lousy horrendous morning.. juz got back home from an unsatisfying session of field soccer at marina bay.. wasnt wad i expected.. they were a bunch of 30+ pple who had to smoke b4 playing.. during halftime and after the match.. it was suffocating.. din enjoy the match a single bit.. no doubt the passion is there.. all the running tackling and stuff.. but where is the compassion sympathy and sportsmanship? hard tackles flew in on my brother.. he had nasty ankle sprains.. the opponents just pounced on the chance and continued to attack despite a man on the ground.. this is no competition like as if the world cup final wif much glory and prestige at stake.. and during the course of the match.. curses were spewing all over.. kani*a chao ch* b*i l*n ji*o f*ck and all.. treated mi like a little kid.. the puny share of touches i had on the ball was veri much pressurizing.. they were yelling 'xiao di di!' from all directions and din want to run for space to allow mi to pass the ball.. then all the walao-shit-u-lar expressions and the 'tsk tsk' mumbles seeping out from their mouths.. no encouragements wadsoever when i dealt wif the ball properly.. wadever.. my bro couldnt continue and i din felt like playing.. so we left at halftime.. guess this first time playing wif them will oso be the last.. here i am back at home.. think i shld be heading for a shower right now..