FUTSAL ROCKS!!!

It has been so long since I blogged last, I guess nowadays I would be blogging once a month… oh gosh! Hopefully the frequency of my posts does not decrease…

Well, waking up late (no classes on that day), lumbering around aimlessly, being lazy, and then getting geared up! For what? FUTSAL!!

Of course, first meetings almost always do not work out as planned, and this was no different. Only four members (yours truly included) turned up. However, our club advisor (or should I say team manager) Mr. Vasanth* had already booked the court. I managed to convince the other three members to go anyway, just to get ourselves familiar with the court.

We were to walk to the futsal court which was not too far away. At first, the members seem to have doubted my map reading skills (a hand-drawn map by Mr. Vasanth*, and a good one, mind you! He had to attend a meeting, so he couldn’t come with us ), but I insisted that we were on the right track.

Finally, we reached our destination! (Or so we thought…). It was supposed to be around the bend, but there was a squash centre instead. There were two guys on bikes parked in front of the centre, so we asked for directions. “Left” he said, so left we went. Hmm… Nothing but car parking lots… and more. Then there it was! A big, big bend. And after that, YAY! THE FUTSAL COURT!!

Uh-oh. Many, many, many guys. Testosterone overload… Eeee malunya!!
We meekly walked toward the counter.
“Umm… we’re here for futsal,” I said.
“Ok. And?” said the friendly-looking guy-at-the-counter.
“What are we supposed to do?” I asked; feeling a little awkward.
“UNVZ** right?” he guessed, looking at my shirt that displayed the name of my university.
“Yup,” said I.
*pause*
“What do we do now?” I asked, feeling VERY awkward.
“Here,” he gave me a ball.
*pause*
“Anyone that can teach us how to play?” I asked.
“No, sorry,” the guy replied empathetically.

So we went, four of us, toward our court. Munirah* was in heels, so she couldn’t join us. So it was me, Audrey* and Dyana*. Thank God, Audrey had some football skills (thanks to her entire bloodline’s craze for the beautiful game), so she was teaching us basic skills. I kept kicking the ball “funnily” (read: unable to use the right technique). Well, hopefully I’ll get the hang of it soon. We were at it for some time. Kicking, passing (miserably), trying to score goals, having FUN, sweating, panting, more fun, more sweating, more panting…(dang, it is SO tiring!)

Then he came! Yay! Mr. Vasanth is here! He played a while with us, until our booked time was up. Poor guy! He had an appointment after the meeting, but he skipped it for us! SO SWEET OF HIM!

The four of us had planned to walk back, but as it was dark, Mr. Vasanth offered to give us a ride home (he is a caring manager… like a father figure). While driving, he told us of the glory of his younger years, when he was very active in sports. He plays almost everything! Too bad his current job has got him bogged down with responsibilities. Well, I guess it is God’s way of warning him to take care of his aging back! :p

This is the first of many fun futsal days to come, and I am looking forward to every one of them! YAY! YAY! YAY!


*Names have been changed to protect privacy
**Institution name has been changed to avoid court cases