CantGetEnoughOfJelavic
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The Final Weekend
We were here, the final weekend. I woke earlier than usual after not really sleeping and just made way to our ground to wait for the boys and the bus. It was half 8 in the morning and I wanted them here for 11, I sat with a coffee and a paper.
It annoyed me that we probably wouldn't go up, this wouldn't bug me though had we not been in a position to make it our spot before today or the fact staying down would mean a financial catastrophe.
A few of my key players were already setting up for big moves so I was really worried that they just wanted their season to end so they could get a nice long break before their shots elsewhere. Not winning promotion could be an easy excuse for a few of them too, had a move not already been secured.
A few of the lads began to show and the bus came. We arrived and all packed into a cramp changing room.
"Boys, I know that for a few of you it doesn't matter if we go up. I get that. But you have to show Africa what you can do. Show your next club that you can fight your way through big games. Lets do it one more time and lets just pray results come our way and we find ourselves playing a couple more games in a mad attempt at getting promoted. Do it one more time for Santos FC."
And off they went, motivated and captivated.
I tried a little tactic to score off the bat, kick off, long ball, across goal. Goal.
And it paid off.
We were 1-0 up after 15 seconds.
I would refuse to pay attention to Baroka FC's score. Knowing they'd probably not lose anyway.
And then it was 2-0, after 90 seconds.
Nevermind.
Half time arrived and I could only tell them to keep doing as they are and the result will come.
However, a corner came in and they sneaked a head in at the front post. It was 1-1 and we were not going to qualify for play offs.
We began to really push and a true fighting spirit came from the players. A scrappy mess was followed by the ball rolling to Lakay on the edge of the 18, he drilled it across the keeper and into the far corner. 20 minute to go and we were doing what we had to do. I hadn't heard anything from the Baroka FC game and assumed they would be leading so I didn't celebrate too much.
Full time.
"Hey boss, Baroka won I am afraid."
We were here, the final weekend. I woke earlier than usual after not really sleeping and just made way to our ground to wait for the boys and the bus. It was half 8 in the morning and I wanted them here for 11, I sat with a coffee and a paper.
It annoyed me that we probably wouldn't go up, this wouldn't bug me though had we not been in a position to make it our spot before today or the fact staying down would mean a financial catastrophe.
A few of my key players were already setting up for big moves so I was really worried that they just wanted their season to end so they could get a nice long break before their shots elsewhere. Not winning promotion could be an easy excuse for a few of them too, had a move not already been secured.
A few of the lads began to show and the bus came. We arrived and all packed into a cramp changing room.
"Boys, I know that for a few of you it doesn't matter if we go up. I get that. But you have to show Africa what you can do. Show your next club that you can fight your way through big games. Lets do it one more time and lets just pray results come our way and we find ourselves playing a couple more games in a mad attempt at getting promoted. Do it one more time for Santos FC."
And off they went, motivated and captivated.
I tried a little tactic to score off the bat, kick off, long ball, across goal. Goal.
And it paid off.
We were 1-0 up after 15 seconds.
I would refuse to pay attention to Baroka FC's score. Knowing they'd probably not lose anyway.
And then it was 2-0, after 90 seconds.
Nevermind.
Half time arrived and I could only tell them to keep doing as they are and the result will come.
However, a corner came in and they sneaked a head in at the front post. It was 1-1 and we were not going to qualify for play offs.
We began to really push and a true fighting spirit came from the players. A scrappy mess was followed by the ball rolling to Lakay on the edge of the 18, he drilled it across the keeper and into the far corner. 20 minute to go and we were doing what we had to do. I hadn't heard anything from the Baroka FC game and assumed they would be leading so I didn't celebrate too much.
Full time.
"Hey boss, Baroka won I am afraid."