Futsal Day (Or Night)

Finally, after some “extensive” planning, I managed to head down to the futsal pitch to meet up with some old friends.

These “old” friends have more or less been a part of my growing up years when I was an altar boy in church.  Which means that I have known them for 27 years (give or take a couple of years).

In the day, we used to play football with the $1 plastic ball that we would buy from the mama shop in the old car park of the church, using the entrance to the playground as one goalpost and on the other side, the goal would be in between two coconut trees beside the longkang.  Even when parishioners started driving in and parking their cars, we would still continue to play until it was time for our weekly meetings or it was time for us to serve mass.

Ever since that dreaded social networking site came up, I decided to see how many ex altar boys I could gather together by setting up a group and right now, the group has around 65 members and growing.  Slowly, we got connected again and planned a kickabout.  I missed the first session because of work but luckily, another one was planned and I sure as hell was not going to miss it.

As the guys started to slowly come in, it was great just meeting these guys all over again and it was as though we never lost contact.  It was great.  The laughs, the jokes, the ribbing and of course the football was still the bloody same!  Man!  We had a blast and even though some had to rush back to their families, a couple of us still had time to sit down with some prata and teh tarik like old times.

I must say I do look forward to the next catch up sesh and hopefully more turn up…. 

… and how could we not end the day with a group pic….. 

Tired but happy faces