Yep so we lost. No big surprise. Castle are a far more experienced side than us. It is a little depressing that every team in the league sees beating us as merely a formality though...
I'm rapidly getting tired of all the attitude and bitchiness in the Keele squad. Ok, so i don't take criticism well, not even of the constructive variety, thats just the way i am. But at least from Jon the coach, its meant well. The constant sniping from my so called club captain is a little wearing however. First our division is being bitched at for not setting up the shots in attack. Our division is consisting of me, Ollie, Phil and Charlie. Ollie is new, so noone really expects him to do anything. Charlie is just rubbish, and everyone bitches about her constantly, but noone actually criticises her to her face, Phil thinks he's master goal scorer and never sets up any shot because he always wants to be the one to take it.... which leaves... ME. Apparently i'm expected to do everything. Then Gill is bitching that the only person on our division who "can score" is Phil.... but Phil will never set it up so anyone else can take one anyway! ARGH. STRESS!
On top of that, at the beginning of the match i'm being told that apparently Becca is a stronger player than me, which leaves me seething- not a good attitude for play! Becca is fucking pathetic. She refuses to play on any division without Gill, because Gill is our best player so playing with her means Becca has to do nothing. She has no fucking tactical ability, she refuses to shout so noone knows whats going on, and half of the time she won't even run (this is the girl who needs to be chaffeured from one halls of residence to the other- i.e 300 yards- by her moronic boyfriend because apparently incapable of walking anywhere). But noone will say a word against her because she's shagging Phil and crawling up Gill's arse at every opportunity. ARGH.
Maybe i'm just being oversensitive, but it always seems to me that as the only experienced player who anyone can bitch at, when we lose, its always my personal fault. And i don't see why i should put up with it. Because its not my fault! I'm not sporty, these things don't come easily to me, and at the end of the day, i only joined the club for a laugh in the first place, since i was told that it wasn't mega competitive and bitchy like most other sports at Keele...
Gill and Becca have both come back here with Phil and are apparently here for the evening. They are currently sat cackling in the next room and i am drowning them out with Fall Out Boy. Hopefully i can slope off over to Roo's a bit later, otherwise something really horrible might happen to them...
Anyone who is remotely interested in what i have just spent the past ten minutes bitching about, can see here
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