4-2

No Yongren, no Guoan, no Faizal, no Eddie, no Kan Di, Jialong to arrive only at second half. 11 men to start with. Opponent was a newly formed squad, and multi-racial.

About 20 minutes into the game, we were 2 goals down. I felt the match without Captain Fu's distribution had curbed our attacking. Without our left-wing, I felt that I had posessed the ball more than usual. Weixiang misjudged a simple lob, and Jason had let the indian attacker loose for a one-on-one. I did not like to lose to people that I do not know, for I don't recognise their skills yet. Somemore they were a team made up of Marseille and Real Madrid jersey.

We had a mountain to climb. Then came an underserved goal from us. A fluke goal, but it brought back the composure, and since then triggered off our endless series of attacks. The 2 hours of sleep after Chinablack certainly affected the stamina. I was blessed to be guarded by a slow left back, however good at clearing. A through ball to Clement had allowed him to display his paced-finshing equaliser. Half time ended a draw of 2 goals each. Morale was further raised when Jialong came back from attending to his dear sheep. Leon was brought to left back, forming the usual partners in crime. It always feels shiok to see how him and Jialong took the ball from our side to their penalty box, otherwise rewarded with a corner kick.

3rd goal was the goal of the match. Wujie's corner went straight in, the same kind of goal I conceded in the match against AJC people. Weixiang took the striker position and redeemed his conceded goal with a classic header from a cross. 2nd half was a one-sided affair in our favour. Kenneth nearly headed in a corner, and we built up some really cool setups. 4-2, the final scoreline. I thought this was a way of wishing Yongren a happy birthday: a victory from his team, although yet again.

Perfect. It all was class to me. The team whose victories not really brought about by the 'trainings' we had, but by the years of bonds and understanding constructed.