Thursday, November 13, 2008: the entire Torpédie was dressed in red to celebrate the Day Torpedo.
The Kollectif launched hostilities to 17h. On his old Synthetika C Kopacabana "all hunks was present at the First Game of Season!
Match: Torpedo - INSAB
Cloudy weather, terrain ... sandy
Final score: 3-5
The game starts slowly when the first highlight occurs: Sangat ', our goalie back from injury and playing his first competitive match for Ekip, performs a dangerous outlet at the feet of the opponent. Appraisal: a near-displacement of the nose and a rash blood. The return of our good Gabi is shortened, just 10 short minutes of play .. You learn that just will not be back before a month. The nightmare continues ... Bravo, however, Nitch and Andi "Dimoiwitch" for their brilliant acting situations in our cages. The Torpedo
finally opened the scoring against the run of play, through the young Kalashniko. It makes a number of beautiful fox surfaces arising at the far post after good work from LeShah left. The center at ground level is perfect: 1-0! The
Ekip starts dreaming after matches preparations generally disappointing ...
Hopes quickly cooled by 2 goals in quick succession by florists. 1-2, the score at halftime. Our opponents are disgusting but we believe that is even harder.
After a great speech during the break and hydration routine of each player (thank you Kamarade Kanterbrau), it returns the Kollectif trample the dunes of his Kopacabana, motivated and spruced. The presence of a LeRieur sunny days on the bench is certainly no stranger to radical change of attitude in the ranks torpédistes ... And then the miracle will engage. 2 times, the Roadster will revert to the score, something quite unusual.
A first time through a Kalashniko ubiquitous and decidedly opportunistic, coming panic counters by signing his second personal goal and the second for the torpedo. The goalkeeper, Jean-Michel Arconada renamed, still trying to understand ... The crowd goes wild: all Torpédie stopped living, vibrant paced ascents of Vidalov, keys Benito LeMecque casters, and reminders of Fonzinho. Marcow, from his bench, rejoices and continues to push back his disciples. Everything is on fire, he would end by advocating a bold pattern in 2-1-7 ...
The 2-3 comes as a result of a non-existent free-kick, awarded scandalously florists opposite. The shot, saved off the line by our quota Red Francis "LePoireau" finally finished at the bottom after a foul mess. From that moment Chouchenko loses his head and gives in to pressure, and it turns into Pellet G. Junior, barking at the referee at every decision penalizing the Kollectif.
LePoireau, previously cited, then gives us a lesson in mind the Welsh. It restarts the game, tying a dry after hitting a huge job Overmarx along the corner line. 3-3!
The following is a succession of arbitration decisions from all biased and unjustified harm the Torpedo ... 3-4, then 3-5 to the last minute, following yet another free-kick virtual (even if the central chanière Fonzi Shush-is not free from reproach on the 4th goal ...).
it is underway, we feasted and were welded really something. In addition, one of PAYD opposite wrist was fucked. The unhappy.
The Moustache Night that followed allowed us to wash (walnut?) Face off in the Lich and cement the spirit of a sudden shots. Perfect! The event, developed around the theme "Revolution stache hairs bathed in the pint, and face painting for whores beardless" was a success. Strongly rely on!
Next game: Thursday, 21, 17h.
Gentlemen
Kalin! The Politburo
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