Just awhile ago, while many were still recovering from their sleepless nights of night outing such as clubbing
or relationship hiccups that occurs at least three times a week(shared by a friend on the frequency of fights they have within a week) which so terribly happens to be on a friday night(but i guess that saves saturday right or wait...there is another one?, dammit...),
some friends and I who has been playing futsal together for nearly a year now had to wake up at 7 in the morning to go for a competition.
A Futsal Competition. A Competition with lots and lots of "Jaguh Kampung's" that came from as far as Ipoh to Alor Setar.
The only reason that we had to wake up so early was because the competition was over in Butterworth which we had to register before 9am.
Nevermind if we were going to face the biggest traffic jam of the year on Penang Bridge on the way back,
we were all set to go for the competition with "Boleh Menang" spirit in mind.
Before I continue any further, I did not manage to take any pictures since bloggers/blogging and playing football doesn't really go together. I would have definitely wanted to do something like this in the futsal ring
but i figured that would have sent a wrong message to my team members as well as to other teams who were going to play with us if you know what i mean..
and the other thing is...I won't like the idea of my camera in my bag to defend for itself when i'm out there playing the game. You just can't trust anyone nowadays..Simply can't..
Anyway, with much amazement, the futsal competition not only housed Jaguh Kampung's of northern states of Malaysia, but there were international footballers that came from as far as Oman as well.
That's right guys, for those of you who don't know. Oman is umm there....
There were also Nigerian fellars that gave everyone quite a jump since most of them looks like some of the stars in lets say someone popular such as....(since they look about the same)
Back on our side, our team had a jersey which costs us RM 35 which looked like this (not bad aeh)
and our team name was called Paris Junior United.
It is again not surprising why we had a name that really defines romance and little children playing football in kindergarten. Well, everyone was a supporter of different premier league clubs and nobody could agree on a single championship team and so, PJU is rather neutral which was accepted by everyone.
Just as a record, I would have preferred our team to be named Manchester United to give us the spirit to play in a MAN Utd. way rather than some woozy club that I have never heard my entire life!
or better still, to be called Malaysia and having unknown supporters cheering at us "Malaysia Boleh" dressed in the yellow and black striped shirt since our own supporters were busy drinking too much.
Luckilly we did neither of that, and stuck to Paris Junior United because our game did not turn out too well.
After 3 games to prove ourselves as Jaguh Kampung Champions of the northern state, we had to pack our bags and leave because we failed to qualify to go further. Here are the scores: -
First Game: 6 - 0 (I don't know, It definitely felt more than that)
Second Game: 4 - 0 (I don't know, I felt it was definitely more, BALLS kept coming)
Third Game: 2 - 0 (This one very true)
It is not surprising who the Zero belongs to when you see the score. With such a score, i figured, we did improve in every game and with the experience earned, we could definitely try next time, maybe Jaguh Kampung of the south.
oh and wait...if you're wondering what place I was playing, I was playing goal keeper. That's right GOAL KEEPER!That's right the dumb guy who gets punished for saving goals with balls that come at super speed.
Now most people wouldn't want to be a Goalkeeper because of the responsibility of keeping goals out and well, its simply GOD DAMN BORING TO BE JUST STANDING BY THE POST while everyone is out there playing FOOTBALL. Unless of course if you're earning millions of dollars in the premier league championship and of course it is very important that you play for the winning team.
However, I really had fun being a goalkeeper this time. In this time around, my post was very much favourited. How much funner does it get with 10 goals being scored at my goalpost.hmmm....definitely funner!