Been a pretty crazy 2 weeks or so for me - not much in term of work (logistics industry slowing down due to the lackluster American economy causing the usually busy Christmas season to be quiet) but because of futsal. Been training hard for a competition and trying to loose more weight to gain my stamina and pace back.
I've been finding it hard to keep pace with the 2 hours training session twice a week. Well, my recovery power ain't exactly the same as when i was in my 20's and the fact that i just play futsal casually once a week is not helping my cause one lil bit. Been having pretty bad feeling about the competition as i do not like to join any with out proper training (only trained one month prior to it - no where near ideal preparation) and not knowing your opponents. My worst fears are confirmed when i was told there will be teams with African and Middle Eastern players - they are big, fast, skillful and physical.
I am not looking forward to waking up this coming early Saturday morning and drag my arse out of bed to go to Kajang for the competition. Well, everyone's been saying we need to be positive and take it as a team. Well, if you know futsal and the team enough like me, then its easier said then done. Looks like it's the famous "park ya team bus in front of goal" approach for us and hope to gain something by counter attacking to nick a goal or two.
So much for the church organised friendly competition and this thing is getting serious. Well, i will be praying for devine intervention to see us through to at least the knockout stages inorder to not make an arse out of ourselves and the sponsor on our shirts. If there's ever a footballing god, we'll need all your help!
-JonC-
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aiyah, relek la. Just score a couple of yer trademark scissir kicks, kau tim la. . .
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Scissor kick tarak lah! Summersault and fall flat on ya arse got lah. I just kena one last night in the last training for Sat: went flying and tumbling after i lost my footing will running down the by-line as a winger. All i got was a bruised ego, 2 carpet burn on me left knee and a slightly swollen and blu-black right knee. Fooking hate turf with too much of those loose recycled rubber thingy - totally no grip even with turf boots.
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