On a sunny Sunday afternoon when there was a slight breeze, perfect conditions for a game of football, and that’s exactly what happened. It was Wellington Falcons U13’S vs. Staplegrove U13’S our head coach Dave had tactically thought out our formation and the game was about to start. I was playing in centre mid and out of the corner of my eye I could see something rather disturbing. A small child who was playing in right back. He had goofy teeth and pimples all over his face. As I was running up the wing the ‘’Hobbit’’ decided to take me out. I immediately ran over to him and started yelling at him. This was no longer a football match this was a war. Later on in the game he took out four fellow teammates. At the end, our manager went over to Staplegroves manager and expressed his anger to him.
Later on in the season we had another encounter with Staplegrove but to our teams delight there was no Hobbit.
May 21, 2009 at 10:35 am
i likr your story its fliping good
May 23, 2009 at 12:24 pm
calling people hobbits is nasty
July 4, 2009 at 1:58 pm
You seem to have a real gift for summing up little inconsequential events with humour and clarity. Is this the same pitch that slopes by 20 degrees? (according to Casper)