Well it wasn't too bad, I didn't get hurt for a change.
The important thing is we won 5-4 (1 goal from me!) and we were playing 5 a side, which is an absolute bitch because you are running like a bastard the whole time.
Playing in those conditions its easy to get carried away and try to REALLY give a 110%. My team mate Ross decided that with 5 minutes to go while we were 5 - 3, that Tyson must not score a goal that still would have meant we would have won (if you follow my meaning... it wasn't that big a deal if Tyson scored).
So in a last ditch attempt, Ross slides in to bloke the ball and collects himself on the goal post, and let the goal through anyway...
Poor old Ross, a very nasty cut and a trip to the hospital for stiches. The lesson here is that saturday soccer is all about fun, its about forgetting your troubles for a while and enjoying the company of your friends.
From time to time, its okay to let a goal through.
Ross should be back in action in a week or two.
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- BubbaJay
- Suave raconteur and dinner party favourite. Once held the Olympic torch, has delivered newspapers to prime ministers, shaken hands with Prince Charles, wrecked Jason Donovan's skateboard, climbed 300 metre granite cliff faces, surfed with dolphins, appears on community radio and is in demand for these and the accounts of other thrilling exploits!
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