Celtic Moira

Don't blame me if a few more of these posts are about sporting conquests of little consequence to you. The last few years of my life have been in small part about reclaiming the joys of youth.... and leaving my body to cope with the side effects for the rest of the weekend. Yes, friday football brings out the very best of our man-to- 'what man?' marking, muffed sitters with a few golden moments thrown in, and we wouldn't trade it for anything.

Last Friday, we were given a golden opportunity by our good friend Chris (only footballer in jeans in the pic) and manager of the team to test ourselves against nimble footed Goan teenagers in a competitive event and we grabbed it with both hands. In an epic 20 minutes of playing time, we huffed and puffed and kept pace with the new kids on the block and did a good job of it.

Played two, a loss & a tie. All in all, a good days fun...I mean it! We played two good games lead by captain Duane and saw a screamer of a goal scored by Volly (i dunno why he isn't in the team pic). In the end we did win something though...best team jerseys!

More of it I say! These are good times.