Football Madness

Today I realise, football is a men's game. Not trying to be sexist (I can feel thousand pairs of women's eyes staring at me furiously), but when it comes to physical term, I feel it's kinda true, not?

Was supposed to go for football in Hyde Park yesterday right after the guys' last paper, but our "Mourinho Tan" aka Vilex was too sleepy for even a casual kick about. I was kinda disappointed because I was already warming up in front of my com before their return. Hahaha... So now you know how free I am now... Kakakaka...

But oh well, we ended up going to Misato, and then Hard Rock Casino. I was glad I did some donation to the "charity". -_- Darn...

Anyway, we sticked to our postponed football plan today. Not only we sticked to it, we somehow "oversticked" to it. lol.

So there were 5 of us: Patrick, Wee Yow, Yinky, Vilex and I. We had a 2 vs 2 + a goalkeeper game among ourselves for almost an hour. Yea I know its pathetic we didn't even have enough people to at least play a 3 vs 3.

We played until we almost puked. Think it was because we haven't been coming out for exercises for about, a month plus or so. I was actually worried that I would get cramped (I skipped my warm up today kekeke) but fortunately, I didn't. And the clumsy little me, was lucky enough not spraining my ankle (again).

On our way back to puke, we met Julian (senior) and a friend of his playing football as well. More pathetic, 2 of them. So actually it wasn't that bad for us.

So guess what? Yeah we ended up playing a 3 vs 4, despite the fact that we were almost drained out.

Just when we were about to feel like puking again because of our lack of stamina, a bunch of guys came and invited us to play together. We were cursing behind why didn't they come like, 2 hours earlier? Damn we were already drained out completely!

And what? We played with them again for 1 hour plus.

That's when I had a massive clash with a size-R guy. R stands for Rugby. And after the clash, I had a dramatic fall and rolled on the grass. At that moment, I finally understood why Drogba had those dramatic falls so often. It's real, trust me, he wasn't faking. Because I wasn't too.

We clashed on each other when both of us were running for the ball. People who play sports with me would know I run recklessly (like a fly without its head) and so as the R.
Momentum = mv
Force = ma
The impact was massive, and I hurt my thigh by hitting his hip bone. Ouch!!!

Let me give you some idea of the picture of the clash between a small guy and a R guy.

Our size difference is something like this:

Ok well maybe not such a drastic difference.

Look at this guy below:

Don't ask me why he was wearing goggles on the picture. A long story. But look at his size.

Not clear? Let's have a comparison:

That's Cheryl with Patrick. So you roughly know how gigantic Patrick is.

The R guy, is bigger than him. -_-

After the clash, I lied on the grass for a while, and could barely run and play again. The fatigue + pain on my thigh was killing me but I truly enjoy the football game (freaking 3 hours!!!) today! Though we were owned like crazy by those guys. Geeesh...

Now, I am feeling worse. The fatigue. The pain on my thigh. And, the indigested Super Size XL Double Whopper Value Meal is flowing around in my stomach. Urgh... and feel like sleeping too.

But I don't plan to sleep so early. Jasmine's "Sleep Early Rise Early" theory doesn't work on me. =P

Before I end, there is another indoor football session in Wilson House tomorrow. I seriously feel that it's quite possible we will end up going there again, in spite of the fact that all of us were already walking like terkangkang tortoise to BK just now.

That's what we call, football madness. =)

Fitness Level - [III 2% ] *recharging*