The Saturday before last ended with me bleeding, sweating and gasping for air on the ground twisted up like Jim Carey when he fell off the airplane terminal port in Dumb and Dumber. I've been playing for the twelve and thirteen year old team in the Streets Cup and...it's been hard. We've been getting creamed and I've found increasingly wanting to get these guys a win. It was no luck again at the end of last Saturday and I was actually really upset about it but I found consolation in the words of one of my team-mates, 12 year old Victor. As we left the field I said "Victor, we lost" and dogonit if he didn't reply with (the swahili equivalent of) "Don't worry, we'll get em' next time." Sometimes you learn something yourself
Sorry I've been so bad at this blog thing but I'm in the process of doing profiles of players on the team. Thank you so much for reading
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