Was invited to play futsal this afternoon and, foolishly, accepted. I blame young Safiy who wanted his Uncle Brian to turn out, but it was my fault really for entertaining the mistaken belief that I can still run around whilst kicking a ball at roughly the same time. Now feeling the results of my folly in most of my lower extremities.
Suspect I may feel it even more tomorrow.
The funny thing is that I can't help but be happy about the whole thing, come what may. Kicking a ball around with friends pretending to be Ryan Giggs (it was his name on my shirt) and then on to teh tarik and mutton soup at Jalan Kayu. Now that's what I call living.