i have yet to write the repot for soccer on thursday, but i will put the over view on this for starters. we played hopetoun first off. i was voted captain for both matches. we had 4-3-3 to mix it up a litte. me and benny (the renowned 'black assassins') played right and left wing. the other on baller for the game was jackson. joe, lucas, skinner & lach all were our defense. and we had pondy, knobby and dezza on the attack. that left big davis in goals.... out first goal against hopetoun fell when one of the hopetoun boys tried to clear the ball and kicked it as hard as they could, but the ball hit knobby in the face and rebounded in to the net. the nest goal fell for us when pondy fired one in from mid range. by the end we were 2-0 and on top of the world. we really didn't give a fuck how bad we beat hopetoun. we are all mates with them, so it was just a school yard match. next we took birchip on. the match ended in being a 3 all draw. fuck i tried my guts off in that match. we played 4-4-2 for that match.and some how all our on ballers were pulled to out back line, and me and knobby got pushed forward. the blokes that scored for us in that match was dezza and pondy. pondy got 2 beautfiul penatlies and dezz got a nice round house slam in. we ended up cuming second, after a count back was done, it was found that birchip scored 3-0 against hopetoun, so they won by 1 goal. i was a little bummed that we came so close but got our feet pulled from under us at the last push. but thats the way life treats ya. i watched a movie once..it said something like this- "there are events that everybody has to live through to gain a better understand on why they are here. going through teething, losing your virginity, losing important sporting matches and growing old are all on the list." it's true (about losing sporting matches). u have to lose and know how it feels to be able to know how it really feels to win. there is always next year. how did i play? i would say very good. i have nothing to prove to anyone here, so what would be the point of me lying. i made up my mind many months ago that this diary is gunna be for my family. what would be the point of me making shit up about soccer matches that won't even matter in 10 years time!? so i will tell the truth. i played good. i had my bung ankle strapped tight and not a care in the world when i was out there. my passing was accurate and my forward pushes were strong. i let my self down with the old stamina, but that can only be improved on next time. i was more than happy with the way i perfomed. i have always found it unreal and almost religious the way that when i play sport i lose all thought of the outside world. all that matters is whats in the court or field. i forget all my imperfections and all my worries, and get fully absorbed into the game. i find myself worring of only the set time limit of the game. nothing else matters. the 90mins, 15mins, 16secs...what eva...is mine to do what i want in. i only act with what i know i can do...no one else is telling me what i can do. sure the coach or captain might put me sum where and tell me to perform a certain way, but it's me, all me, that ultimately knows my next move or capability. it's beautiful. i have been addicted since i was young. and will be for many years. there is always next year to win the soccer. and i will be there- rain, hail or shine.