Despite recovering form a cold and hay fever at the same time, I played another good game of soccer today. We absolutely crushed the opposition: 14-3. I would have felt sorry for them had I not taken an instant and vehement dislike to one of their players.

It started when she elbowed me in the guts about 15 seconds into my first quarter. But I didn't say anything about it, just nutmegged her and set up the first goal. Fair's fair, I think.

The clicher, though, came later in that quarter when I went for a header right in front of goal. In a not-so text-book piece of defending, she kicked me in the face instead.

Wench.

She didn't bother apologiseing about it, either. So I pummeled three colours of snot out of her.



Actually, I didn't. I just fantasised about it. I did take a contract out on her head though.