Superstar..

Thats what mos ppl hu i play futsal with call me.. not my boys of course.. to my boys im just a good player.. with my boys its like.. umm.. how do i put it.. its like when you eat a delicacy over and over again.. its no longer a delicacy.. its the norm.. so yaa..

I think they call me superstar cos they cant pronounce or remember my name.. heck i aint complaining.. my nick name on the football team in high school was mouse.. cos with my speed id pop outta places n stuff.. so superstar def. BIG improvement!

Anyway, today Ahmed forced me to play in this weekly tourny they organize.. i was def. his last resort cos he was literally at my doorstep begging me to play.. i was declining in my chuddi outside my door the whole time, but he outside the grill was only gna accept one answer.. and apart from futsal i oredy give in really easy.. so for futsal.. it wasnt hard to convince me.

I made it there on time, was a short wait for our first game.. looked like Ahmed couldnt sum up his usual dream team, was a bunch a no1's on our side against a star studded side.. no need for names cos you prolly wouldnt cross check n e way, although you can take my word for it.

10 mins, two halves.. you gotta win two games to progress.. simple enough..
I was having a ball as usual.. shouting orders out even though i didnt know my team as well as i would usually.. thing is when it comes to futsal.. team work is crucial.. as is individual performance.. team play always boots a ball hog wannabe hero!

I scored from an assist for Captian Ahmed who toiled on the wings.. i was make shift defender and attacking midfield.. my favourite.. i enjoi stealing the ball from the opposition and then planting it at the feet of the attackers to slot it home.. but this time it was me slamming it in since it was a counter.

As talented as these lads are.. they have very sensitive attitudes and almost zero technique.. during opposition goal kicks their backs are still facing the balls and when possession is lost they hardly make an attempt to play defense.. its not their fault, its just habit.. so having me on the pitch theres a repetitive shout of "back bitches!!! BACK!!!" to remind them we gotta win the ball back!

I was subbed out about 3 mins in the second half.. i had no complaints dead tired from a long day.. in came Ali, full of flair and style.. seven mins later we ran out emphatic winner 8-0.. since of the opposition players had a lil pitch fit and walked out on his team mates.. the goals were pretty much raining since we were 5 and them 4 lads on the pitch.. but hey.. not like we aint gna savour the win!

Second match i didnt start.. but i didnt care.. happy to not be on my feet.. and esp. not running around on the pitch.. 1st half over.. score reads 4-3.. yap.. pretty eventful.. we were down 2-0.. managed to take the lead 3-2.. but Mohd's team somehow got back into it..

With about 3 mins to go i was subbed in.. as i took my stride through into the pitch.. ball rolls towards me.. step up slam a beau left legged bullet in.. ive always not been able to happily celebrate an equalizer.. its all or noting for me.. 

Next min.. another loose ball.. another slammer with me left leg.. another goal.. woohoo.. winner for me.. what i didnt kno was God was going to gift the opposition two soft goals for us to eat dirt in the las min..

Although in my defense the decisions were EXTREMELY dodgy.. in the las min, Ahmed was being kicked by the defenders like a black dood being assaulted by the cops.. was just appauling that nothing were fouls.. eventually after knocking out countless shins.. they got their goals.. *shrug* not in our power really..

O well.. another day.. another match.. inevitable blistering, flashy goals.. what can i say.. Superstar.. =)

RR