For the following one and ahalf hours all I could do was to have my lunch, pray and a few minutes so start on my homework.
Pretty soon I found myself on the school field straping on my football boots
Football tryouts started early that day.
The teacher/the so called coach wasn't there yet.
I, myself was already 20 minutes late.
How disciplined was he?
It was dark.
From what I could see it was just a mater of moments before rain would shower the earth.
So, we started without him.
We began to jog around the pitch.
5, 10, 15, 20 minutes.
Rain was falling heavier by the second.
Some were jogging looking half dead.
Others were lying on the grass gasping for air but rain seeped into their lungs instead.
I continued, ignoring the whole world.
The 'coach' was standing under the astaka.
Cursing and yelling at us.
I shouted Shut the@($*%!@up!!!!!!! and made sure he heard it.
He gave me a burning glare and said some crap while his head nearly exploded with rage.
I said 'ya! betul tu cikgu!'
The hell with him.
We finally started training.
But i wasn't played.
Instead he just ordered me to the sidelines.
I couldn't really care much.
I was too pissed off to play.
I just watch the others making complete idiots of themslves.
Only a few really stood out from the pack.
The rest were just filling the empty space in between them.
They've played for an hour now.
I wasn't about to let this just happen.
So Sabqi and i both jus stepped into the game as defenders.
For the first time in years my playing turned aggresive.
Every other player who unluckily venrured into my territory I chased and brought down.
For the entire 30 minutes the both of us defended the keeper was just lying down playing with himself.
Despite our glorious feat neither of us were selected.
Some other knuckle heads who could barely pass the ball properly were chosen instead.
He told me I didn't play with balls.
I've got enough balls to rip your head off.
Don't make me try.
