Fever
TO be honest i was going to write to mr anonymous1.....but i must say that i dont consider him/her worthy of a post.
Soccer. It has been on my mind lately...and not just fan stuff, cause Milan is going through an abysmal patch of form, but playing soccer, a long lost love has been reborn. It is quite hard to say as why it ever ended, but i would venture to say that the roots lie in coming to Miami. Moving from a soccer academy where i played everyday for at least 2-3 hours during school and practices after school, to here did something. I lost it, i wasnt so devoted to playing soccer, i would not be outside juggling the ball, or doing a little tricks with the ball, and the heat, not to mention the humidity made me quite light headed and so i never even tried out for the soccer team the one year i could of really made it. I was just not intrested in spending time from 2:30 to 4:30 outside in this disgusting weather, i could not fathom running with the thick wet air....i had no stamina for that. So i did nothing, got lazy, and next year for no apparant reason, well there was a reason, i joined cross country, so you see my excuse, "too hot to play soccer and run" and yet i was outside running 4-8 miles a day, depending on if we had a meet the next day or not. Me the person who couldnt stomach 2 laps around the field without gasping for air, running miles at a competitive speed. And so soccer season approached, and there i was in prime shape to make the team, except i failed to notice on crucial aspect. It had been around 18 months since i last actually played real competitive soccer, my touch was off, my shots even more so, i could still defend and tackle, but my IQ for the game was abysmal.....and naturally with several missed shots at the tryouts and an overall unimpressive performance, considering i was a junior and if i was to be on the team it would better be as a first off the bench or starting not some scrub, i was not picked. It was like a bucket of water was thrown all over me, i was in a state of shock, i could not fathom it.....
So i stopped, i played around once a blue moon with friends and had nothing much to show, like any other kid, cept that my game IQ was much higher, mainly due to being such a fan i grapsed positioning and tactics well, though my feet sometimes wouldnt comply.
Around came august '06....and Piero, a friend, had asked me if perhaps i would be up for a shootaround indoors, and thinking it would be nothing i went. But it gripped me, this was no friendly game, the tackles were rought, the goals were celebrated and you losing was not an option. I played average at best and downright poor at worst, my touch was off, but it was improving.....quite fast, its like playing catch up...and so every friday we were indoors playing, and so Intramurals came around, and it is over now, i am gripped, i love the games, i love going out and just juggling, at work i run circles around the little kids, no big feat, but it lets you try out stuff, i run around the house kicking my mini ball, juggling it while on the phone, and doing flicks on my way round the house. The fever is back!!!
The culmination of which shall be this summer, when the greatest event in the world takes place, and i hope, with reasonable confidence, that i will be a part of it, naturally to be on the pitch is a dream, but in the stands....that would be something else entirely :)
and so ill close with a qoute i think sums up my feeling right now
"En su vida, un hombre puede cambiar de mujer, sus opiniones politicas o su religion pero no su equipo de futbol."
Soccer. It has been on my mind lately...and not just fan stuff, cause Milan is going through an abysmal patch of form, but playing soccer, a long lost love has been reborn. It is quite hard to say as why it ever ended, but i would venture to say that the roots lie in coming to Miami. Moving from a soccer academy where i played everyday for at least 2-3 hours during school and practices after school, to here did something. I lost it, i wasnt so devoted to playing soccer, i would not be outside juggling the ball, or doing a little tricks with the ball, and the heat, not to mention the humidity made me quite light headed and so i never even tried out for the soccer team the one year i could of really made it. I was just not intrested in spending time from 2:30 to 4:30 outside in this disgusting weather, i could not fathom running with the thick wet air....i had no stamina for that. So i did nothing, got lazy, and next year for no apparant reason, well there was a reason, i joined cross country, so you see my excuse, "too hot to play soccer and run" and yet i was outside running 4-8 miles a day, depending on if we had a meet the next day or not. Me the person who couldnt stomach 2 laps around the field without gasping for air, running miles at a competitive speed. And so soccer season approached, and there i was in prime shape to make the team, except i failed to notice on crucial aspect. It had been around 18 months since i last actually played real competitive soccer, my touch was off, my shots even more so, i could still defend and tackle, but my IQ for the game was abysmal.....and naturally with several missed shots at the tryouts and an overall unimpressive performance, considering i was a junior and if i was to be on the team it would better be as a first off the bench or starting not some scrub, i was not picked. It was like a bucket of water was thrown all over me, i was in a state of shock, i could not fathom it.....
So i stopped, i played around once a blue moon with friends and had nothing much to show, like any other kid, cept that my game IQ was much higher, mainly due to being such a fan i grapsed positioning and tactics well, though my feet sometimes wouldnt comply.
Around came august '06....and Piero, a friend, had asked me if perhaps i would be up for a shootaround indoors, and thinking it would be nothing i went. But it gripped me, this was no friendly game, the tackles were rought, the goals were celebrated and you losing was not an option. I played average at best and downright poor at worst, my touch was off, but it was improving.....quite fast, its like playing catch up...and so every friday we were indoors playing, and so Intramurals came around, and it is over now, i am gripped, i love the games, i love going out and just juggling, at work i run circles around the little kids, no big feat, but it lets you try out stuff, i run around the house kicking my mini ball, juggling it while on the phone, and doing flicks on my way round the house. The fever is back!!!
The culmination of which shall be this summer, when the greatest event in the world takes place, and i hope, with reasonable confidence, that i will be a part of it, naturally to be on the pitch is a dream, but in the stands....that would be something else entirely :)
and so ill close with a qoute i think sums up my feeling right now
"En su vida, un hombre puede cambiar de mujer, sus opiniones politicas o su religion pero no su equipo de futbol."
posted by Lav at Tuesday, November 22, 2005
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