- They scored only one goal, and managed to win.
- Usually they dominate play and are unable to finish. Tonight, they had the better of the first half, and got a goal. Then they were taken out of their game in the second half, but managed not to give up a goal.
- DeRo, while still the playmaker, was less jaw-dropping than usual; and our wingers were unable to control the flanks and pepper the box with crosses.
- Waibel scored.
The people who sat behind us at the game seemed pretty new to Dynamo, but they quickly caught on: the Frisco Cheatin' Divers rely on a game of deception and histrionics to try to get the refs to win the game for them. It almost worked: one excellent free kick was saved by the woodwork, while another was cleared off the line by Alejandro Moreno. Thankfully the bad mojo that seems to kneecap Dynamo's talent did not raise its ugly head.
I am content.
Questions: With the second half such a struggle, why did Coach Kinnear wait so long to bring in a sub? Why did the usually classy Texian Army stoop to childish obscenities in their chants? (Because that's what English fans do? They do a lot of things we shouldn't. My children and the families around us in the stands surely did not appreciate the puerile crudeness.) Why can't the stadium clock keep running into stoppage time so we'll know where we stand?
The evening ended with my daughter getting the autographs of Waibel (game MVP), Holden, Ching, and Mullan. She was ecstatic with her coup; she even forgot about the obscenities her fellow fans shouted.
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The colorful language delineates the "fan" from the "fanatic." While I realize one word is derived from the other, I submit that true fans can be enthusiastic without resorting to mature language (admittedly, it takes one with more IMmature leanings to spew forth such vulgarity).
Despite the trash talking, I enjoyed the game. So much so, in fact, that I'd all but forgotten that the mother of all crudity was practically sung in the key of...well, let's say F.
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