As you can see from the title I mention 'football' not 'futsal'. Meaning I played football on the big field with acres of green space to run around in. Also it was outdoors with the sun shining brightly.
The game was between a local broking house and the rest of the dealers. I was invited by one of my bosses who knew that I run around like a headless chicken. It also gave me the opportunity to meet up some old friends and colleagues who I haven't seen in a while. Most with the observation that I've grown 'wider'.
We were given the broking house away kit, sponsored by Carlsberg. Gladly it wasn't the scousers kit. Also got my favourite number 11 for the game. And I told the team I would like to play on the left wing.
Before the game I knew this was going to be different. I had to readjust my positioning and spatial arrangements. Also had to look up further and widen my vision. Since I'm so use to analyzing a futsal court. I too had to prepare myself for a whole lot of running.
There were times I was playing futsal style with quick one touch passing and movement. It would have worked if we all knew each other style of play. At times I got caught out because my futsal tricks didn't seem to pull off on the field. Need to work on the execution. Also, despite being the winger, I only manage to put in one decent cross, as most of the action was on the right side of the field.
Towards the end of the game, I shifted to playing upfront, just behind the strikers. I had the easiest chance to score. I missed an open goal from two yards. Somehow, amazingly I muffed the tap-in over the bar. As the rest of my team said, "it doesn't get any easier than that".
We lost the game 1-2. So that made my miss even more stomaching to take. Also it was a game of 3 penalties. Only one went in. And the penalty calls were all dodgy. Since the dives were very obvious. Overall I had a good time. Enjoyed running out in the open spaces.
After the game, I went home as my whole body was aching and surprisingly I slept early.
The game was between a local broking house and the rest of the dealers. I was invited by one of my bosses who knew that I run around like a headless chicken. It also gave me the opportunity to meet up some old friends and colleagues who I haven't seen in a while. Most with the observation that I've grown 'wider'.
We were given the broking house away kit, sponsored by Carlsberg. Gladly it wasn't the scousers kit. Also got my favourite number 11 for the game. And I told the team I would like to play on the left wing.
Before the game I knew this was going to be different. I had to readjust my positioning and spatial arrangements. Also had to look up further and widen my vision. Since I'm so use to analyzing a futsal court. I too had to prepare myself for a whole lot of running.
There were times I was playing futsal style with quick one touch passing and movement. It would have worked if we all knew each other style of play. At times I got caught out because my futsal tricks didn't seem to pull off on the field. Need to work on the execution. Also, despite being the winger, I only manage to put in one decent cross, as most of the action was on the right side of the field.
Towards the end of the game, I shifted to playing upfront, just behind the strikers. I had the easiest chance to score. I missed an open goal from two yards. Somehow, amazingly I muffed the tap-in over the bar. As the rest of my team said, "it doesn't get any easier than that".
We lost the game 1-2. So that made my miss even more stomaching to take. Also it was a game of 3 penalties. Only one went in. And the penalty calls were all dodgy. Since the dives were very obvious. Overall I had a good time. Enjoyed running out in the open spaces.
After the game, I went home as my whole body was aching and surprisingly I slept early.
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