See you on Monday
29 October 2007 by jaksoul
By the time we made it to Bar Kick-the result was beyond doubt.
The heady cocktail of wine, fine food and stories of unbelievable good fortune had brought us to that rarefied place-freshly minted camaraderie.
With worries about group dynamics behind us, we could begin to focus on the task at hand:
Fussball.
Fussball is modern man’s most noble pursuit-skill/luck/glory/overhead kicks-the human condition condensed into 22 tiny men and four metres of plastic and/or wood.
After a brief tussle with adverse weather conditions/misplaced mojitos-teams were formed, battles joined-reputations lost and won.
The flick of a wrist and the wicked bounce of a deflection separating the valiant from the vanquished, the superb from the superfluous.
As for me…small victories/giant inflatible bottom.
I choose the way of the S.U.M.O.
(big love to team stag-we’ll be back!!)

