2025-03-19, 04:59 PM - Word count: 311
Flying down to Buenos Aires, Fry felt a little airsick. I sure hope they don't expect me to play the entire match.
Nevertheless, Fry stepped onto the pitch to start the game, with a due sense of doom. His lucky number 13 would not fail him today. Despite that his first cross went directly to a defender, dreadful. Also, he marvelled that the referee had begun the match with such non-contrasting jerseys, probably it was his fault that he passed to the wrong player.
An absolutely ridiculous defensive cock-up resulted in a goal for Buenos Aires. Still, possession favored Cataluna, despite further mistakes in the defensive end. Sometimes it's just better to boot the ball forward and stop trying to walk the ball up the pitch. Several more overcomplicated passing plays contributed to Fry's angry yell at the sideline - "This isn't working!"
Sadly, Fry has not got enough Leadership skill to be heard over the roar of the crowd. An obviously offside Scott was let through to score, but the referee had not been sufficiently bribed to allow the goal. Fry continued with ineffective crosses and was ready for halftime to rehydrate with some Slurm (don't think about how it is made).
Pruskin got the team back into the match with an equalizer in the 57th minute. Immense pressure from Cataluna eventually resulted in a nothing, since no one could find the ball to fire it home. Eventually, a terrible counterattack somehow found a goal for the South Americans, leaving Cataluna in a hole. Fortunately, we have a super number of shovels and are ready to die. We promptly commited a foul to let them get a third goal, and the referee had still not been sufficiently bribed and waved off the foul. Undeterred, another goal went in for Buenos Aires, sealing the game.
Nevertheless, Fry stepped onto the pitch to start the game, with a due sense of doom. His lucky number 13 would not fail him today. Despite that his first cross went directly to a defender, dreadful. Also, he marvelled that the referee had begun the match with such non-contrasting jerseys, probably it was his fault that he passed to the wrong player.
An absolutely ridiculous defensive cock-up resulted in a goal for Buenos Aires. Still, possession favored Cataluna, despite further mistakes in the defensive end. Sometimes it's just better to boot the ball forward and stop trying to walk the ball up the pitch. Several more overcomplicated passing plays contributed to Fry's angry yell at the sideline - "This isn't working!"
Sadly, Fry has not got enough Leadership skill to be heard over the roar of the crowd. An obviously offside Scott was let through to score, but the referee had not been sufficiently bribed to allow the goal. Fry continued with ineffective crosses and was ready for halftime to rehydrate with some Slurm (don't think about how it is made).
Pruskin got the team back into the match with an equalizer in the 57th minute. Immense pressure from Cataluna eventually resulted in a nothing, since no one could find the ball to fire it home. Eventually, a terrible counterattack somehow found a goal for the South Americans, leaving Cataluna in a hole. Fortunately, we have a super number of shovels and are ready to die. We promptly commited a foul to let them get a third goal, and the referee had still not been sufficiently bribed and waved off the foul. Undeterred, another goal went in for Buenos Aires, sealing the game.
