There was another big match last Saturday

I was involved in a football match last Saturday. It consisted of a battle between the current Punjabi United football team against the Old Boys - a team comprised of ex players and friends.

Sadly both teams struggled to field full teams but it was nice to have a run. Due to the lack of fitness of the Old Boys it was decided that the match would be split into three 30 minute periods. In hindsight, it probably should have consisted of sic 15 minute periods.

The end score does not matter (which indicates we lost) as it was all about bringing the old and new about.

I was asked to play in the forward line which meant i would stand near the centre circle and pass the ball to the overlapping players. However, this was not the case, after one run up the pitch most of the players were too tired to run back or run again. However after some playing around we forrayed into the PU box and found ourselves with a scoring chance.

Somehow the ball ended up near my foot which I duly stuck out and it ended up into the net. A few people were shocked.

Metria was shocked I think.

Her MAN had open the scoreline!!

Before progressing it should be noted that of the OB's, only 3 players played regular football. the rest were bums like me who talk more than walk (or run). Therefore, there were periods where we only had 9 or 10 players on the pitch because some of us were sitting on the sidelines catching our breath or pleading for an ambulance.

This well earned lead lasted about 10 minutes before PU equalised. After 2 periods were were down 4-2 but this should have been 3-3 as we socred one of their goals (this would be known in football vernecular as an "own goal").

It is only fair after all, we OB should have some help considering our lack of fitness.

The last 30 minutes of the match would be akin to Justin Timberlake being dropped in the middle of a 13 year old bithday party. Very messy.

We were destroyed and part of it was the fact we were old, slow and unfit.

End score was something like 7-2. The price was paid later that day with sore muscles, most that had not been used in a few years.

But at least I scored!