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WARNING!!!!!!!!

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Monday, April 05, 2010

We're going to Coventry!

Oh yes.

The Phoenix are going to Coventry.

YES!

Phew, err, where was I?

Oh yes, Sundays game.

So, the Phoenix came into Sundays game on the back of a 3-3 tie in the first leg down at Potty, looking to bag a home win and an inaugural trip to the EPL Finals weekend. And they only bloody well did it! The game was possibly the most tense game I have witnessed in many seasons, with both sets of fans kept on the edge of their seats right down to the final buzzer.

Much of the game was played at a frenetic pace, with the play shifting from one zone to the other exceedingly quickly. The games highlights were a simply beautiful opening goal from the Phoenix, easily the best I have seen in the Dome. Just wait for the video. Its that fucking good. really. And the other major highlight was Payettes masive hit on MacIver in the first period. And I mean massive. If it had been an open ice hit, MacIver would have been sent flying. No shit.

And, for me, it was fitting that the GWG came from a Brit. There was something poetic about it, especially given just how well the lads had coped with the pressure (thanks to Wardells ususal standard of officiating...ie shite). And when that goal went in....jesus christ on a bike, the noise was unbelieveable. There was shouting, chanting, screaming, crying...the works. Although it was a bloody tense last couple of minutes, especially when P'Boro pulled Wall for the extra attacker.

But we fucking did it!

You might get something more coherent from me about this later in the week. I'm too happy.

The only downers to last night were Wardells piss poor officiating. Shit, the linos had to tell him to call a delay of game on P'Boro for an incredibly obvious deliberate shooting of the puck off the ice and over the plexi. And he was the same for both teams, mind. Infact, over the course of the season the only thing consistent about his calls were there inconsistency. Prick.

Oh, and the rink ran out of booze at the start of the 2nd period break. Not good management methinks.

Bring on Coventry next weekend. The Phoenix are coming to get you....

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