I don't have a clever way of putting this, but for all you Californians-rain when the temperature is below freezing does NOT always mean snow. There is a point between rain and snow, which is pretty much shaved ice falling from the sky. I'm not a meteorologist, but my best guess is that somewhere over Denmark, someone is trying to make a snowcone in an open air biplane, and failing miserably.
Current temperatue: 2 degrees celsius, 1 degree celsius with windchill
Yesterdays temperature: 0 degrees celsius most of the day, -5 degrees celsius with windchill.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Rødgrød med flød revenge
If you ever happen to stumble across a Danish person, chances are that, sometime in conversation, they WILL ask you to say Rødgrød med Flød. Let me tell you now, it is impossible to say. I personally believe that it's all a giant conspiracy against non-Danish speaking people, because every time someone new says it, they sound COMPLETELY different than the last Dane who brought it up.
However, I have come up with the perfect anti-Rødgrød med Flød weapon: Hippopotamus.
That's right, Danish people lack the ability to say hippopotamus. Usually, the first response is "What?" followed by "ep-po-tep-po?" then "hap-po-nap-po-nas" ending with a cacophany of flustered attempts before you finally break it down for them -Hip-po-pot-oh-mus.
Don't worry, they still don't get it after that.
However, I have come up with the perfect anti-Rødgrød med Flød weapon: Hippopotamus.
That's right, Danish people lack the ability to say hippopotamus. Usually, the first response is "What?" followed by "ep-po-tep-po?" then "hap-po-nap-po-nas" ending with a cacophany of flustered attempts before you finally break it down for them -Hip-po-pot-oh-mus.
Don't worry, they still don't get it after that.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Bjerringbro FH 13-Viborg HK 13
First off, I'd like to apologize for starting my last two blogs with the words 'First off.'..
Tonight our team played against Viborg HK, a game not nearly as close as the score indicates. Our team opened up beautifully-settling into a rythm, looking for the open player, speeding up and slowing down as necessary, and an amazing defensive flow. All these things led us to an 8-1 lead at halftime. That's right, we were outscored 5-12 in the second half. Though I can't exactly put a finger on where we went wrong, I have to give props to the girls from Viborg, who came in for a strong second hald. Though my positioning on offense was fine, I had trouble communicating with my backs- my sole providers of the ball- which I take full responsibility for. The defensive end was definitely more of un upside for me. Since being in Denmark, defense has become my favorite part of the game, and I never miss the chance to hit someone (yes Mom, that's allowed in Handball) or attempt for the shotblock. This game was no different, as I pulled out many key hits and shot blocks in our game.
Okay, back to our second half fiasco. I know it's never fair to blame the ref's, but..well..c'mon, this kid was honestly 15 years old, at least 4 inches shorter than I am, and a solid 30 lbs heavier. Our team managed not one, not two, but THREE double 2-minute suspensions leaving us to play defense 4 on 6- a task which we managed to complete fairly well. On the other side, we were able to earn merely 2 or 3 suspensions againt Viborg, despite their lack of trying. More than once I was legitimately picked up in the process of pivoting, and dropped on my face-all while I'm attempting to shoot-only to earn ordinary foul after ordinary foul. Looking back, this may have been fair enough, as I managed to miss BOTH penatly shots I painfully earned-I'll admit one was simply a misread shot in which the ball hit the lower left post and ricocheted out, and not in as I had intended. The other shot however, is proof of the lack of competence by said baby ref- My base foot (When taking a handball penalty shot, one shoot-usually your lead foot-must stay planted throughout the shot. Your other foot may move freely, as long as it stays behind the penalty line) was planted roughly 3 inches behind the 7-meter penatly shot marker. I took the shot, my loose foot never touching the ground, and only after I made it did the referee call that my base foot had moved over the line. I had not yet moved, and therefore I was able to look down and note that his call was fully incorrect. I could write quite the rant about this ref, who also happened to be the same kid who judged the game in which I hurt my knee, but it's gone midnight here.
End Note- Goalies, please stop complaining about getting hit in the face, you choose to stand there. This game was the third time I've gone up for a shot block and succeeded in blocking the ball with my face, and I'm closer. Love, Molly. : )
Tonight our team played against Viborg HK, a game not nearly as close as the score indicates. Our team opened up beautifully-settling into a rythm, looking for the open player, speeding up and slowing down as necessary, and an amazing defensive flow. All these things led us to an 8-1 lead at halftime. That's right, we were outscored 5-12 in the second half. Though I can't exactly put a finger on where we went wrong, I have to give props to the girls from Viborg, who came in for a strong second hald. Though my positioning on offense was fine, I had trouble communicating with my backs- my sole providers of the ball- which I take full responsibility for. The defensive end was definitely more of un upside for me. Since being in Denmark, defense has become my favorite part of the game, and I never miss the chance to hit someone (yes Mom, that's allowed in Handball) or attempt for the shotblock. This game was no different, as I pulled out many key hits and shot blocks in our game.
Okay, back to our second half fiasco. I know it's never fair to blame the ref's, but..well..c'mon, this kid was honestly 15 years old, at least 4 inches shorter than I am, and a solid 30 lbs heavier. Our team managed not one, not two, but THREE double 2-minute suspensions leaving us to play defense 4 on 6- a task which we managed to complete fairly well. On the other side, we were able to earn merely 2 or 3 suspensions againt Viborg, despite their lack of trying. More than once I was legitimately picked up in the process of pivoting, and dropped on my face-all while I'm attempting to shoot-only to earn ordinary foul after ordinary foul. Looking back, this may have been fair enough, as I managed to miss BOTH penatly shots I painfully earned-I'll admit one was simply a misread shot in which the ball hit the lower left post and ricocheted out, and not in as I had intended. The other shot however, is proof of the lack of competence by said baby ref- My base foot (When taking a handball penalty shot, one shoot-usually your lead foot-must stay planted throughout the shot. Your other foot may move freely, as long as it stays behind the penalty line) was planted roughly 3 inches behind the 7-meter penatly shot marker. I took the shot, my loose foot never touching the ground, and only after I made it did the referee call that my base foot had moved over the line. I had not yet moved, and therefore I was able to look down and note that his call was fully incorrect. I could write quite the rant about this ref, who also happened to be the same kid who judged the game in which I hurt my knee, but it's gone midnight here.
End Note- Goalies, please stop complaining about getting hit in the face, you choose to stand there. This game was the third time I've gone up for a shot block and succeeded in blocking the ball with my face, and I'm closer. Love, Molly. : )
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Busy, Busy, Busy!
First off, I'd like to open this blog congratulating all players who have been selected to represent the United States this coming December when USA plays Canada to try and qualify for the 2011 Pan American games, and send my best wishes to those travelling to Cuba to try their hand at qualifying for the World Championships.
It has been a busy few weeks in Bjerringbro-Amber Turner, Gaby Rapp, Jennie Bergsma, and I traveled to North Carolina for 5 days mid-October to participate in the Womens National Team Try-out, as well as the Tar Heel Invitational womens handball tournament, hosted by UNC Team Handball. I was unable to play in neither the try-out nor the tournament, though there were moments where I was itching to rip off my brace, throw on some shorts and play some handball (Okay, when I say moments I mean the whole freaking time!) It was painful to have worked so hard in Denmark and not be able to show my improvements, but I still managed to learn quite a lot from watching. I was a part of of the new Handball club from Colorado, Dynamo HC, which gave me the chance to work with people who paved a road in the U.S for Womens Handball, such as Chryss Hires and Sam Jones, current Handball legends Anca Stevens, T Ebuwei, and Sarah Gascon, and future Handball heroes Stephanie Hesser and Sophie Fasold. Losing only twice, both times dropping close games to Alberta, Canada, Dyanmo took home Bronze medals.
After returning from North Carolina, I recieved some excellent news-I'm able to play Handball again! Through the obvious language barrier, there was a miscommunication, and I did not get an MRI as I thought I would, but the doctor gave me his tentative go-ahead to play, which I have taken full advantage of.
Returning from Berlin was an adventure in itself. I bought my ticket to Århus at Berlin Hauptbrauhof at around noon, my train was scheduled to leave at 2:48..damn. I managed to kill an hour peddling around and buying chocolate for my parents, and then another 45 minutes buying a Döner Kebab and Coke "Light" and conversing with a couple traveling from Texas. After that, I was still left with an hour to kill, and waiting on the FREEZING cold platform was NOT an option, which resulted in me walking around the station as slowly as possible, creepily staring into every store window and reading every train schedule and map. After 45 minutes of that, I finally descended down to the platform for the 18 coldest minutes of my life-and then, the worst possible thing to hear echoed over the PA system. My train was experiencing engine trouble, and would be 15 minutes late..then 20 minutes late..then 30..then 45..and so on, so forth, until my train was expected to be 80 minutes late. It may have been the cold, but I had never felt more homicidal than at that exact moment. Luckily, an ICE (direct) trian to Hamburg was coming through on the next platform at 3:37. After much pleading with the ticket taker on the ICE train (BEFORE it left), he agreed to let me take the ICE train without paying the fare diffrence (roughly 150 Euros..). I arrived in Hamburg 15 minutes AFTER my train to Padborg was supposed to depart. Lucky me, trains in Germany really hate leaving on time, and I was able to hop on, and STILL wait an hour before it departed. (Mr. Underhill, if you're reading this-you were wrong. Trains in Germany are late ALL THE TIME!) Finally, the train engine started up, and we were on our way. I shared a compartment with a German couple who found it quite novel that I could speak German. Needless to say, there was not much sleeping. When I finally arrived to Padborg, my train to Århus had already left (On time, imgaine that! You go Denmark!) I waited roughly another hour for the next train, with put me into Århus past 11 pm. Surprise, trains don't run to tiny towns that late. I found a cab to the Idrætshøjskolen, and turned up on Julia Taylors doorstep. I'm really lucky to have such good friends, who also happen to be major Handball studs! Congratulations JT!!! The next morning I hopped on a bus to the train station, missed my stop, walked back to the train station, and finally got on a train to Bjerringbro around noon- more or less bringing my totalt travel time between Berlin and Bjerringbro to 24 hours.
Wednesday brought my first handball game since I had hurt my knee, against the number one team in our league. It was an embarassing game for everyone on our team, losing 9-17. The only player on our team deserving any praise would be Chanel Turner, who tallied her first 2 Danish goals at right back. The rest of our team had trouble settling into a rythm, and therefore it was a selfish game with many opportunities missed because a player would shoot instead of passing. Coach Greg Morava, once told me "Handball is a game of opportunities" and with the amount of opportunities our team missed, it's no suprise that we lost.
Friday was another party at the Gymnasium, and the beginning of Halloween weekend for Team USA in Bjerringbro. We did not have classes on Friday, so Amber Turner, Jennie Bergsma, and I took the short trip to Viborg to finalize our Halloween costumes. After a day of searching, we happened upon a kids toy store which carried childrens costumes, just like those you would find in the US. A picture is worth a thousand words, and since this post isn't quite over..
After we got back from Viborg, we started getting ready for our Gymnasium party. It's still a trip to see the lunch lady tapping kegs to sell beer to students, but the loud euro-pop and laid back nature of the dances gives us a chance to connect with our Danish counterparts outside of Handball & School. Well, that, and I must say Amber Turner and I are pretty good dancers...
On Saturday, my host family-The Risgaards- hosted a Halloween party for BFH's U-16 Piger (The U-16 girls from my club.) It was alot of fun, and although the Americans were slightly dissappointed with the lack of Danish costumes, dance games on the Wii and good company more than made up for it.
After our Saturday night Danish Halloween, the Americans still had one thing to cover-real Halloween. A sad attempt at Trick-or-Treating wielded 1 bar of dark chocolate, and the 10 remaining cookies of a package of 50-yes, we marked it a success.
It has been a busy few weeks in Bjerringbro-Amber Turner, Gaby Rapp, Jennie Bergsma, and I traveled to North Carolina for 5 days mid-October to participate in the Womens National Team Try-out, as well as the Tar Heel Invitational womens handball tournament, hosted by UNC Team Handball. I was unable to play in neither the try-out nor the tournament, though there were moments where I was itching to rip off my brace, throw on some shorts and play some handball (Okay, when I say moments I mean the whole freaking time!) It was painful to have worked so hard in Denmark and not be able to show my improvements, but I still managed to learn quite a lot from watching. I was a part of of the new Handball club from Colorado, Dynamo HC, which gave me the chance to work with people who paved a road in the U.S for Womens Handball, such as Chryss Hires and Sam Jones, current Handball legends Anca Stevens, T Ebuwei, and Sarah Gascon, and future Handball heroes Stephanie Hesser and Sophie Fasold. Losing only twice, both times dropping close games to Alberta, Canada, Dyanmo took home Bronze medals.
After returning from North Carolina, I recieved some excellent news-I'm able to play Handball again! Through the obvious language barrier, there was a miscommunication, and I did not get an MRI as I thought I would, but the doctor gave me his tentative go-ahead to play, which I have taken full advantage of.
My doctors appointment was Friday morning, and Friday afternoon I was on my way to visit a family friend in Berlin. The trip to Berlin included a train from Bjerringbro to Århus, Århus to Padborg(where my train would be delayed enough to make me miss my connecting train in Hamburg), Padborg to Hamburg, and Hamburg to Berlin. From Århus on, each train ride averaged around 2 and a half hours. After arriving in Berlin, and some slight trouble actually meeting up with my friend, I was able to enjoy a relaxing weekend sightseeing, sleeping in, and just relaxing. Berlin was full of History, and it was great to finally see some of the sights I've heard so much about!
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| Krystal Treberg & I in front of the Brandenburger Tor |
Wednesday brought my first handball game since I had hurt my knee, against the number one team in our league. It was an embarassing game for everyone on our team, losing 9-17. The only player on our team deserving any praise would be Chanel Turner, who tallied her first 2 Danish goals at right back. The rest of our team had trouble settling into a rythm, and therefore it was a selfish game with many opportunities missed because a player would shoot instead of passing. Coach Greg Morava, once told me "Handball is a game of opportunities" and with the amount of opportunities our team missed, it's no suprise that we lost.
Friday was another party at the Gymnasium, and the beginning of Halloween weekend for Team USA in Bjerringbro. We did not have classes on Friday, so Amber Turner, Jennie Bergsma, and I took the short trip to Viborg to finalize our Halloween costumes. After a day of searching, we happened upon a kids toy store which carried childrens costumes, just like those you would find in the US. A picture is worth a thousand words, and since this post isn't quite over..
On Saturday, my host family-The Risgaards- hosted a Halloween party for BFH's U-16 Piger (The U-16 girls from my club.) It was alot of fun, and although the Americans were slightly dissappointed with the lack of Danish costumes, dance games on the Wii and good company more than made up for it.
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| Not the last time our costumes would be put to use... |
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| 3 costumes...3 Americans...Apparently overly-teased hair counts as a costume in Denmark. |
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| Myself with Sofie Lauge |
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| Wii Just Dance-Cotton Eyed Joe. |
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| Food-the perfect way to attract teenage athletes. |
Well, That's all for now, folks!
I'll try to send up another quick update tomorrow after our game in Viborg!
Go BFH!
NOTE: While I was in North Carolina, I got the chance to meet many people who have been following my blog through the USATH website. It definitely motivates me knowing that I'm entertaining someone besides my mom and my grandpa, and possibly providing insight to USATH youth thinking about travelling abroad for training in the future.
Thanks, guys!
Monday, October 11, 2010
27-6 Løvskal, 9-13 Overlund F
First off, let me apologize for the space in between my updates. Between school, handball, and the fact that everything now takes me 3 times longer to do it (keep reading!), I have not had much time to update.
2 weeks ago, Amber Turner and I were lucky enough to get to go visit a good friend of ours in Århus, Julia Taylor. I shared a room with JT this summer during our training camp in Colorado Springs, and it was great to see another familiar, English speaking face! JT is training seriously for handball at the (try and sound this out) Idrætshøjskolen in Århus. October 1-3 was the schools "Family & Friends Weekend," so Amber & I gladly made the trip to act as JT's family, spending Saturday night with her in her dorm room. We met lots of people from all over the world, including members of Men's National Teams from Iceland, Great Britain, Estonia, and Kenya as well as handball and soccer players from Denmark, Norway, Ghana, Germany, Luxembourg, and Brazil. All the people were incredibly friendly towards the "American Girls," so we felt plenty at home.
JT met us at the train station in Århus, and we did a little shopping and looking around before heading back to the school. We always seem to make interesting friends in Dowtown Århus...
After our night with Julia, Amber and I had to get a move on Sunday morning to get back to Bjerringbro to meet for our game against Løvskal. We made it, and went on to a 27-6 route of Løvskal. This was not a completely positive occasion, however, because after a slightly more than 'controversial' 2-minute suspension awarded to me for fixing my shirt, and missing not 1, but 2 embarassing free shots, I twisted my knee awkwardly in the final minute of the game. This resulted in my first trip to a European Hospital! (NOTE: I was given pain medication, got X-rays, and received a brace & crutches in under 3 hours-my quickest roundtrip in the ER, EVER-Woo Danish Health Care!) I'm out of handball, wearing a brace that makes my left leg look bionic, and on crutches for 2 weeks (1 down, 1 to go!) until they will re-assess. This, sadly, does mean my trip to North Carolina for the Pan American team try-out and Tar Heel Invitational tournament will be only as a spectator..
This last weekend, however, has been fully positive! (Not saying that I didn't have fun in Århus with JT and Amber! I love you both!) My host Mother, Helle, Stine, and I ventured into Viborg on Saturday to do a little shopping, and visit the biggest store I have EVER seen. This Wal-Mart meets Costco meets JC Penny's type store was probably the size of 2 or 3 American Football fields-HUGE! I got some socks (Europe has given me a new obsession) and a new release movie for the equivalent of 8.00 USD.
After our shopping excursion, we made it back to Bjerringbro to watch my team play Overlund F, again, this time for real. Sadly, this game did not go as expected. We started out slowly, unable to find a rhythm in offense or defense, and found ourselves too far behind to catch up. It was not a good game for anyone, and in the end Overlund F came away with the win, 9-13. It was a bummer watching my team struggle on our home court and not be able to play, but in 7 days, you best better believe I will be out there again! On a happier note, our team was able to reschedule this game for a Saturday so Chanel Turner, who cannot play Sundays due to religious reasons, was able to play! : )
Tomorrow, Gaby Rapp, Jennie Bergsma, and I will hop on our plane to North Carolina! We're all very excited to go back to the States for just a few days.
Also, if you are following this blog on it's original server-blogger.com- and not the USATH site, please take a few minutes to sign up as a follower! I'd really appreciate it, as I know I'm writing for more than 6 people, and I'd like to know who my audience is. Towards the top of the page, on the left hand side, under the title, you're given the option to sign up with your Google account. If you do not have a google account, click 'sign in' and then 'create a new google account' Thanks Guys! : )
2 weeks ago, Amber Turner and I were lucky enough to get to go visit a good friend of ours in Århus, Julia Taylor. I shared a room with JT this summer during our training camp in Colorado Springs, and it was great to see another familiar, English speaking face! JT is training seriously for handball at the (try and sound this out) Idrætshøjskolen in Århus. October 1-3 was the schools "Family & Friends Weekend," so Amber & I gladly made the trip to act as JT's family, spending Saturday night with her in her dorm room. We met lots of people from all over the world, including members of Men's National Teams from Iceland, Great Britain, Estonia, and Kenya as well as handball and soccer players from Denmark, Norway, Ghana, Germany, Luxembourg, and Brazil. All the people were incredibly friendly towards the "American Girls," so we felt plenty at home.
JT met us at the train station in Århus, and we did a little shopping and looking around before heading back to the school. We always seem to make interesting friends in Dowtown Århus...
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| Amber Turner & I |
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| Julia Taylor |
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| Myself with Ben 10 |
This last weekend, however, has been fully positive! (Not saying that I didn't have fun in Århus with JT and Amber! I love you both!) My host Mother, Helle, Stine, and I ventured into Viborg on Saturday to do a little shopping, and visit the biggest store I have EVER seen. This Wal-Mart meets Costco meets JC Penny's type store was probably the size of 2 or 3 American Football fields-HUGE! I got some socks (Europe has given me a new obsession) and a new release movie for the equivalent of 8.00 USD.
After our shopping excursion, we made it back to Bjerringbro to watch my team play Overlund F, again, this time for real. Sadly, this game did not go as expected. We started out slowly, unable to find a rhythm in offense or defense, and found ourselves too far behind to catch up. It was not a good game for anyone, and in the end Overlund F came away with the win, 9-13. It was a bummer watching my team struggle on our home court and not be able to play, but in 7 days, you best better believe I will be out there again! On a happier note, our team was able to reschedule this game for a Saturday so Chanel Turner, who cannot play Sundays due to religious reasons, was able to play! : )
Tomorrow, Gaby Rapp, Jennie Bergsma, and I will hop on our plane to North Carolina! We're all very excited to go back to the States for just a few days.
Also, if you are following this blog on it's original server-blogger.com- and not the USATH site, please take a few minutes to sign up as a follower! I'd really appreciate it, as I know I'm writing for more than 6 people, and I'd like to know who my audience is. Towards the top of the page, on the left hand side, under the title, you're given the option to sign up with your Google account. If you do not have a google account, click 'sign in' and then 'create a new google account' Thanks Guys! : )
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Pictures of our game vs. Overlund
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| Warming up- 7 meters |
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| Half Time-Bjerringbro Blue! |
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| Despite how it looks, I am NOT arguing with the ref (dommer) |
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| Defense |
Bjerringbro FH for the win! 13-9
We had our first 'practice match' as Bjerringbro FH U16 Team 2, and it went quite well. With the help of the Team 1 goalie and right back, we pulled ourselves together in the second half to pull aherad in a close game. Due to personal conflicts for Jennie Bergsma and Chanel Turner, and lack of a goalie, we borrowed from Team 1 to field the minimum 7 players needed for a game (6 field players-1 goalie.) It was a rough first half personally, as there was some adaption needed-I'm so used to playing a team my size! Our team had a small problem with 2-minute suspensions, two players-including myself-rounding up two in the first half. The second half, however was much better. The 'first game jitters' seemed to calm down and I was able to settle into my game, despite lack of substitutes. I managed to score 3 or 4 goals, drew two 7-meter penalty shots and definitely felt an improvement in my game. I found myself moving or "peevotting"(Julio!) much quicker, and my positioning in the circle (Stregspiller) was much better. My favorite moments of the game we probably catching the ball with my left hand, spinning while transitioning to my right, and shooting (it went in, but was wrongfully called a turnover,) and a few 'American-on-American' plays between Amber Turner and I.
The Danish game is much different from what both Amber & I were used to, as Danes tend to prefer setting up a play than looking for a fast break, and offensive & defensive play was much less aggressive. On the offensive side, it is much less likely for a Danish U16 player to come past the 7 meter line to hit you or wrap you up, if at all. My Danish mother explained that the younger players focus much more on the technical skills, and the physical aggresiveness comes later on. Defense, on the other hand, had many more similarities to the play we were used to, differing mostly in the speed of attack and not moving much past the 7 meter, if straying from the 6 at all. We did learn a LOT in our game, though, and overall it was a success-especially the second half, when it all seemed to come together.
Now, it's time to relax the swollen knees & elbows (and NOT SWOLLEN ankles, I love modern medical braces!) and watch Norway play Romania in the GF World Cup final. NORGE! NORGE! NORGE!
The Danish game is much different from what both Amber & I were used to, as Danes tend to prefer setting up a play than looking for a fast break, and offensive & defensive play was much less aggressive. On the offensive side, it is much less likely for a Danish U16 player to come past the 7 meter line to hit you or wrap you up, if at all. My Danish mother explained that the younger players focus much more on the technical skills, and the physical aggresiveness comes later on. Defense, on the other hand, had many more similarities to the play we were used to, differing mostly in the speed of attack and not moving much past the 7 meter, if straying from the 6 at all. We did learn a LOT in our game, though, and overall it was a success-especially the second half, when it all seemed to come together.
Now, it's time to relax the swollen knees & elbows (and NOT SWOLLEN ankles, I love modern medical braces!) and watch Norway play Romania in the GF World Cup final. NORGE! NORGE! NORGE!
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