The not-so-pleasant clash of football & me.

HELLOOO PEOPLE :D

After a long time I really felt like blogging. And what I am going to blog about isn't really good news, so I'm not feeling all smiley smiley right now.

For the past two weeks, inter-house football/basketball matches have been going on at school during break times. Being the quiet, not-so-sporty one, not even for a second did the idea of participating in one of those came in my mind. So at every match, I patiently sat among the spectators cheering my house without a care in the world. But as fate would have it, my house ( the girls only; the boys are terrific - haven't lost one single match) did not fare too well in any of the games. Oh well.

[Note - I'm very touchy about the 25 minutes of blissful, teacher-less time I get in those 6 long hours of school & nothing is more important than those precious 25 minutes.] The matches took place in recess. Normally, recess is spent with the three of us (me & two friends) having lunch, gossiping, completing homework and generally having a good time. But all three of us are in different houses. So that means every recess at least one of us HAD to go away to play/cheer/act as a substitute, which in turn made having a normal break impossible. Naturally, that made me quite cynical of the way the PE department had organized the tournament. -_-

So quite frankly, I didn't really pay a shit about who won or lost when I was sitting among the spectators. I was staring glassy-eyed at the field with a couldn't-care-less expression. I just wanted my break back :(


Okay I'm getting to the point now.

One such day, I decided to give it a shot and play football :D I came dressed in my house colours (a green t-shirt). My reason for playing was quite weird. We were playing against a house which had only one good player, and she was injured. And our poor team, well, let's just say things weren't very good at our end too. 
So I thought, there's nothing to lose, if we win - well & good, if we lose, well - it's only a game. But we had a good chance against them.

The referee, who happens to be the English teacher goes berserk at seeing me play. "Oooh, you're playing today!" And rubs his hands in feverish excitement. I choose to ignore, with half a mind to quit the game and go back to my safe place in the stands. But the game has already begun. I'm overcome with a sense a determination. I run after the ball. I take possession. I run toward the goal. I take aim, preparing to shoot.

A tiny girl from the opposing team (Yellow) knocks the football out of my possession -_- The game continues, made entirely of different versions of the above situation, puncutated by shouts of 'OUT!', penalty kicks, fouls and the like. The score stays 0-0.

Okay so another situation arose. Some kinda confusion is going on not far from me between a girl from my team and one from the opposing team. The ref is shouting at the top of his voice "PLAY ON, PLAY ON!"
The goalie is distracted by the quarrel going on there, and THE BALL IS TWO FEET AWAY FROM MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! & no one else is these to obstrust the path to the ball.

Without wasting a moment, I shoot. The goalie realises what happened one second too late & tries to resist, but to no avail. I have scored. :) [No one (including me) really registered the goal immediatly cause it had happened so quickly]

So. Green are leading by 1 - 0. But about 15 minutes are left and SO much could change in those. The Yellows were awarded two penalty kicks, and had other chanced too, but couldn't score. I'm close to fainting if I'm deprived of water for much longer. Everyone feels the same, and we play on.

Now for the sad bit.

I aim for another goal, a Yellow tries to take the ball from me, fails, but kicks my foot in the process and falls over. I fall over too. I lose possesssion. I get up & I'm introduced to excruciating pain in my foot. The ref says play on with a smile, clearly he doesn't know how much my foot pains. I'm dazed by the fall & the pain worsens. I play on. Team mates encourage each other and hope for the best.

The game ends. The ref tells me that I'm going to play football always for my class from now on cause he learned a new thing today - that I can actually play pretty good. I strongly disagree, cause it was all luck and chance but I'm too tired to argue.

There's chaos as other matches going on end and everyone tries to find their own class and return to the classsroom. I can't walk because of the pain. I reach class with difficulty, leaning on my friend. I spend 40 minutes (one lesson) sitting, gulping down water, having absolutely no idea of what the teacher is saying cause the pain doesn't end. Next is Arabic, which is far from my favourite subject, so I escape down to the nurse, who scolds me for not coming immediatly.

She inspects my foot, and her face darkens. I brace myself for the bad news, and she says it's a fracture, the bone's sticking out. I die a little inside, cause that would mean no school for God-knows how long. My parents are called and we go to the hospital.

... and it's too depressing for me to talk about what happened next. Fast forward to today.

It's been a whole week that I haven't been to school. I don't know how much longer I'll have to stay home. Either I could wait until it's properly healed or I could go on crutches :D There's another friend of mine (the only good player Yellow had) who was injured during football & she's going to school on crutches. The teachers are scolding her not to come and take proper rest. But she's getting attentionn. Loads of it =P

I have no clue what to do. So while I sort out this dilemma, can I ask y'all to pray I can go fully cured to school as soon as possible? Miracles do happen, y'know :)