If You Love Football ...

Recently, Sari and me got together to play a game of football at the insti football field. The good thing is, we ended up playing two!

There was more good ... like, we connected well when he played defence and I strolled in the midfield. Just like older times. Plus, there was his usual telling-and-yelling ... which used to be the life of the footer field in those times ... and without which the football field seems far too silent (unless, of course, I start with my random outbursts now and then)!

But the best part was not the game itself, but the rediscovery of the joys of the dug-out-farts ... something that was commonplace when Sari was around. I will never be able to remember any session of football, or general practice, or even warm-up-in-a-circle when the team did not share a few guffaws ... just randomly farting about some nonsense stuff.

This time, Sari and me managed to find a poetic way of teaching someone the concept of passing the ball ... and how passing the ball around is much better than dribbling it, keeping it yourself, and screwing up 9 times out of 11 ...

(earlier, Sari would yell, "The ball runs faster than the man ... " when he wanted someone to pass the ball to a fellow player ... that was goooOood! But listen to this ... it's better ... or is it?)

You must have heard this love-quote, "If you love someone ... set them free ... " ... so we conceived this,

"If you love (the) football, just set it free (pass it to a team mate ... maintain possession). If it comes back to you (probably through a 1-2 passing technique, or from a 'wall pass'), it's yours. You may now score a goal, or set it free again ... "

Urvish was sitting with us, and all he could do is share a laugh. The thing is ... when Sari and I start farting, we strategise so that no one else can become a part of it and take credit ... Ha ha .. joking of course!

It was good to have you here, Sari. Next time, please come without all your body-fat, though.