You know how we Maltese are... we must have our dose of football... and when watching it on TV, in a sport cafe or streaming 3 different games on 3 laptops is not enough we must play a friendly now and again...
C.A. luckily came across some information about the existence of such a possibility within our work place. After some further pondering on whether we should join and some more time to investigate how to enter.. well we managed. Contacted the organiser and we were in... though left with a word of warning that we´d hear many comments about the infamous 12-1 game of Spain-Malta quite a few years back...
We were determined to go.. So Thurs. 4th October, 7pm, a rather rainy day to say the least, we were there (right next to the Neu Camp Stadium). Our team mate and opponents were very nice, and despite the comments we had a few laughs.
It´s whites against darks in this clubs.. the whites apparently having difficulty getting a win for a few games now. So rightly so, we were assigned to the whites. With some fancy footwork from C.A. and my trying to switch from grip-less turf I´m used to, to the rubber to rubber 110% grip (that´d only come in useful in basketball), we actually won the game! Qed tara l-Maltin!
But anyway, it was fun... learnt (or rather got more accustomed to) a few words too.. tactical like "atras!" meaning ´get back, get back´.. as in defense... and swear words like "puta madre" (your mother the whore) and "ustye" (not sure how it is spelt but it sounds very much like our ostja.. it is used in the same way but it´s closer to meaning f*@k).
After some hand shaking, and a picture of the new Maltese team additions for their blog, we considered leaving...
By the time the game was over, it was poring cats and dogs, and some cows were thrown in for good measure too (i´d say finally - although I love the sun - I needed this once-in-a-while downpour). Luckily, we were given a lift back to the closest metro... which in my case was so close to home I decided to walk it. I know it sounds stupid, but i actually enjoyed the fact that I was walking back home for the first time in the rain and puddles in Barcelona together with the rest of the working population which had by now decided to copy me and walk it home.. ;)
C.A. luckily came across some information about the existence of such a possibility within our work place. After some further pondering on whether we should join and some more time to investigate how to enter.. well we managed. Contacted the organiser and we were in... though left with a word of warning that we´d hear many comments about the infamous 12-1 game of Spain-Malta quite a few years back...
We were determined to go.. So Thurs. 4th October, 7pm, a rather rainy day to say the least, we were there (right next to the Neu Camp Stadium). Our team mate and opponents were very nice, and despite the comments we had a few laughs.
It´s whites against darks in this clubs.. the whites apparently having difficulty getting a win for a few games now. So rightly so, we were assigned to the whites. With some fancy footwork from C.A. and my trying to switch from grip-less turf I´m used to, to the rubber to rubber 110% grip (that´d only come in useful in basketball), we actually won the game! Qed tara l-Maltin!
But anyway, it was fun... learnt (or rather got more accustomed to) a few words too.. tactical like "atras!" meaning ´get back, get back´.. as in defense... and swear words like "puta madre" (your mother the whore) and "ustye" (not sure how it is spelt but it sounds very much like our ostja.. it is used in the same way but it´s closer to meaning f*@k).
After some hand shaking, and a picture of the new Maltese team additions for their blog, we considered leaving...
By the time the game was over, it was poring cats and dogs, and some cows were thrown in for good measure too (i´d say finally - although I love the sun - I needed this once-in-a-while downpour). Luckily, we were given a lift back to the closest metro... which in my case was so close to home I decided to walk it. I know it sounds stupid, but i actually enjoyed the fact that I was walking back home for the first time in the rain and puddles in Barcelona together with the rest of the working population which had by now decided to copy me and walk it home.. ;)
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