I played soccer yesterday, with Tony (a group member) and a few of his mates. Not since year seven have I played the world game. I remember back then, I was the “go-to-boy” because I was the only one who can kick straight. Yes, that definitely demonstrated our lack of talent. Our team didn’t consist of anyone with a soccer/sports background, other than Daniel Gray (or Danielle Gay, as the bullies called him) and me. Our team was known as the wooden spooners. Indeed, that was the case for the majority of the tournament; scorelines of 10-0, 5-0, and even 12-0 were common. However, we did win one game. That was against my old school - Woree State School. We expected another demoralising defeat. After all, Woree was a school that produced elite athletes and was known for its bad-ass reputation. Intimidating was synonymous with Woree. But to the delight of the crowd (about 20 people), it was one of the greatest soccer games during the inter-school sports tournament. It was a team of unknowns against a team of superiority. And it was a team of underdogs against a team of great athleticism. The final score was 2-1, in favour of Bentley Park College (my school at the time). And yes, I scored those two goals; one went through a sea of legs before hitting the back of the net, causing wild celebrations (Daniel picked me up and hugged me for what seemed an eternity - perhaps the bullies were right about his last name). We finally had something to smile about.
As for yesterday, it showed that I was rusty in both defence and attack. I was never a real threat when I was playing in the midfield and forward line; nor was I effective in defence. As time went by, I noticed my teammates didn’t really pass me the ball anymore. I guess times have changed. But in saying that, I almost scored two goals. In the end, I pulled out due to blisters and a sore knee (from an accidental collision). I think I prefer my rugby league and touch football. I asked Tony how I went, and he gave me a 7 out of 10. Not bad hey?
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