The Blues

I honestly love football. Yes, I do.

But playing football after nearly 3 to 4 years, without being ready for it, is a massively bad idea.

Besides being horrifically bad with appalling coordination, I managaed to procure a shiny blue toe.

Yes, Blue.

Apparently, when a football crashes head-on with a foot, it tends to injure the nail, turning it blue, making the victim experience a feeling of being repeatedly stabbed in the toe.

Oh. The. Joy.

The things that we love are the ones that do us in. Bah.

I've got to go improve my game - Let's put up 'Better at Football' with the rest of the countless resolutions I drew up.

Till then,

Pass. Run. Receive. Dribble. Kick.
Score

As simple as that