Smyth On the Move

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Soccer Game

The village soccer season has begun and this is serious business in my area. I was away from my village for the first few games, but on my first weekend back I traveled with my teamates to a village about 15 kilometers from mine to play in a match. From the moment I showed up in the village I was mobbed as if I was a real soccer player or something. As I ran out on the field for the opening kick off I realized how seriously they take soccer. The field was completely lined with people standing three and four deep all the way around the field. People had traveled from up to 20 kilometers away to watch the game. The fans were dancing and singing from kick off to the final whistle. Every time a goal was scored all of the fans would run out on the field (BaMaamas, little kids, old people, everyone) to mobb the goal scorer and taunt the white guy. At half time my team was down 2 to 1 and being badly outplayed. About 20 minutes into the second half I scored one of the worst goals of my life. The ball ended up at my feet about three yards from the goal. I swung and missed on my first try, somehow ended up with the ball at my feet again and scored on my second try. I was immediatly raised above the heads of all of my teamates and carried around the field like a king.

My team ended up loosing the game 4-2 and I could barely get out of bed the next day because I was so sore and scrapped from the field, but I had a great time. I think I will be remembered in that village for a long time as the white guy that came and scored the worst goal in village history.