Our most recent soccer game (which was before the Easter vacation) was an away game at some other school in Pietermaritzburg. We spent a lot of time and a lot of phone calls trying to locate team members, the minibus that was taking us, the uniforms, and the goalkeeper's gloves, but we finally made it. There was a lot of chaos surrounding the game. Here's the score card.
Our team
showed up: late
players: 11
pairs of soccer boots: 10
clean uniforms: 0 (that's right, not washed since the last game)
points scored: 6
Other team
showed up: later
players: 8 (and I think some had recently been recruited from the netball team)
points scored: 0
players with plastic bags on their heads to protect their hair from the rain: 3
For the first time, I understood why we switch sides for the second half: one goal was noticeably larger than the other, and a massive puddle on the side with the small goal also posed an offensive challenge. It drizzled throughout the entire game and was raining pretty hard by the end, but I guess it helped make our unwashed uniforms less smelly. We were covered in mud. Here's the very wet team.
After we changed out of our uniforms, we walked back past the bleachers. A pretty large crowd had gathered by this time to watch the boys game and our teammates translated that they were yelling at us and thanking our team for bringing white people because they had never seen white people on their campus before. Our teammates shouted back, by way of explanation, that we weren't actually white South Africans but were from overseas. It kind of blew my mind, in a sad sort of way.
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