And I'm alive. :) Pretty unscathed, just a knock or two.
Scored a goal from half-way, but the team went down 4-1. I just smacked it as hard as I could, nice and low. It was straight at the keeper, swerved about 1mm, or perhaps 1pm, and he didn't keep it out.
Such are the things that make a night like that ok.
Oh, and the fact we had Tim Moore. And Tim Moroney. Do I like all the Tims I play soccer with, or is it just these two? Could it be that I have a genetic pre-disposition to enjoy the company of Tims who play soccer?
Or is it that Tim bought me a beer?