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Just a quick hello to our players in exile, I know you're out there and that you're still thinking about us! I hope some of you will be back for next year - it's gonna be a good one...

But who needs eyes to swallow!?

After a fair amount of desperate tackling, of kicking and screaming, cheating (you know of whom I speak), running like a fucking nutjob, making all sorts of stupid decisions and eventually going insane with rage, Uppsala ladies made it to the final and Enköping did not. Celebrations were in order.

A combined victory/40th birthday dinner took place at the club, where our very own comedian (west coast born and bred) entertained with a disturbing story about a frog. The musical Bergvall sisters sang the sad story about a drunken ant and our faithful bartender smiled weakly as he mixed the 10th Screaming orgasm in a row.

As the hours went by, some of us realised that paying the entrance fee to Flustret wasn't such a bad idea after all. In fact, it was the best idea ever! But not even 3 hours of dancing could help get rid of the built-up tension from the game, and the 40+ white trash woman picking a fight in the queue to the coat room was suddenly facing not just the skinny bitch who pushed her (quote) but rather half a drunken rugby team with black eyes and bloody scratches. She left.

Cheers babes!

Assistant coach

Did anyone else feel bad after training yesterday? I know I did.

At the moment we have a fair amount of reasonably new or even first time players. At training yesterday we didn't have time to answer any of their questions properly - at least that's how I felt. We're all very eager to train, do the excercises well and focus on the game on saturday - and noone can spare the time to explain why we're doing some of the stuff we do. Do this, and then this! But why? What are we simulating with this excercise and which rules are behind it?

My point is this, we need another assistant coach. I think I'd be a win-win if we could split into two groups - one for explaining rules and practising basic passing and tackling, one for working on this weekends game plan and match preparations.

That's all, folks.

Bellman and the dansk and the norsk

Stämningen i bilen till Göteborg:

I know so many snuskiga historier! Have you heard this one about Bellman and the dansk and the norsk... Lisa underhåller efter ett misslyckat försök från damansvarig att undervisa bussen i Junggrammatikens nytänkande. Vi ser att de andra kallar sig Disneybussen och utnämner oss själva till Snuskbussen utan någon längre betänketid.

Stämningen i bilen hem från Göteborg:

En talande tystnad. Fem av åtta spelar Wordfeud (med varandra och med främlingar, den sprider sig som en smitta, den appen). Broman kör utan att klaga hela vägen till Stockholmen.

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Jag kan inte tala för alla, men vet att i alla fall jag själv måste sluta bli förvånad och distraherad när någon inte spelar schysst. Om någon fuskar med flit blir det fel i räkneverket hos mig, jag förväntar mig att vuxna människor följer regler - och att man blir upptäckt och ställd till svars om man inte gör det. Den approachen funkade väldigt dåligt mot Göteborg kan jag säga (här är det fritt att dra egna slutsatser).

Ska vi behöva vara tuffare mot varandra så att det inte blir en så uppenbar skillnad mellan träning och match?

no more Mr Nice guy

I think we've all felt the change. Not just in our own dedication to the team and the game, but in the angry scotsman's attitude towards cardio excercises... Honestly, didn't we all think 'yay, no more Heinz Mullers!' as soon as the first rumour about Henke's comeback reached us? Think again, ladies. This was training before summer compared to what next month will bring forth...

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