Last night's match against YuYiNxD was quite enlightening (from now on I'll write the name without capping).
Even though the opponents were apparently more skillful than our beloved warriors, the team's defence and midfield were as stoic as the weather allowed. The scorching sun boiled the arena in an Inferno fashion, pressing onto the lads to no avail. The goal wasn't tainted but the attack opportunities were hard to come across with.
The clever coach Lambetain has matured enough to forsee the gameplay according to the conditions displayed. Knowing the enemies' advantages and our weaknesses, he told the brave ones to play a mistake-based offensive game. Wait for openings. Turtle up if necessary. Crouch in the bushes like a tiger and wait until the prey lowers its guard, then pounce towards it and slash the motherfucker's belly exposing its innards and bust its neck with a 14 ton car-crushing diplodocus-mauling bite.
It didn't happen though.
End-of-match report shows us that WE had the advantage regarding overall rating details. That shows us, and the world, that good players don't necessarily make the difference. It's all about tactics, comradery and huge manly sacks.
The new season kicks off!