Somehow the preview got lost amid tot duties. The boy appears reluctant to go to sleep before very late.
He eventually did - obviously - but I figured that I needed some sleep before venturing off to play on Saturday morning. The rendez-vous with the team captain was at 8.15am at Porte de Montreuil.
That effectively meant I had to be at Republique before 8.
The location was way out in the countryside. 30 kilometres from Paris and there was bucolic bliss aplenty.
Good that aspect was available as the football was painful to watch from the sideline.
I sacrificed myself for the first half - fearing my leg would not last. I also figured that as we were playing the bottom team I might not have to do anything at all.
Wrong. it was 0-0 at half time and they were aided by the failure of the officials to award a goal. Apparently the ball went over the line twice but the referee didn't give it either time.
Ho hum. You can imagine that went down badly.
We eventually won 1-0 but it was edgy. Hardly imperious stuff. But at least the surroundings were pleasant and reminded me somewhat of the previous Saturday when I was in England.
It was good to get out and play too rather than watching.
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