The Beautiful Game

Dearest Zan and Eng Chong,

Zan, you are the quintessential Zen Master – now is yet and yet is now. Everything revolves and rotates around you. If we were the stars, you are the sun.
I have never met anyone quite like you giving so much of your time, effort, passion and friendship.
Eng Chong, for being the inspiration in giving courage, belief and a second childhood to people who may get injured just pulling up our socks and hugging our wives on Saturday morning just in case we might not returned the same way we left. Despite your own very busy schedules, both of you are like energy bunnies. Never have so few given so much to so many!

We suffered discrimination with innocent remarks from guys who asked us who are buying soccer boots for to youngsters who waved across the soccer pitch only to have his team mate told him that the uncle there cannot see you from far to the ultimate one where even the referee when we were down by a few goals asked one of us “Eh, your team called Bazookas ah?” We have proven them all wrong as we played like “Messy” (pronounced Messi as in Lionel).

If anal is neutral and can be healthy, then be aware that the referee was just being neutral and healthy. Our bazookas were firing backwards. Haha.

Our All Blacks outfit courtesy of Albert plus our Haka war cry (translated in Hokkien style – “wah si lin lau peh”) struck fears in our opponents so much so that they just wanted to quickly finish off the game and they did. It looked something like this clip:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cle20lQg0Qs&NR=1

We were proud that we were not the first team to get knocked out and head for early showers but that was courtesy of Zan who put our last game scheduled at the end. Our strategy was clever and successful – that was we needed early lunch and it was well carried out. At lunch, everyone took their positions well and everything in sight was wiped out. These were real pros.

However, if there were fairplay awards, we would have won hands down. Most of us were fair due to the Dracula lifestyle and there was no way we could foul the opponents as we didn’t get near them. We were also the most photographed team. It must have been the narcissistic effects. We were so busy taking pictures of ourselves.

Hey, Manchester United for all their glamour and as World Champs lost to Barcelona too. I missed a sitter too, I wanted an early ball but when it finally came, the brain instructed the right foot to shoot but somehow out came the left but you must understand that when there is a lack of oxygen, one becomes delirious. Mountain climbers would know this well. Were we stuck at base camp and never summit due to inclement weather?


My own assessment is that we peaked too early but we are the champions my friends, we conquered our fears!

Warning: The picture you see here is real. The ages together added up to a few hundred years.

Do not try doing what we do without proper training or supervision!