Sorry Layton, Jacked your shoes.

Jack Layton, who Murray masqueraded as for Halloween.

I played with Fury last night, it was intense - We only have 5 people. We had no subs, which was fantastic, and we ripped the other team apart. I had 6 goals and something like 3 or 4 assists, and we won 14-4. It was incredible. I don't even remember half of my goals, but Christ, we really beat these guys. I even began pulling out a shitload of tricks at one point, a couple of which were nutmegs off a wall. I tried to smack a pass that was over my head with my right calf, but it didn't quite go where I wanted it to.

Jahan (the team's senile captain) has been teaching me a lot though, like the importance of blocking shots, and why I should learn to keep my head up, and to shoot with the instep much more. Another guy on the team, Mohamed, has told me that the most important thing about soccer is to just forget about the bad stuff. Ironically enough, a week before, he had said that the most important thing was something else (Fawzi pointed that one out). Perhaps he forgot.

So these three guys I'm with, Jahan, Fawzi, and Mohamed, are all a good bit older than me, but are teaching me more about the game than I could imagine, and that's probably part of the reason of why we were able to score 14 goals with no subsitutes. I forgot to mention to Jahan about the premier team, that'll be next week. For this week, I'll be working on keeping my eye off the ball, as well as that well-overdue essay for Sport Psychology.