a new kind of addiction

i have a new kind of addiction, that is playing soccer. soccer -not street soccer- is arguably the most played sport in the world, and there is a reason to it. To know the complete explanation, go to http://www.thebestsportintheworld.com/ . Today i share my addiction.

Always wanted to run the whole length of the pitch, beating 5 defenders, and score like Owen did?
Always been wondering how it'll feel to dip a reverse curler the way Garcia killed Juventus?
Always felt awed by the way John Terry marshaled his defense?

Play soccer on the field, starting Today! No more picking of balls every 12 seconds, no more stupid walls to prevent the timely sliding tackle, no more goal posts that's as tall as your little brother.

I propose that all my friends give up excessive street soccer and TRY the real thing! Play in a full-sized GREEN field. It may be no Camp de Nou, but its freedom enough for the flicker-foot. It may be no Stadio San Siro, but it is no mean feat to defend your fort. It may be no Anfield, but the Passion runs as deep. A song being sung from your heart, as you enter the field on the cue of the referee's whistle.

"Here we go", you utter, as fellow mates battle and grind by your side, 12 yards away. Grass on your legs, Mud in your face, Duty, Duty reigns. No room for error, eleven against eleven, one against himself. No more whispers, nor whistles - for they are meek. We shout, we scream a hero's scream, adrenalin runs free. Winning is Everything, like Life, like Love, like a Gun-draw. Losing is Losing. You smell your Enemy's blood, Animosity is the Rule - everyone a Beast. A Hawk, a Fox, a Pitbull, a Horse, a Snake - BloodThirsters we all.

The Whistle goes, everything Unleashed. Hearts are Motors; Legs are Wings; Bodies a Battering Ram. Nothing stops the Tension, only the Judge holds the Wand, He maintains Order and Just, but only JUST. His eyes like Searchlight, his massive Body uncompromising. His Words, they Banish. They keep the Beasts human-like. They control the Game.

Once so often, the Forts are Breached. The Players, scream Joy or Fury - but never Complacent nor Desolated. A Mindblowing 90 Minutes of UnMistaken Monstrosities, Masterly Mulls, Misery Making.

A Final whistle goes, and a great Awakening of the Lost. As if from Hypnotism, we become the Civil all over again - Gentle as Humans. Handshakes are exchanged, friendships Forged from a time of Reckless Abandon. Circles Expand, Networkings underway. The "judge" -smiling- cheekily walks over, unassuming, collects modern silver.

"nice game", he chirps.

What an afternoon.

for an experience like this, each would have to pay a small sum of 5 or 6 bucks for the pitch and of cos the referee. The pitch is constantly maintained, and the referee is a certified personnel. The random opponents are also arranged for you, but if you so wish, you may opt to play a friendly team of your own friends at a slightly discounted price.
Are my Warriors Ready?