It was devastating. I write this as the first line, so even if you don't go thru the nitty gritty you'll understand.
Background:
I suppose you should know the backgrd details, so we were supposed to be at the Padang by 12 to kinda register for the 987 FM tournament. Only the night before were we informed that it was a 3 way tournament: Futsal, Fifa 2006 on XBOX and Foosball.
So, we got there, sweltering heat, players strewn in the shade, those that played in the Hyundai Cup, winners and losers alike. Saw they had nice jerseys. Met a few old friends. I smiled. Everywhere you go, you can see Ang Mo Kio.
Registered KLKillahs.
Waited, waited, waited. Said they'd give us jerseys, they didnt. Said they'd give us goodie bags, they didn't yet. About the only thing I bothered to listen to in the pre match briefing was that the 8 teams will play for the right to represent 987FM, like that's such a fuckin honour like that. And so, there'll be 8 teams fighting to represent 938LIVe too. Some DJ Spat, thus the tournament evolved.
We saw the 8 teams. All mofos, easily beaten. Till one team came. 5 star crescents. Melayus with tats and all, but no boots, no gloves, just turned up half heartedly hoping to walk away with something. One look, I don't like. Hard fight we figured. Spoke to them, both our teams concurred, we don't wanna meet each other in the first round. Draw came out, we are meeting each other. Haiz, what to do. Play lor.
Now, the match.
Pitch: Hyundai Cup 2006, Pitch no. 3
Referee: KLK Mofo
Players:
Logan the Lion Hearted
Naga the Nefarious
Prem the Prolific
Shanker the Sublime
Kumaran the Klinical
Match Duration: 10 mins, 5 mins switch side
A hot day it was, and thank god mineral water bottles were totally free and there were a gazillion of them to go around. So hydrated, boots laced, psyched to win we stepped on the pitch.
KLK ref, looks familiar, suspect ex-student of my uni. Tells us to remove earrings. Ok lor, so studs no need right? [Naga]. No, studs also need. Haiz, 10 Indians and Malays removing their studs,chains,rings,earrings and depositing them with the P10 lady.
Game starts. Mats look shaky. They ARE shaky. They panic, they kalang kabot. We happy. A few mis kicks here and there but we are holding up real well. Attack, attack, attack. 2 shots, just whizzing by the low side corner [Prem]. Mat keeper tested, we know he's shit. On the power. Shot after shot after shot. Just not on target or keeper gets some limb to it.
Switch side, 2nd half. KLKillahs go on the offensive, totally. Mats were practically fighting to get out of their own half. Whole match and our keeper touched the ball only twice. Mats still with NO shot on goal.
Kumaran with a beeyootiful zig zag dribble. Him and the keeper. Full of power the ball flies, and clips the post. Fuck the tiang man.
High ball comes in. Damn, Logan can throw. I run run run, jostle with the Mat. Fella trips me, neh mind still can continue, ball bouncing, me and the keeper, GOAL! Fucker KLK ref blows the whistle for the original trip. Calls for a freekick. WTF!!!!!!!! Neh mind, still nil nil, ref fucktype still can try for goal.
Then the turning point. Freekick for us. We had lotsa freekicks through the game anyway. Cos we love getting tripped. This is how it went down.
Prem's freekick rebounded off the Mat. Ball went loose and fast into our half. Only other clown near it was another Mat. MAt and Logan in a 1 on 1 situation. Goal for the Mats.
And that's all folks. Even after that we pressed on, going for the equalizer to push it to penalties. But no.... Just luckless. Shit happens, feel like Liverpool. Haiz.
Fuckin pissed. Undeserved loss. If not for the disallowed goal, the match would have taken a different tone. Now to bitch bout P10.
Firstly, they said 8 teams will split into groups of 4. Round robin style, top 2 from each group proceed to fight it out. How the fuck did the format suddenly get changed to first match knockout? Think people got soo much fucking time to troop down to the Padang, boot up, kit up [Which they said they'll provide and didn't], just to play 1 goddamn 10 min game?
And the finale, still haven't come. Naga lost 10-5 at foosball, a lot of luck also la that game. Logan played XBOX and it was the same as our real game. Control all the way, lose in one attack.
1-0 was the order of the day I suppose. Dejected, we left. Burger King the saviour. Only BK Burgers can help lift this gloomy day. Yum.
Oh yes, before we left, the 987 lady said, hold on la, I give you the goodie bags. So we hold on la, in the sweltering heat no less. And what happens? She comes back and says, oh, we'll just courier them to you. WTF!!!!! Totally disorganized and a cock of a event that P10 ran that day. Please, stick to the radio you mofos, don toy with ideas you know nuts about.
Moral of the story: If it's free, you bound to take shit. Next time, just pay to play.
Background:
I suppose you should know the backgrd details, so we were supposed to be at the Padang by 12 to kinda register for the 987 FM tournament. Only the night before were we informed that it was a 3 way tournament: Futsal, Fifa 2006 on XBOX and Foosball.
So, we got there, sweltering heat, players strewn in the shade, those that played in the Hyundai Cup, winners and losers alike. Saw they had nice jerseys. Met a few old friends. I smiled. Everywhere you go, you can see Ang Mo Kio.
Registered KLKillahs.
Waited, waited, waited. Said they'd give us jerseys, they didnt. Said they'd give us goodie bags, they didn't yet. About the only thing I bothered to listen to in the pre match briefing was that the 8 teams will play for the right to represent 987FM, like that's such a fuckin honour like that. And so, there'll be 8 teams fighting to represent 938LIVe too. Some DJ Spat, thus the tournament evolved.
We saw the 8 teams. All mofos, easily beaten. Till one team came. 5 star crescents. Melayus with tats and all, but no boots, no gloves, just turned up half heartedly hoping to walk away with something. One look, I don't like. Hard fight we figured. Spoke to them, both our teams concurred, we don't wanna meet each other in the first round. Draw came out, we are meeting each other. Haiz, what to do. Play lor.
Now, the match.
Pitch: Hyundai Cup 2006, Pitch no. 3
Referee: KLK Mofo
Players:
Logan the Lion Hearted
Naga the Nefarious
Prem the Prolific
Shanker the Sublime
Kumaran the Klinical
Match Duration: 10 mins, 5 mins switch side
A hot day it was, and thank god mineral water bottles were totally free and there were a gazillion of them to go around. So hydrated, boots laced, psyched to win we stepped on the pitch.
KLK ref, looks familiar, suspect ex-student of my uni. Tells us to remove earrings. Ok lor, so studs no need right? [Naga]. No, studs also need. Haiz, 10 Indians and Malays removing their studs,chains,rings,earrings and depositing them with the P10 lady.
Game starts. Mats look shaky. They ARE shaky. They panic, they kalang kabot. We happy. A few mis kicks here and there but we are holding up real well. Attack, attack, attack. 2 shots, just whizzing by the low side corner [Prem]. Mat keeper tested, we know he's shit. On the power. Shot after shot after shot. Just not on target or keeper gets some limb to it.
Switch side, 2nd half. KLKillahs go on the offensive, totally. Mats were practically fighting to get out of their own half. Whole match and our keeper touched the ball only twice. Mats still with NO shot on goal.
Kumaran with a beeyootiful zig zag dribble. Him and the keeper. Full of power the ball flies, and clips the post. Fuck the tiang man.
High ball comes in. Damn, Logan can throw. I run run run, jostle with the Mat. Fella trips me, neh mind still can continue, ball bouncing, me and the keeper, GOAL! Fucker KLK ref blows the whistle for the original trip. Calls for a freekick. WTF!!!!!!!! Neh mind, still nil nil, ref fucktype still can try for goal.
Then the turning point. Freekick for us. We had lotsa freekicks through the game anyway. Cos we love getting tripped. This is how it went down.
Prem's freekick rebounded off the Mat. Ball went loose and fast into our half. Only other clown near it was another Mat. MAt and Logan in a 1 on 1 situation. Goal for the Mats.And that's all folks. Even after that we pressed on, going for the equalizer to push it to penalties. But no.... Just luckless. Shit happens, feel like Liverpool. Haiz.
Fuckin pissed. Undeserved loss. If not for the disallowed goal, the match would have taken a different tone. Now to bitch bout P10.
Firstly, they said 8 teams will split into groups of 4. Round robin style, top 2 from each group proceed to fight it out. How the fuck did the format suddenly get changed to first match knockout? Think people got soo much fucking time to troop down to the Padang, boot up, kit up [Which they said they'll provide and didn't], just to play 1 goddamn 10 min game?
And the finale, still haven't come. Naga lost 10-5 at foosball, a lot of luck also la that game. Logan played XBOX and it was the same as our real game. Control all the way, lose in one attack.
1-0 was the order of the day I suppose. Dejected, we left. Burger King the saviour. Only BK Burgers can help lift this gloomy day. Yum.
Oh yes, before we left, the 987 lady said, hold on la, I give you the goodie bags. So we hold on la, in the sweltering heat no less. And what happens? She comes back and says, oh, we'll just courier them to you. WTF!!!!! Totally disorganized and a cock of a event that P10 ran that day. Please, stick to the radio you mofos, don toy with ideas you know nuts about.
Moral of the story: If it's free, you bound to take shit. Next time, just pay to play.
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