I feel rather depressed lately. That was why I wasn't expecting a good game yesterday evening.
Quite a good crowd turned up so much so that we had to split into three teams and rotation of teams is on a one-goal knockout basis. The Commercial guys formed a team while I teamed up with Kian "Lampard" Tiong, Maurice aka Zizou and Jeremy aka Fabregas. My team was on paper far and away the strongest team despite only having 4 players compared the rest who had 5.
We won most of our matches but I did not enjoy myself. I hit three goals and set up two more. Halfway through, I sat out one of the matches, citing "fatigue". I just couldn't play on.
The Commercial guys were playing real rough. I locked boots with one of them as he was about to shoot, there was a loud clack. I was later to realise (upon getting home) that I have a huge blood clot on my right toe. Another launched a hard kick on my right shin. Lampard was roughly jousted onto the hard ground and had bloodied teeth. Most of us were shoved one way or another or had our jerseys tugged.
Normally when I face a rough opponent, I will keep my temper and answer them in the best way: by scoring. But yesterday I displayed my ugly Hyde. I wanted to hurt them so badly; I threw a couple of elbows, shoved, kicked wildly and tugged and even mouthed the F word. I think I need a break to rediscover myself (which is ironic since I just came back from Aussie).
After the game, I sat down in a playground and stayed there for almost an hour. I sorted out my thoughts and went home.
Let's hope everything turns out fine tomorrow.
Quite a good crowd turned up so much so that we had to split into three teams and rotation of teams is on a one-goal knockout basis. The Commercial guys formed a team while I teamed up with Kian "Lampard" Tiong, Maurice aka Zizou and Jeremy aka Fabregas. My team was on paper far and away the strongest team despite only having 4 players compared the rest who had 5.
We won most of our matches but I did not enjoy myself. I hit three goals and set up two more. Halfway through, I sat out one of the matches, citing "fatigue". I just couldn't play on.
The Commercial guys were playing real rough. I locked boots with one of them as he was about to shoot, there was a loud clack. I was later to realise (upon getting home) that I have a huge blood clot on my right toe. Another launched a hard kick on my right shin. Lampard was roughly jousted onto the hard ground and had bloodied teeth. Most of us were shoved one way or another or had our jerseys tugged.
Normally when I face a rough opponent, I will keep my temper and answer them in the best way: by scoring. But yesterday I displayed my ugly Hyde. I wanted to hurt them so badly; I threw a couple of elbows, shoved, kicked wildly and tugged and even mouthed the F word. I think I need a break to rediscover myself (which is ironic since I just came back from Aussie).
After the game, I sat down in a playground and stayed there for almost an hour. I sorted out my thoughts and went home.
Let's hope everything turns out fine tomorrow.
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