striker. And Gordon gets his revenge scoring Chivas goal so far. Oh...and Chivas would be more dangerous if they just didn't give the ball away so often. Sorta like the Old Nicks. If we could just avoid mistakes...
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