Crash Course

I had a tough game of soccer today and I seemed to have injured myself.

I was dribbling towards goal when my friend, Harold, came in from behind with a tackle. I got the ball, and he got my left ankle. I fell in an awkward way. Fortunately, I was fine. (No free kick was awarded.)

Minutes later, I was going to shoot at goal when my friend, WT, gave me a hard tackle. Although it was legitimate, I felt the full force of his feet raging at my left ankle. I limped off for a while to rest my legs.

I returned shortly. Then came another swift challenge from Harold. He gave me a sliding tackle and I had to tumble a few rounds before being able to stop. Such aggression was the tackles I faced today that right now, I can feel the strain in my left ankle. I hope the pain will go away in a couple of days, so that I can play again this coming Sunday.

(Currently, applying all sorts of ointment I can find at home.)