Anyone who knows me, knows what a sportsperson I am, in that I absolutely am not.
I don't know what took over me when I signed up for a charity football event. Not that the charity event was close to my heart, I didn't even know what it was till I actually started playing the match. I signed up only for the sake of it. To maybe meet new people, and get some exercise in the process.
I was generously welcomed into the team, apparently having a female player in the team automatically gave us a goal point.
I learnt the difference between kicking from the inside of my feet, and the tip of my toes, I learnt I needed to stop the ball before kicking, yeah, what's possibly considered basic.
I was calling the sport soccer, and my team mates clarified it is football. "You're in Singapore, now" they let me know.
Well, you can call it whatever, I don't know either.
Many teammates invested time and effort to help me get in the rhythm of the game. "Stretch, Paddy, Pass Paddy, Shoot Paddy."
I told about the event at home, and my son was the most excited. "Mamma, I will teach you." he said very excitedly, and teach he did.
We repurposed his basketball as a football (we're in Singapore), and taught me how to focus and pass the ball.
My husband found my participation extremely funny. The fact that the team gets a point because of a woman, was very amusing to him. Frankly, it was amusing to me as well. But am not the one to complain if it benefits the team.
Our team coach, had just one wish, "One Goal. Just One Goal", much like Tavita, in "Next Goal Wins".
From a team that for the past two years, never scored a single goal, we moved to being a team that won two, drew two and lost two. That was a big victory.
Tavita would be so proud.
"Ok, stop it Ady."
I gotta go stop this person from quite literally, rolling on the floor, laughing.
But here's proof, that I actually did play a sport!
