Canada v. Scotland?

1-2. On a birthday day filled with anxiety for the dawn of the next day, I enjoyed a wonderful evening (although numbing) with friends at the Irish Times where we hoisted a few beers before proceeding to the chilly Royal Athletic Park. It was a game where the tall dominated and the ball skimmed the sky for most of the first half. The goals were not spectacular but, at least, there were some dedicated fans. The pretty boy, wearing no. 8, you know the one with the golden boots should have had the boot put to him. At the end, it seemed the chill had an effect on the Canucks, who gave too much space to the Scottish boys. Space = time = certain goal in football. At least this was a friendly.

Thanks to the Bison who bought me my dinner and beer because African birthdays suck. Thanks to also the two ladies who joined us for the cold evening of spectating and later kindly drove me to the bus stop. Football for Life !!!

Today = no training