I don’t care.
You’ve got to be kidding me!
Two quotes from two different games but two magnanimous decisions.
I don’t care.
You’ve got to be kidding me!
Two quotes from two different games but two magnanimous decisions.
Ooof. What can I possibly say here?
Yes, I’ve revived a bit with blogging. Free time during travel has afforded me that luxury. The last three months have been Continue reading
My heart was beating fast. It was make or break today. It was the last game of football of the year. My last shot. I needed the pass if I wanted to get to the next level.
It was 9pm on Monday night. I had my forehead leaning on the glass as the rain was pounding outside. I wasn’t in a great mood.
Had I made the wrong decision?
I was in the gym pondering the Sunday morning game.
I hope you’re being evaluated. That’s shocking.
It’s not often I take a weekday game but Thursday was an exception.
“You haven’t passed your assessment”
I was sitting on the other side of the bench with both legs on either side and Continue reading
I came into Day 4 with three goals:
This was a nerve-wracking day. They would Continue reading
As you may have noticed, I’m far behind on blog posts. As a result, I’ve decided to tell this story in flashback because there are tales and stories to tell about the last six months. I will tag posts and title them with Past/Present as we jump back-and-forth.
I begin with a jump to the present after my last post about the Super Cup almost 12,000km away.
It was a relaxing start to the day because I had plenty of time before my games. I was initially afraid I had arrived late because the dressing room was empty. I frantically got changed into gear and rushed out to look for everyone and where I was assigned to.
The first set of referees I ran into pointed me to the field behind the complex that we hadn’t used yet in the tournament. The games that had been postponed from the day before were to be played there. I walked briskly over to find 4-5 referees walking around the pitch inspecting it. Only… Continue reading