I've had a bit of a dry spell, goalwise, by my standards - one in three going into the last game. I'd come painfully close (I hit the post direct from a corner kick, and sent a couple of volleys screaming an inch or so over or wide) but it just wasn't happening for me.
Last night I got back into it, managed to relax a little in front of goal. I made our first, a nice little knock-back for G to blast in from 25 yards, before scoring one of the best team goals I've ever scored. Beth, the left-winger, played a perfectly-timed ball through the gap between two defenders on the halfway line, I ran on to it and played a one-two with Andy (the other winger). By this time we were close to the edge of the area and I tried to reward his unselfishness by giving him the ball back. He was having none of it, and passed it straight back to me, six yards from goal, but the keeper was determined not to leave the line so I just tapped it in. Hurrah!
A few minutes later, I got our third, a bouncing ball outside the area. The keeper was out of his goal this time, and kind of blinded by the sun, so I lobbed him on the volley. It took forever to go in, but it was a lovely finish (if I do say so myself).
I even set up our fourth and final goal. I'd dropped back into midfield, and played a G-style volleyed pass through to Philip, who was now up front. It hit the back of his shoulder and bounced over his head to land in front of him, and he just whacked it - beautiful connection, goalie nowhere near it, curving and dipping all the way. He looked slightly apologetic for having done something so good.
You'd think four goals would be enough to win comfortably, but it was one of those games when neither midfield was really in the game and our defence even less so. We lost 6-4.