Not to be mistaken with the World Cup Final between Holland and Spain but more about The Final, as in please no more, between Motswari Zebra Hungry Lions, a blog in itself to explain, and The Venezuelans. I'm not to sure how it all came about, but I found myself being drafted, you would be correct in thinking of the compulsory as opposed to the voluntary definition of drafted. So there I was Football Friday, standing on the Motswari field, second only to Soccer City, a new member of the Motswari Zebra Hungry Lions starting eleven. The fact that there were only eleven of us will be dealt with at a later stage.
Before proceedings could start the pitch had to be prepared, note that not at any time do I mention the word soccer/ football and field simultaneously, as two sets of goals opposite one another across a distance of ground does not constitute a soccer/ football field. If that piece of ground was clear of all obstacles,than maybe, but when you have shrubs and the beginning stages of tress to clear along with hibernating wildlife, you liberally have a pitch of sorts! So after the necessary actions were taken to bring the field up to international standard we were ready to go.
The game got off to your usual final with both teams sizing up the opposition, while trying not to give away anything themselves but as time progressed things started to open up and flow.
During half time I tried to resurrect or should that be resuscitate myself and mentally prepare for the second half. How was it that men three times my size were making it look so easy and appeared to be every where on the field at once.
The second half was peppered with chances on both sides but Motswari Zebra Hungry Lions took advantage of a defensive error and drew level with a great individual goal from our newly acquired trainee tracker come David Vila, otherwise known as Patrick. The rest of the game played out as it began with both sides becoming cagey and not wanting to slip up so near the final whistle.