Golden Codgers 18-ELH 21
The goal is football’s essence. A miracle, an excitement getting he crowd going wild, a punishment for the sinner which obliges him to repent, a struck of inexorable fate making the players sing from the chest. Yesterday, however, the Codgers lost their scores (literally) and went almost mute. In their orchestra there has been only one real tenor, Can, who showed –once again- his prowess to repel the attacks raining as cavalry strikes to earn the medal of Man of the Match. The Codgers’ keeper sowed panic among the strikers, even saving a penalty and keeping our heroes afloat. But if the sinks of the Codgers’ boat were impermeable, the decks were so full of water to render the cannons unusable. The only way to score seemed to undress (literally as Ahmet proved) the footballs shoes and barefootly ask for forgiveness to the Gods of Football. Indeed, the 1-3-1 tactic proved to be a nice anchor to which hang on, but when the strikers are not doing their job (Will 3, Amin 7, Ahmet 6, Seyit 2) gloomy days lay ahead. Ravi proved to be an asset to which the Codgers cannot truly renounce without losing half of their offensive power: the leading goal scorer was too much of a miss for our heroes. Can he rescue the Codgers from their three-losses-in-a-raw series? Can the impeccable organization and devotion to rational tactics be paired with the fantasy and the genial touches which set the goals in motion? Can the Codgers shine again and ceasing to invoke the evil spirit of defeat? Next Thursday the ball will reveal his secret answer by rolling once again over the pitch of Sakarya.
Long Life to the Codgers!
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