The Lynx Roars - A Gibraltar Lynx FC Story
Harry Garcia had his players gathered in front of him. The match against Lincoln FC was two days away and his squad was well up for it. The local sporting press had started somewhat of a feeding frenzy, in fact no one could remember such a buzz surrounding a local league match. The interest was understandable with the high stakes at play. A pot of around £300,000 awaited the league champions, as well as the Promised Land of Champions League Qualifiers. Indeed both clubs stood at the threshold of History.
'Well boys, there it is,' intoned Harry. 'Bet 365 has Lincoln as favourites.' He let the squad assimilate that. Some faces showed signs of stress and worry, Harry knew who to drop. Other faces showed steel and determination, and it was Payas who spoke up.
'Gaffer we'll stuff it to them.' Turning to the team he said, 'boys whose top of the league? Who's already beaten Lincoln? Lynx that's who. We, you have beaten Lincoln once and we can beat them again! Lets play football on Tuesdays and Wednesdays rather than watching it on television.' He went on for a while longer and Harry let him, pride swelled at his breast to see this player he'd met as a shy retiring boy blossom into a leader of men.
As the meeting concluded and the players headed home, indeed some had shift work to attend to, Harry was left to ponder what the match would bring. Barcelo had failed a fitness test that afternoon meaning he was still out. Harding still had at least a fortnight out. He'd been thinking about shifting to a 4-5-1 for this match. Playing Bacarese with Payas and Gavisio seemed a good way of stifling Lincoln's attacking players. However as an avid reader of Sun Tsu and his Art of War he was conscious of making his enemy react to him and not vica versa. Lincoln had spent years dominating the league, they were not accustomed to having the game taken to them. Lynx would attack. Cabrera would be motivated against his old team while Marquez would be eyeing a spot in the international squad for the Euro 2016 qualifiers.
'Yes,' he mused to himself, 'El Lince will bar its claws and attack...'