Took off work in the late morning...taking a break for yet another match...
yes yes ...I might be limping...just alittle bit but, when the muscles were warmed up,
speed run was up and going again.

Far end was pure brawl, fighting for an egg on the field...the name is GILBERT.
big splashes of mud on face with some covering the eyes...
couldn't see clearly but yet pushing in a scrum like a bull dragging a whole lot
of crap through the fields...

Down below were studded adidas everywhere awaiting to crush any knuckles in their way.
And soon, when GILBERT was out, it was speed, strategy and reflexes...
Racing to the double pole destination... I scored a try.
Ending a wonderful 37-11 victory...

But living poor Gilbert exhausted in the middle of the field...wasted...

hahaha....