A "blast"

What happened last week was - as Richard would really likely to say - a blast, only this time it was really a blast literally. Here goes the story:

There was an indoor-soccer tournament in UCM (University of Central Missouri, my college), and we Vietnamese formed a team of five and joint it, and I was the goalie. The other team was all Americans, which had two characteristics: they were huge, and they didn’t play soccer much. So as a matter of fact, we had to face big guys who were playing kick-ball, which was bad, especially for the goalie. So for the whole game, I tried my best to cover the wide goal desperately. When I caught the ball, the American attackers still tried to kick the ball, so I got kicked and fell many times pretty painfully. (The referees were also Americans, and they didn’t know the rule well neither, so there was no foul.)

When the game had only 25 seconds left, it was a tie: 5-5. I said to my self that I would not let them score anymore, even if it’d cost my life. And this was where I had “the blast”. In the very last second, one huge guy from the other team managed to get the ball through everyone, and before I knew it, the ball went straight to my face, one spectacle of my glasses got pulled out, and the metal part of the glasses was bend and cast away. I got totally knocked out as an epic loser. We lost.

Right after the game, I had to get to work, and there I acknowledged a new dimension of harshness, while walking under the freezing rain, with my glasses bended, my legs sore, and my right thumb broken.

Well, what can I say now, I survive!