I played for my new football/soccer team on Saturday- St Peters Iver FC, The Chiltern Churches Christian League- and ruffled a few feathers in the process. I was placed, after only email correspondence with the manager on 2 occasions, in central midfield. This is probably the most important position on the field. Me being placed here meant that the guy who had been playing there for the last 3 seasons was dropped to the bench for the first time in his career- and his friends weren't too pleased with me either.
This, erm, emotional pain was nowhere near the amount of physical pain endured during and as a result of this particular match. The scene:
An extremely hot September day, a day where you sweat standing still, and it hasn't rained for about a week. I chose to play with my football boots which, of course, was a bad idea considering the hardened state of the ground.
During the first half I gained an extra bodily element- an inch long blister on my right foot, which I also lost during the same said period. Pain ensued. It continued not only for the next hour of the game, but until the time of writing.
It hurts to walk and to move and to shower. Liz will no doubt tell people this anyway, but on Saturday night and for Sunday afternoon/evening I thought it would be wise to soak my open wound ridden feet. Logic suggested to me that when I hurt my muscles/tendons/ligaments I put ice on them to soothe and to stop inflammation... so I used the coldest water for my feet that I could find. Liz found this alarming/hilarious when she found out and instantly put boiling water in my foot bowl. The warm water was certainly not soothing.
The following pictures are of the current state of my right foot:
Was it worth it? Depends how far you trust the stats!!! One game, one goal, one assist and one man of the match!!! BOOM!
