Let me paint you all a picture here, its the 81st minute, im sitting in a fairly uncomfortable chair in an awkward position facing a tv that was on a slight 45* angle. I get a late penalty, and score it. Its now the 83rd minute, Maurice Harfouch is still being cocky and having a good old time, while im the definition of a cucumber just slowly working on the cogs twisting the game my way. Get a free kick on the edge of the area, Moe is getting sloppy and lazy. Almost nervous. A driven freekick is parried into another one of my players who slots it home. 3-2. Moe starts sweating profusely, not sureif its the game or his general hairyness making him sweat. 84th minute, win the ball around 35 yards out, hit it like you would hit jessica alba from behind and it pinpoints top of the corner. Goal 3-3. Comeback of the year, extra time required, dominate all possession, Moe is swearing and making all sorts of mistakes. I cross the ball in, clean header, 4-3. Win the greatest game ever. Leave your heartfelt comments for Moe here:
Posted on: Sun, 09 Feb 2014 06:58:17 +0000
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