Battered and Bruised - and a little envious.

We lost in the quarter-finals of the futsal comp, for the second comp running. It's annoying, we should've won but were a bit unlucky, but we played better this time around than we did in the last tournament, so we can hold our heads a little higher.

At last count, I have one broken toe nail, 6 blisters of varying sizes and at different stages of their 'life cycle' i.e., still watery to popped, and 6 bruises on my legs. Oh, and a bung knee, and sore hip. They are mostly the culmination of an intensive week of futsal, although the knee thing has been coming and going, and the toe nail was cracked almost a month ago... But with all the bruises on my legs, I probably have no choice but to wear pants to my interview on Tuesday. Thankfully, the other parts that I cannot cover (like my face) are unharmed.

I managed to score 2 goals in the first game, where we thrashed our poor opposition team 6-0. Shoulda saved the 'goal credits' for a game when we really needed to score, like the quarters. I think I need to learn to dribble the ball. But not too much. Don't want to be one of those annoying folks who think dribbling is the answer to everything, and never pass the ball :)

Whenever I go for futsal, a lot of the boyfriends/husbands of my teammates are there. They are lucky that they have someone to give some moral support. And on days like today, every boyfriend and/or husband was there. And some friends of my teammates. Even quite a few of the guys who help coach the team were there. All sorts of people except those who are supposed to be my nearest and dearest.