Ouuch...it hurts

[Cracking sound]

I can hear my lower part of my knee gave away as I fell awkwardly on the turf. Shit…after a miniscule 2 minutes of the first game I’m out of the tourney already. All the 3 Saturdays of practice went out the window coz I don’t think I can continue.

It’s really a drag coz this our ’89 team came prepared for the annual SMSAH futsal tourney for my secondary school alumni. We wanted to reach at least the quartersemi-final this time around. By the way we have been practising, reaching the quarterfinals is not something impossible.

Finally, despite a major improvement from last year, our team failed to qualify for the semi-final due to goal difference. If only we’d won against the team one year our junior, we would have proceeded. Well, one positive thing that came out from this tourney was that we beat last year’s champion (they however, won the finals for this year’s tourney).

Like the year before, after the game, we went for a get-together for a meal and this time around it’s at the banana leaf restaurant at Jalan Gasing. After, 2 kilos of fried shrimp (yup, 2 kilos) everybody went home except me who went to the nearest hospital to have my knee x-ray’ed.