Thursday, February 14, 2008

Guess today wasn't reli my day..

The game against IJ was not meant to b..
Personally, we've improved a lot n played much better
But were let down by mistakes n referee's decision..

The ref gave me a yellow card for "holding" a player..
Main thing he tried to run into me,
so I held my ground n prevented him from runnin away,
The ball wasn't even near me..
I had the time to look up n c the ball fly metres over my head,
so, there was no chance for him to even take the ball
But ref did it n they scored from the penalty,
Even the IJ players thought it was their foul initially..
Mayb it was just an accumalation of fouls from almost everybody else before that..
So, ref wanted to show athority n I became the scapegoat...


But what's done is done..
So, next time,
when we get that ref,
any contact by the opponent,
just tell ref
"Ref he touched me!!"

Nvm, out that...


Wanna wish everybody happy Valentine's n Frinedship Day!

posted by Wary at 12:15 AM


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