Miami FC at FC Edmonton
Dang. That had all the makings of a big win, but sometimes it just isn’t in the cards. The Miami FCtm came in, high flying offence and all, and it took them until the 80th minute to break the Winter City wall.
I’ll be hard on the boys when they lay an egg, but this was a great effort. They were stride to stride with the class of the NASL, and if not 3 points – this was a demonstration (even if only to themselves) that they can go toe to toe with anyone in the league – if they put in the effort.
I was on hand for this one – but almost didn’t make it. The Girlfriend (Fiance technically, although she would be upset I’m not saying Wife) nearly played the trump card. There are some hills that you die on, some you retreat from, and some you wait for your wife to fall asleep as you’re begrudgingly doing the dishes and sneak out like a pubescent teen (albeit through the front door).
2 sets of drums were good for a rousing few rounds of “DI-A-KI-TE”, as well as the old familiars – but at this point I’m dreaming way bigger in terms of drums. “Edmonton – the beating heart of the Northwest” – just has a nice ring to it. And a beating heart needs more than one ventricle for you anatomy buffs out there. I’m envisioning 3(at least) bass drums – one nestled in the supporters section as usual, but one beating along with us in the grandstand, and one or two either walking along or spaced along big blue. More drums is good, but MOAR DRUMS is better.
But back to Diakite. I’ve been raving about him recently, and I think this performance even eclipsed some of the previous ones that impressed me. He was absolutely everywhere in the first half – and no cautions.
DI-A-KI-TE – DUM DUM DUM DUM
DI-A-KI-TE – DUM DUM DUM DUM
There must be nothing quite like thousands of fans – as if possessed by some holy spirit, speaking in tongues and chanting your name.
Interesting that NASL didn’t include the disallowed Eddies goal on their highlight package. I actually thought it was the right call at the time(based on what I saw on the Titan), although it all happened so quickly – just a shame we didn’t have a chance to have another look at it.
Ingham looked solid in his second consecutive start – he made several excellent saves both prior to and after Miami’s goal that gave the Eddies a chance to get a result. It would be wholly unfair to pin their goal on him, he took the shooter and you need your defenders to properly cut off any goal mouth pass. I would say he’s earned the right to get the next start, at the very least until he has a clunker.
The final 10 minutes were nearly all in Miami’s end, and give Miami credit, they defended with more grit than I might have thought them capable of. I guess there’s a reason they’re numero uno.
Lastly, I just want to touch on some supporters’ stuff (who were great last night, by the way). Now, I’m the last person to get upset about a few swear words, in fact, I find the very notion that they exist somewhat odd and fascinating. If you read my articles you’ll know that I love a well placed “fuck” as much as the next guy. But (you knew there was a but coming, right?), I really believe it’s in the best interest of the Eddies if the ESG/RCE tones down the venom a little bit.
- upwards of 50% of the eddies current customers are families with children
- from what I’ve seen, it tends to rile up the opponents more than it distracts them – did anyone see how fired up Vega was to get the win last night?
Especially a). The difference between an article I write and an Eddies game is that most people capable and interested in wading through one of these has already heard the word “cunt” and knows that I probably mean it in the English/Austrailian/Jim Jefferies sense. Your average Canadian parent (and by extension their children) might not quite understand this distinction. I’m not here to censor anyone (“Right bunch of bastards” seems harmless enough), I just want us to think a little bit about how we might come across to these parents – if only for Jay Ball and the Eddies front office staff’s sake.
Anyways – thanks for another great escape from reality – and thanks for letting me bang the big drum (questionable rhythm and all)
DI-A-KI-TE DUM DUM DUM DUM
Until next time ED-MON-TON.