Abandoned

This was the second week in a row this season that our football match has been abandoned due to a proper Cape Town winter storm.

I can’t really fault the decision of the officials. It was wet and windy when we arrived, but as the games before ours got underway, they actually got underwater. It belted down for a solid half hour and despite our best efforts to get on and get playing, it was clearly a lost cause.

Frustrating stuff. Why must it always rain on Tuesdays?

Cold, wet and irritated, I have now arrived home, had a hot shower and lit the fire. I’m now warm and dry, but I would have liked to have had a game of football this evening.

Next week, perhaps? Has anyone seen the forecast?

Last Night’s Bolivian Football Round up

Things are certainly hotting up at the top of the high altitude Bolivian Primera Division. With just five games to play, any one of four clubs could still take the title (along with that lucrative Copa Libertadores spot).
Last night’s results were great news for the new top two, with leaders Bolivar and The Strongest both recording victories, while there were shock defeats for Blooming (who had two players, including ‘slightly blurry bad boy’ Katuary Leonardo Urapuca, sent off) and Nacional Potosi, who suffered their first defeat to local rivals Real Potosi since about this time last year.

Four goals for ‘the hitman’ William Ferreira meant that Always Ready leapfrogged Guabira into 8th place in an incredibly one-sided game which had been accurately billed as ‘The Battle For 8th Place”.

All of this means that the top four are now split by just 5 points:

Sport Boys Warnes will be hoping that they can get off the bottom this evening as they face a trip away to Corné Wilstermann.

Bolivar have the easiest run-in of the top four, but it’s The Strongest who will likely decide the title, as they still have to face Nacional Potosi, Blooming and Bolivar, before a last game of the season against Always Ready who are… and will always be… always ready.
The say that to be the best, you have to beat the best. Clearly, for Bolivar to be the best, they have to beat The Strongest.
Or at least get a draw.

It’s looking like a thrilling end to the season, and I cannot wait to see who eventually comes out on top. Watch this space.

Apparently Chilled

Like a swan gliding on the water, I look relaxed, competent, graceful: apparently chilled. (Probably not this fluffy, though.)

 

Underneath, I’m a complete mess.
Keeping busy.
Keeping my mind off matters.

Weekend results

I’m not one for chicken counting, and I am most certainly not counting my chickens now, but there’s a line in a song that says:

Come along and share the good times while we can

and a massive effort by United away at Hull City, and an equally huge result for Brentford at home to Leeds means that this evening are exactly those good times they were singing about and I’m sharing them.

A win in either of our last two games means that – incredibly (and I mean that literally, because I really cannot believe it) – Sheffield United will be back in the Premier League.

I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m going to be a nervous wreck for the next 5 days and in complete pieces for the duration of the match on Saturday evening. Apparently, we’re planning to be at a braai that night.

If it happens – IF it happens – expect scenes.

Mixed day

Things were going well. We’d escaped from the more difficult Escape Room at HintHunt in Woodstock. We’d great burgers at Redemption, and then we came home and the internet broke and then the football happened.

Disaster.

I tried to fix things with beer and a braai, but I’m still irritated.

Tomorrow had better be a lot better.