We had more shoots, more control of the game, more free kicks, more dribbles, more magic, more admiration from the crowd and the referee, we were frendlier, we were much better looking (so my wife always says), we smelt better, but one things we had less... goals. And that was all that mattered.
Well…we started with more goals but then…disaster! Like an old Batman movies, the onomatopoeias keep coming. It was a sequence of “Bams!” “Kapows!” and “Whacks!” that even Robin “the boy wonder” could not save us. I'm still not sure about why it happened but as far as my eyes could see it was a pandemonium…people running everywhere, pregnant ladies running for shelter, women in their prams protecting their babies, grown up man crying, a group of punks running to save their lives… it was horrible to watch.
After refleting a bit I came to one conclusion: The blues lost because someone spilled mud in our way" .In 3 minutes we went from Godzilla’s to a group of scared ants that were following a queue. Once mud hit our path we wondered around the court in search for that signal that would bring us back to our positions. Unfortunately, when we got the signal and found the line again, the pic nic was already over.
In all honesty, we didn’t play well as a team tonight. We lacked that: “Where are we going today?” before the game chat and the “How can we get to the picnic now that there is that huge pile of mud on the way” during half time. We maybe need to arrive a little earlier so we can make a plan and organise the queue. During half time maybe we should congregate together and chat about the path to reach the pic nic safely. This way maybe there will be a huge chocolate mud cake at the end of the rug for all of us and less “Kapows!”
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