futsal is not for the weak

15/3/15

1800hours

My roomate who loooked like harry potter..

asked me either to join him playing futsal..

At that time..

i was cmpleting my assignments which were postponed due to my cousin wedding..

"Farhan .nak main futsal x?"

such a soft n calm voice..

i'm pretty sure it may melt any sister when hearing it..

Fortunately I'm man...huehue

"Em ..boleh jugak .lame kot x main .bosan jugak lam bilik ni "

Wearing my yellow hypervenom...

*bought it by using my plkn's allowance..

strode to the court..

there're 6 plyers in my team...

dush2...

dribble...

passing...

Then..our rival make the possesion...

the ball was passed to their playmaker..

he was in free space..

nobody guard him..

he wanted to make a bullet shot !!

his right leg had been rose

i realized it might happen......

i approached him...

before his leg hit the ball !!!

I blocked it with my right foot..

as the result...

he kicked the ball+my foot=the ball out of target & he fell down....

"sory2 !"

he didnt look at me...

and hardly push himself to stand..

Jeng jeng jeng ...

This time ..it happened again ..

our rival control the ball ..

then their GK passed the ball to 'him'...

he run with the ball..

i came near him from his back..

and tried to get the ball..

i hitted his leg quite soft..*for me la ..

then ...he stopped.

staring at me..

i asked 4 apologize..

but he looked too emotional ..

i juz get ready if he throw a punch direct to my face..

but it didnt hppen..he mumbling himself..

thats all..

in my mind ..

"Ni bukan kelas menari nak manja2 lembut2 sgt.lek ahh .sikit je pon .emo plak lebih "