Well, at least we weren't totally annihilated - 8-5 was a decent enough result all things considered. I mean, we were at a huge disadvantage from the get go, aside from the fact these little darlings are forced to do a cross-country run every week, little 'un's also don't smoke (or drink), do they? And it wasn't my bright idea to be wing attack, either. Have you any idea how much running that position holds? Now, goal attack, there you're talking, dead-eye Dick I am on the hoop. A squandered talent I was today. Hmph. And as for accusing me of that "foul".. what was all that about? Ref was blatantly biased. Obviously. Sheesh, just look!
No, I am not displaying a limp wrist here, I have just passed the ball - see the ref with the whistle in her mouth? Where was the foul? Well? Huh? All I can say is that it's a good thing I don't take these things that seriously, that's all. Naturally, of course I was gonna' let them win, anyways (fingers crossed behind my back).
Things I get myself roped into. Mutter, mutter..