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LIF 2017 Game 16 Anticipation Overload

Alright, so in the last post, I mentioned this much anticipated GUSK game. They have this saying here in Sweden about a crazy gritty match. They call it a “Gris match.”
This team was out for blood. We snuck away with three points last time and they knew it, we knew it, but it was what it was. They NEEDED to win this game. We just really wanted to. And their coach…well, he’s a character. He yells. A lot. And sounds super angry all the time. Kinda like, “Bro, do you even like coaching?” Kinda like that.
But this game meant a lot to both sides. To all the coaches. To all of the fans. To all of us. And we were ready. But unfortunately when we arrived, the locker room wasn’t and neither was the field. We stood for about 20 minutes before someone directed us to the right locker room. We had very little time to get dressed and have our pre game talk etc. Then when we thought we were about to play, after warm ups and everything, the field had had so much heavy rain the day before that it was flooded. So they spent 20 minutes trying to sweep grass. Yep, sweep water from grass.
All of this happened, yet we were still focused. We were hungry for this game. No matter what excuses we could’ve relied on to slack off, we stood tall and took each set back in stride. But boy, once we did start this match, it was brutal. Aside from the fact that every time the ball bounced it would shoot off the ground like a slippery bar of soap, the other team was rough. I have many free piggyback rides. Not fun.
But we fought and fought. Both teams did. We fought so hard that we came out of the match at a stand still with no goals at all. We had chances, they had chances and both teams left the field exhausted. I know for a matter of fact that it would’ve been a very different match for us without our amazing goalkeeper, Linnea. She was literally Super Woman through the whole game and was more than a captain and more than a teammate. She inspires me more than I could express to her. And one point was what we needed, and we got just that. Now onto the next big game. Can’t wait!!

LIF 2017 Game 15 Bele Bele Bele

This team has the unique opportunity to work with a Sports Psychologist who helps us get our mind focused on the right things. He encourages us to be complete players. That takes time. It takes commitment that goes far beyond the lines of the field. It takes sacrifice and it takes a whole lot of drive. Mr. Bean (his nickname) helps us find the tools to have all of those things. 

In our last Bean meeting, we were asked what we thought about the season, past present and future. This question comes up a lot for us seeing as we are undefeated and if things stay this awesome, we would move up. A lot of people ask us about our hard matches. The one that comes up most often in our gameagainst GUSK. But the problem with that was that they were never our next match up. So, in this meeting when we were asked about all that, my only response was Bele, the name of the team we were meeting next. 

This Bele team is a pain the Ljusdal history. We have never beaten them. They were our only non win this whole season as well. But this time, we prepared so well it was inevitable that we would be successful. How successful?? Well, we scored in the first minute of the match, I scored a left footed volley that I will remember forever, and one of my favorite Swedes in the world (Karin) scored her first goal after coming back from injury. 

Let me just elaborate on this girl. She slightly tore her hamstring and worked her tail off to get back on the pitch. In her first game back, she had an amazing start and then POW! Tore her hammy to shreds. She had every opportunity to get down, to feel sorry for herself and to let negativity take over. But she didn’t. She fought. Hard. I watched her in the gym day after day running and training. Inspiring doesn’t do her justice. So when she hit the back of the net in this last game, the relief and happiness that took over her and the rest of the team was palpable. I was the first to get to her after she scored and we hugged for a solid minute. She let out a tear of joy and raised her hands to give that goal to her Papa in heaven.  

I scored again at some point in that game and our fans were more than happy. And let me tell you, we have the best fans ever. They even clap when we miss a shot. I feel that they are our 12th player on the field. And now, we finally prepare for this game of all games, GUSK. And guess what? Those crazy fans we have are renting a charter bus and driving three hours to come and support us. Like whaaaaat? Blessed is the understatement of the century. 

LIF 2017 Game 14 Away and Mean

The Stockholm drive. It was my first experience with an away game with this team and the first time, it worried me. Taking such a long drive took a lot out of us that first day. And then we did it again and same thing. We had trouble finding an away game groove. Then we did. Oh boy we did. And now, as we traveled the familiar few hours to face Taby, we were ready. So ready. 

That field brings back a lot of memories for me. A few years ago, my team made program history on that field. We had never beaten Taby at home before and we beat them, and by a lot. So as I drove up to that field again, I had nothing but good memories. Happy memories. But I was nervous. I don’t often get too nervous for games, but I had a weird week of training where I felt like I lost my mojo. It felt like my body couldn’t do what my brain was asking it to. 

When I started warm up, it got worse. I was a ball of stress. But, my team, I gotta tell you…is amazing. I say it a lot but it’s only because it keeps being proven to be the absolute truth. We take challenges, we make them successes. We work hard for each other. We support each other. And it results in goals like our first one in this game. We won the ball, one of my favorites passed a ball to me, I passed it to Vicke, who had made the world’s best run, and boom. Goal. 

And another came in the form of more magic from the one and only Matilda. She just does the damn thing. Dribbled around and through players and finished with a beautiful goal. The third goal was the touch of her magic as well from a short corner crossed in that Frida finished with her head. I’m pretty sure it touched one of my curls on the way in, but I graciously have it to Frida. And the final goal was from me and was assisted by my partner in crime, Karin. 

We have scored 16 goals in three games. That’s insanity! I feel like it’s a dream! Dream team to be exact. I get so excited to play with this team every weekend. And when I was feeling horrible, getting down on myself, my team was there for me. They encouraged me and gave me confidence. After playing so many years in this game, I’m still growing and aiming to get better every time I’m on the pitch. I’m hard on myself, but having a team like this supporting me makes all the difference. 

LIF 2017 Game 13 We Back, We Ready

Wow, what a game. We played against a team who I have a bit of history with. I’ve played them a few times and it’s hasn’t always been fun. This team started a downward spiral for my team in 2015 and then beat us the next time we met them. On the exact field we had the pleasure of playing on again.

When you have history with a team, you come into a game with memories flooding your brain. Good ones, bad ones, and all the ones in between. I was pumped. One huge reason why was because of our team meeting a few days prior. It’s amazing how one can insight excitement or a good memory in someone without even knowing it. I did that. And it impacted me in a great way.

Apparently, before a game, our team sports psychologist asked me how I felt. I answered,

“I’m [foul word] ready.” It was an honest answer. I’m not even sure what game this was. I just know that this stuck with him. It stuck with him so much that he based his entire meeting on being “[bleeping] ready.” And I felt so much pride. I felt that me, just being me, can impact someone who is sent to the team to impact us. Now, I know that there are probably many players who have done this for this guy, but I feel humbled and honored to be one of them.

And boy were we [blanking] ready! We scored our first goal inside of five minutes into the match. A ball from my Lil Sis Matilda to me, me to Anna and GOAL! Our second goal was a tad controversial. A ball to Ellika that was deflected by their defender to me, I one touch volleyed it back to Ellika and the screaming started…”offsides” they said. But she shot, the keeper made a phenomenal save, but not good enough to stop Vicke from torpedoing the ball back in left footed! Half time, us 2, them 0.

So many people will tell you that this is the scariest scored in soccer. But not for us. We came back out and scored again. And again and again. And again. Yeah, count those agains, we scored four more times! I got the next goal after half from a ball from Ellika. Then Anna from me, Vicke again, and then the wonderful Matilda rounded us out with a cool six.

This game was fun. When we have had so many tough and grueling games where fun wouldn’t be the adjective that comes to mind, having this game out of the gates after a break was magnificent. It was legendary. And it was well deserved. I’m happy to be back in it with this team and can’t wait until we get to play again. Why? Because we are so [f&$#%€?] ready!!

LIF 2017 Game 12 Super Sub

It’s been a trend to say that a team plays their best game against us. Seriously hear it all the time. They come to fight when they meet us. And fight they do. This last game was no exception. They came out swinging, quite literally swinging. This was the most physical game I’ve played here in Sweden in a long time. I think I was on the ground 70% of the time. My poor jersey. And not just me. Our team was a little taken back by how many times we were hit in the first half.
This tactic was working until they made the mistake of being too physical in the box. We got a break with a PK and we went into half time 1-0. So much to talk about at half time. The main thing, be patient, it’ll come. This is a reoccurring theme in our half time talks over the course of the season. We are fit. Mentally and physically. We have scored SO many of our goals in the last 15 to 20 minutes of matches. Sometimes we strike late, but we make it count.
Second half was the same. They hit us, we fell, but we always got back up with more fire. Fifty two minutes in, I jumped up and won a header and flicked it on to, yeah, you guessed it…Ellika. I don’t even think I moved after it went to her. I already knew she would finish it. And she did. Making that three games in a row, a ball from me to her, ended in a goal. So cool. And then, five minutes later, she strikes again. Ellika had six goals in three games. Like whaaaaaaat?
Then as I got the ball again, I passed it out to Vicke and she was off to the races. Not letting anything stop her. She scores. We are now up 4-0 and weren’t slowing down. Vicke went on to score again. Then, I get the ball near the midline. I have girls clawing at me. I felt like I could’ve made a fuss about it to the ref, or get passed them and talk with my feet. I chose the ladder. And as I took a swing to cross the ball, my defender shoved me to the ground and I fell backwards hitting my head so hard I thought it would pop off. Then I hear screams. I figured that Ellika, who I was trying to cross the ball to, scored and got a hat trick. But nope. Apparently, I crossed it and it hit off of their player and went it. Giving me the goal. That I didn’t even see. So confusing and awesome all at the same time.
Again, we are special. This team could’ve kept complaining to the ref about how dirty the other team was playing, but instead, we scored. Six times. And left happy and well, sore as hell. It’s hard to beat someone who never gives up. And we don’t intend to do that, not now, not ever.

LIF 2017 Game 11 Was More Heaven

It’s been a trend to say that a team plays their best game against us. Seriously hear it all the time. They come to fight when they meet us. And fight they do. This last game was no exception. They came out swinging, quite literally swinging. This was the most physical game I’ve played here in Sweden in a long time. I think I was on the ground 70% of the time. My poor jersey. And not just me. Our team was a little taken back by how many times we were hit in the first half.
This tactic was working until they made the mistake of being too physical in the box. We got a break with a PK and we went into half time 1-0. So much to talk about at half time. The main thing, be patient, it’ll come. This is a reoccurring theme in our half time talks over the course of the season. We are fit. Mentally and physically. We have scored SO many of our goals in the last 15 to 20 minutes of matches. Sometimes we strike late, but we make it count.
Second half was the same. They hit us, we fell, but we always got back up with more fire. Fifty two minutes in, I jumped up and won a header and flicked it on to, yeah, you guessed it…Ellika. I don’t even think I moved after it went to her. I already knew she would finish it. And she did. Making that three games in a row, a ball from me to her, ended in a goal. So cool. And then, five minutes later, she strikes again. Ellika had six goals in three games. Like whaaaaaaat?
Then as I got the ball again, I passed it out to Vicke and she was off to the races. Not letting anything stop her. She scores. We are now up 4-0 and weren’t slowing down. Vicke went on to score again. Then, I get the ball near the midline. I have girls clawing at me. I felt like I could’ve made a fuss about it to the ref, or get passed them and talk with my feet. I chose the ladder. And as I took a swing to cross the ball, my defender shoved me to the ground and I fell backwards hitting my head so hard I thought it would pop off. Then I hear screams. I figured that Ellika, who I was trying to cross the ball to, scored and got a hat trick. But nope. Apparently, I crossed it and it hit off of their player and went it. Giving me the goal. That I didn’t even see. So confusing and awesome all at the same time.
Again, we are special. This team could’ve kept complaining to the ref about how dirty the other team was playing, but instead, we scored. Six times. And left happy and well, sore as hell. It’s hard to beat someone who never gives up. And we don’t intend to do that, not now, not ever.

Ljusdals IF Game 10: Oops We Did it Again

We had very little time to process that amazing win away before we were onto the next game. Home. Those are the best games. We have the most outstanding supporters in history. But would they be enough to help us in this next game? I wasn’t sure.
Being at the top of the table can be the most exciting, but challenging adventures. We feel strong, but we have a huge target on our backs. Teams scout how to beat us. They think all week how they will stop us from scoring. They come to the game prepared to fight until the final whistle. They are fierce. They are determined. And they are insufferable. But what they don’t know is. So are we.
In our tenth match, we met a team who felt like they had a force field up around the goal. We tried to penetrate the spaces between their back line and it felt impossible. We attacked and attacked all first half, but it was like they had an extra invisible defender stopping us. In addition to their five defenders they really had of course. And their goalkeeper was amazing. It seems all of of the goalkeepers we play turn into a combination of Hope Solo and Super Woman when they play against us. But yet, we find a way.
This game was a rough start for me. Actually, and a bit ironically that I say it like that because I wasn’t in the starting line up. It’s a different game when things are stacked like that. I’ve always been a starter, so this was a mental battle and a test to my ability to rise above my ego and be the player they needed me to be. But then it happened. Seven minutes in, Sanna screamed. She had twisted her knee and was writhing in pain. I hated every second of it. My heart lurched into my throat as I watched her cry, knowing her knee was not going to be the same for months. Seeing her in that much pain, both emotionally and physically was much harder than not starting. Coach turned to me to warm up and I was in. The game was tough. The opponent was relentless. We went into half time with 0 points on the board. But second half, we killed it.
There are some players you know you’re meant to play with, and Ellika is one of them. In the third game in a row, I managed to send her the ball for her first goal of the game. This time she scored with a power thigh. So awesome. Then, she scored again. Two goals for her, also for the third game in a row. She impresses me more and more with each game I’m lucky to play with her.
This team is special. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. We have something. I don’t know what it is, but we have it. And I am blessed, lucky, fortunate…all of the above.

LIF 2017 Game 9

Traveling to games can be tedious. We live pretty far from most of our opponents. And there’s nothing like the fear of missing the bus for those games. And for my dear teammate, Sanna, it almost happened. I called her to ask if she wanted me to grab her warm up jacket from the locker room and instead, I was her alarm. Thankfully, I called, she woke up, and we picked her up…in the bus!

I say all this because we can have a horrible start to a day, and then get to play soccer and it all gets better. And boy did she play! Sanna assisted 2 of the 4 goals we scored in our match. Yes. We scored 4 goals! We unfortunately let one in, but made up for it. Actually, we went into the halftime 1-1. Not a fun score. There was that target on our back feeling again. They definitely out played us in the first half. We went into the locker room and talked it out and came out with a whole new energy.

Within the first few minutes of the second half we got a corner. Sanna, who could’ve let her rough start to the morning get her down, sent in a beautiful corner. Matilda got on the end of it and blasted it into the net! Up 2-1 and it boosted our energy up with it! We were unstoppable after that goal. Energized, aggressive, and out for blood. Literally actually made a girl bleed on that first goal. But that was on accident and our nurse on our team checked on her and she was ok.

It was such a necessary win for us. We had so much to prove in this game and rose the that challenge. Can’t wait to step on the field with these girls again! And next time, I’ll be a year older and a year wiser!

Ljusdals IF ’17 Game 8 Not as Great

If we had no problems at all, I would be shocked. This next game was a representation of how much of a target we are now that we are in first place. This team we played is again, towards the bottom of the table. We should beat them right? It should be an “easy win.” Sigh. Those are the most dangerous.
We most certainly did not come out to this match with big heads and egos. We always approach every game as if we are playing the best team in the league. We want to respect that soccer can flip the script on you at any moment. We appreciate that because it has worked to our advantage a time or two this season.
It was our first game outside on our awesome grass field. We were all pumped. But it. was. rough. We weren’t used to it and nothing we tried was working. The other team played with five defenders and it just throws your brain off as an attacker. All the spaces you are used to finding aren’t there. The angles that always work just don’t. They were a tough opponent and made us work. But, the sign of a good team is finding a way to succeed, even when everything is going wrong.
Thanks to our outside back, and one of my favorite Swedish people, Amanda (Hagrid), we did just that. She put a goal in when we needed it the most and hanged the game for us. We came away with a 1-0 win and a lot to think about. Something wasn’t working. There was a negative vibe in the match and we had to fix it. And fast!
But what an amazing thing. We weren’t our best. We weren’t vibing. Nothing was working. But we found a way to win. To get through it. As in life, PUSH through it (pray until something happens)!

LIF 2017 Game 7 from Heaven

We had been battling and fighting to have any possession at all in the last two matches. We’ve chased and tackled and fought and succeeded in those matches and won. But boy was it a fight until the end. And we’ve established our first place spot…but what does that mean? To me, it means we are targets. Who wouldn’t want to beat the team on top? Coming into a game where you play the “best” means the pressure is on them to stay there. Underdog is a very freeing position on a match.

In this last match, we had just beaten the best two teams in the league and were meeting the team at the bottom of the table. Those are the games where things can easily fall apart. Players get complacent and figure, well, we should win because we are number one and they are not. But that’s not the attitude we wanted to have. We want to earn every single point we get. Against this last team, we did that. It took us awhile to get into the game, but we ended up winning 6-0 with six DIFFERENT players scoring. That’s a team win right there. Frida, Matilda, Ellika, Victoria, Leneli and little old me.

What a wonderful feeling it was to play hard, share the ball and get a result that shows everyone that we have so many talented and dangerous players. This team surprises the socks off me constantly and I’m impressed by the talent I am blessed to play with!!