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match with OFS
Thursday, February 01, 2007

     
today was the match wif OFS. Overseas Family School. they were damn big sized, and were 17~18 yrs old. for us, the B team, had alot of sec 2s, few sec 3s, and 3 sec 4s. i hoped to play. i wanted to show wad i can do.

so i waited.. and waited.. and waited... and waited...and i was finally called. to sub nigel. i wasnt aware of the time left.

i was telling myself they played for so long they look so tired. so i can just fuck the ball and chiong. so, i came in, i started with a scrum. i remembered jon saying that he wanted to shit b4 the game, so i kinda freaked out when i stuck my head in.after the scrum, this fag run run run to the side, so me and a few others gang tackled him out of the field. den it was a line out. i freaking called for a 3-ball and the sec 2s din do a shit. i was like omg. is this the end of my life? so nvm. lol in the end it turned out to be a 2 ball, and a very nice one in the end. so i passed to the scrum half, and passed on down the backs. den he got tackled, and scum half picked up the ball.
then...
he looked at me...
and i looked back at him...
and i put my hands out....
"BALL NOW!!!"....
he passed the ball to me...
i catched the ball...
i looked forward...
i see a freaking big gap...
and i accelerated..
0-100km in 3.5 seconds...
got past one afro man..
and another one...
and another one..
and there was one guy left..
can i get past him?...
guess what happened..
BEE BEE BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
the whistle of the end of the game..
WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SON OF A *****
WANG BA DAN
REF KAYU
YANDEKER-YANDEKER-YANDERKER
KNNBCCB
i was damn sad.. i just grabbed the ball in my arms and closed my eyes in disappointment..
shit lah.. why cant he just give me that few seconds.. even if i get tackled.. i would feel better than being kept in this mystery. would i have scored. not that im good or wad but it would be damn unexpected.. how come suddenly got this big guy and so full of energy and running so hard. they might let me score anyway they are leading by so much.

or maybe i am juz thinking too much. i cant score. face the truth.

"wads the difference btw a fridge and a woman" - Mr Vietnam, Trung
"wad? one hot one cold ah?" - HMS
"nah. a fridge does not groan when you put meat in it." - Trung

8:11 PM
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