Nish and Meryl point to the slush on Joana
We headed to Alibaug for a family picnic this Christmas. Beach football was the call of the hour and that’s what we played. Boys, girls, uncles, aunts and priests alike. It was a mixed team and the game was competitive. To ensure that the girls get a kick in as well we had a small 3 on 3 game for girls only with Ed, Meryl and Nish on one side and Ayeshu, Joana and Alia aunty on the other. The game went on smoothly and we boys stood at the sidelines and laughed our asses off.
Both sides were equally good [or bad – whatever you might call it] and it was a keenly fought tussle literally. More misses taking a kick at the ball than strikes but considering it was their first games they all did very well. So in the midfield battle 5 of them trying to imprison the ball between themselves and Ed manages to steer the ball clear and Joana goes chasing and Ed sticks out her leg. Now one would expect a girl to play fair usually but these Goan born and brought up women play their football just like the men. Joana with all her might and mass walked straight into the trap and went head first towards the sand and midair balanced herself in such a way that her centre of gravity was her bottom and that’s how she landed. Because the sand was damp she slid a bit and while all of us outside were worried she could not stop laughing as were the other girls.
So like all war heroes who have a scar to show for the battles they have fought she has clothes to show for the soccer she played.
Both sides were equally good [or bad – whatever you might call it] and it was a keenly fought tussle literally. More misses taking a kick at the ball than strikes but considering it was their first games they all did very well. So in the midfield battle 5 of them trying to imprison the ball between themselves and Ed manages to steer the ball clear and Joana goes chasing and Ed sticks out her leg. Now one would expect a girl to play fair usually but these Goan born and brought up women play their football just like the men. Joana with all her might and mass walked straight into the trap and went head first towards the sand and midair balanced herself in such a way that her centre of gravity was her bottom and that’s how she landed. Because the sand was damp she slid a bit and while all of us outside were worried she could not stop laughing as were the other girls.
So like all war heroes who have a scar to show for the battles they have fought she has clothes to show for the soccer she played.
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