Soccer

Played soccer with my colleagues late in the evening. Had a good work out…which I lacked lately. Running around…chasing the ball…having a good laugh…it was fun…just like old days with my mates in Australia. The only difference is over here…the weather is hot and humid…while over in Brisbane…the weather is cooling. I have to admit I don’t run as much as back then…and these days I play much as a defender with occasional dashing forward. Different times…different weather…different age…different ball game altogether.

A striker enjoys scoring goals…but what I like playing at the back is to go for a hard tackle at the oncoming opponent and at the same time clear the danger. Hmm…sounds more like taking a challenge head on. A striker is well recognized for scoring goals…thus attracting the limelight…a defender is contented with doing what a defender does best…defend. Not much of recognition there but it suits me fine. I guess I’m not much of an attention seeker…and I like taking challenge head on…and that is why I can slip into the role without any problem. Funny how a game of soccer can depict one’s character.