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After the England game, I was feeling pretty KNACKERED actually, yawning like a bitch, and on the verge of falling asleep… I almost texted my buddy, and told i really cannot be ass’d to play tonight – I was tired, and this is the fourth night in a row… I decided, nah – i can’t let them down, i said i’d play so i gotta stand by my word. Turned up, sat waiting and nobody was there. Last thing i needed was me feeling S**t, then finding out the boys ain’t turning up anyhow, so i was gradually getting kinda pissed… Gradually they filled in, and we had 9 by the end… I didn’t really know any of them too well, and they were all mid to late 20′s – so i was the youngest by probably at least 4years. Anyhow, game went pretty well, ok, better than ‘ok’ it went really nice and i obviously made a good impression on the boys. I heard one of the boys say to another … “Steve is fucking good” Obviously i just pretended not to hear, but it certainly won’t do my ego no harm.. Heh… Hopefully they’ll invite me back, i’ll give them another footballing lesson…