Tuesday, January 23, 2007
i like to soccer VS FC Kebab (21 Jan 2007)
happy new year everyone.
and what a new year it's been.
spent the first day of the 07 atop a mountain, among ancient ruins, built hundreds of years ago.
bitching about the american on our tour.
how profound yet trivial.
sounds like life.
how bitchy.
truth to tell it wasn't ME, per se, bitching about him. it was the two aussie girls.
all i remember was the flashback to when our inca trail group were saddling up to go to the start of the trail, and brought in our very compact, below 5 kg, duffle bags, with a few t shirts and essentials.
the american guy comes with a bag BURSTING at the seams.
gets told to open the bag.
he pulls out a plastic bag, with 3 HUGE bottles of God-knows-what.
...
only in america.
so this was the first match with most of our team members present.
and what a match!
not only did we actually win, we made it to double digits!
and here i was expecting to get a BEATING, metaphorically and physically.
this is the team who, last time we played, had lotsa ethnic subs, equally ethnic and glamorous female cheer squad, causing all the guys' blood to boil.
and hormones raging, the pummeled us.
bad.
lotsa red cards were handed out that night.
and lotsa asian ass was kicked too.
but this time they fronted up with ONE measly sub.
ok he wasn't that measly.
actually he was quite huge.
i actually BOUNCED off him, while playing.
*boing*
and ONE cheer squad.
needless to say, the players were stripped of their manhood.
they had no cheer squad.
no subs.
and not much dignity either.
getting all pissed off and slamming their hands on doors and playing dirty as usual.
firstly, must say the goalies had a fantastic game.
many a ball was saved.
peter, i must admit, is becoming VERY adept at reading the play fast.
as soon as he gets the ball in his hands, he's already building up the momentum and passing the ball to our players.
nice peter!
equally nice skills are zens.
and liangs.
realised they both do this funny fake kick.
in exactly the same way.
you watch them and do a double take "was that zen or liang"...
oh well they're asian, they may as well be the same.
and every now and then liang does this funny thing where he just BOOTS the crap out of the ball, in the general direction of the goal.
it almost always, hits the net about 4 metres from the ground (read : nowhere near the goal)
but you have to applaud his try.
and an indoor soccer game is never complete without daz tripping over himself.
this time it was backwards, over his own feet.
(i've been told that it's happened forwards before too)...
but that just shows how much daz is into the game.
he ain't half assed and blase about it.
he goes for every ball, had many shots on goal.
...
ok i CBB posting the rest of this entry.
point is, we won.
thrashed 'em.
they deserved it.
and what a new year it's been.
spent the first day of the 07 atop a mountain, among ancient ruins, built hundreds of years ago.
bitching about the american on our tour.
how profound yet trivial.
sounds like life.
how bitchy.
truth to tell it wasn't ME, per se, bitching about him. it was the two aussie girls.
all i remember was the flashback to when our inca trail group were saddling up to go to the start of the trail, and brought in our very compact, below 5 kg, duffle bags, with a few t shirts and essentials.
the american guy comes with a bag BURSTING at the seams.
gets told to open the bag.
he pulls out a plastic bag, with 3 HUGE bottles of God-knows-what.
...
only in america.
so this was the first match with most of our team members present.
and what a match!
not only did we actually win, we made it to double digits!
and here i was expecting to get a BEATING, metaphorically and physically.
this is the team who, last time we played, had lotsa ethnic subs, equally ethnic and glamorous female cheer squad, causing all the guys' blood to boil.
and hormones raging, the pummeled us.
bad.
lotsa red cards were handed out that night.
and lotsa asian ass was kicked too.
but this time they fronted up with ONE measly sub.
ok he wasn't that measly.
actually he was quite huge.
i actually BOUNCED off him, while playing.
*boing*
and ONE cheer squad.
needless to say, the players were stripped of their manhood.
they had no cheer squad.
no subs.
and not much dignity either.
getting all pissed off and slamming their hands on doors and playing dirty as usual.
firstly, must say the goalies had a fantastic game.
many a ball was saved.
peter, i must admit, is becoming VERY adept at reading the play fast.
as soon as he gets the ball in his hands, he's already building up the momentum and passing the ball to our players.
nice peter!
equally nice skills are zens.
and liangs.
realised they both do this funny fake kick.
in exactly the same way.
you watch them and do a double take "was that zen or liang"...
oh well they're asian, they may as well be the same.
and every now and then liang does this funny thing where he just BOOTS the crap out of the ball, in the general direction of the goal.
it almost always, hits the net about 4 metres from the ground (read : nowhere near the goal)
but you have to applaud his try.
and an indoor soccer game is never complete without daz tripping over himself.
this time it was backwards, over his own feet.
(i've been told that it's happened forwards before too)...
but that just shows how much daz is into the game.
he ain't half assed and blase about it.
he goes for every ball, had many shots on goal.
...
ok i CBB posting the rest of this entry.
point is, we won.
thrashed 'em.
they deserved it.
