Floorball

Wednesday was really awesome in terms of floorball-ing. It started a little late(one hour late to be more precise) and ended at 10pm. I was playing forward at first, not my usual position, and i managed to score a couple of goals. Hendrix and Dennis were my opponents, two of the best Swedish floorballers with us. Hendrix was crazy fast and whenever he got behind my team's goal and I chased after him, I'd be trying to get the ball and he'd just shove me away. Dennis was targeting me throughout the entire game. When the ball got to me, he'd be the one chasing me and trying to intercept my moves. I played in defence after a while, a better position for me. I remember our national goalie, Illyaz, saying that there were only two really good defenders in our country, one was our country's captain, Sjaiful, the other I didn't know, but her said I had potential of becoming the next great defender. At my age laying with people double my age, I was really good. So just give me a couple more years of training and I'd be the captain someday. Anyway, I was defender on Wednesday, and I scored a large amount of goals, a few from my haf of the court, perfect accuracy and incredible strength in every shot. I remember roughly half a year ago, I scored the best goal in floorball. I held the ball behind my goal, and instantly dribbled the ball past five of my opponents and finished it up easily. I did that like a dozen times on Wednesday. I felt good that night. I got a ride back home with Dennis He normally drove a Honda Stream, and that car was huge. But it went for repairs and so I got to get a ride in his mum-in-law's BMW 5-Series. It was awesome. And that about raps it up. I'm out.
-Snake-