I take great joy from watching the best football teams in the world play. I enjoy their great individual skills, spectacular passing and solid defending. Watching football is great, but more than anything, I love playing football.
I play in a lower league team filled with players who are past our prime, though some of us have not really ever had a “prime.” My own footballing, for example, is very limited. I used to have pace, but at the age of 34 most of it is gone. I’ve never had much skill, so that part of my game hasn’t changed much over the years. I can compensate for my lack of skill and pace through a good understanding of the game, so I’m pencilled in as the left back where I can’t do too much damage. My defensive positioning means I normally stop the right winger so he’s not doing much damage, either.
Last night our team put together one of the more inspired performances I have been part of for a long time. We haven’t practiced much this season, which has led to a string of bad results. We came into last night’s game against promotion chasing Ullern 2 having lost 0-2, 2-7, 3-4, 2-5 and 3-5 in our last five games, the last three of which against fellow bottom-dwellers. Many of these games have been lost by conceding very cheap goals (to my defense, I have not been guilty of gifting away any of them).
The game last night started out pretty much where we left off the week before. I had been shifted into the middle as our defensive general Nico H was unable to play. Manning the left back spot was Faddy, and he and I probably carry an extra 20 kilos between us. This turned out to be a challenge when the opposing right wing stormed through our left side three times within the first 20 minutes. However, in spite of creating some wonderful chances, Ullern never found the back of the net. Not even when our other central defender, Thomas, gifted them a goal scoring opportunity when the pass he had intended to reach me with was well out of my limited range.
Then we had somewhat of a transformation. Our youngest player, Torkel, who was still in his nappys when most of the rest of the team were out getting drunk for the first time (I think he’s 24), was introduced at Faddy’s expense and I was moved out to my more familiar left back spot. Up front, Tom, who does not belong at this level, was harassing the Ullern defense with his superior skills and pace. Unfortunately, he was unable to capitalise on the opportunities presented to him through his hard work and excellent combinations with Ståle, our right winger. Ståle had his best game as a Bærumsløkka player before being substituted through injury late in the first half.
Though Tom couldn’t find the back of the net, we still managed to find a very scrappy goal when their goalie dropped a floating free kick that bounced right in front of him. I have always been a big proponent of storming in on the goalie on free kicks from distance, as the movement will always disturb him and he may let it go, drop it or you may get a deflection on it to guide it into the net. Pål Sverre found the right movement on this occasion and was in the right place at the right time to run the ball into the net.
Pål Sverre is one of those players who is a great guy off the pitch and turns into the devil’s incarnate when he gets his boots on and makes a few runs. Last night he was a beast, tackles flying left and right and he made sure the referee’s whistle wasn’t rotting away in his pocket. Most of his tackles won the ball, though – his was one of several great performances.
Nico S was thrown into the action at the last minute as our best attacking player from the last few seasons, Larsa, had to throw in the towel after the warm ups with a bum knee. Nico went on to put in one of those truly underrated performances. He beat much taller Ullern players to the ball on two key corner kicks late in the game and fought and scrapped with their wide midfielders and right back all game, helping me shore up the left side.
Nico played well, Pål played well, Torkel played well after coming on, Tom was a terror up front and the rest of the guys worked very hard too. It was a truly great team performance. However, there was no doubt who was the man of the match.
Our manager doubles as our 3rd choice goalie and in the four seasons I’ve played with Bærumsløkka he has only played when there was an absolute emergency. He is a better leader and organiser than a footballer. This fall we’ve had a few emergencies and he has been forced into action on several occasions. He’ll be the first to admit that he’s given away a goal or two.
Against Ullern, though, he more than held his own in the first half, helping us go into the break 1-0 up. In the second half, the referee awarded a dubious penalty when he judged Jokke to have hand balled in the area. It was a very questionable decision, the ball was headed at him from two meters away and his arm was tucked along his body, slightly in front of him – if it hadn’t hit his arm it would’ve hit his body. The penalty gift hurt us especially as we’ve had two very questionable penalty calls lose us both the biggest game of the season (2-1 at home against Fossum) and a non-call cost us two points when our attacker was clearly chopped down in the area in a key bottom table game that ended in a draw.
On this occasion, though, the well struck penalty was brilliantly saved. Øivind’s cat like dive will go into Bærumsløkka lore, especially if we can get a result next week against the already promoted Oldenborg and save our place in the division. We managed to ride out the intense pressure in the last 15 minutes, including the relief when the linesman disallowed a goal for an offside I have no clue whether was right or wrong.
I want to extend a thank you to all the guys who were involved in the game for their effort and enthusiasm. You can say it was just a 1-0 win in a meaningless 4th division game an autumn evening in Norway. But for me it was a thrilling win. Two teams of true amateurs battling it out with nothing but pride and the ambition to play in the highest division possible next season at stake. This is the truest form of sport for those of us who love to play the game. This is the pure joy of football.