A Good Win and Hilarity.

The girls played well today.

Did I just call them that? The girls? Most of them are older than me. I think I'm getting a bit above myself here.

Anyway, the score was 3-0. A good win, especially with the conditions; wind, hail, rain, you name it. Every detestable weather condition possible occured.

It was bloody freezing on the touchline, me under my granma's brolly (she watches us, with my grandpop), shouting instructions. My feet went numb and were swimming in my unwater-tight shoes, and my hands felt like they were going to drop off.

As soon as I got out of the car, it was hilarious; probably more of a you-had-to-be-there hilarity, but I'll tell you anyway.

We got out of the car and immediately my friend, Rachael, said, "Ooh, it's shit!"

Apparently, she meant that it was very cold. For some reason, this made me laugh so much I found it hard to breathe.

Then, as I was making the team warm up, the referee came over and checked the boots. Rachael was at the end of the line. She always kneels down on the floor instead of lifting her foot up, so she got extremely muddy before the match had even kicked off. The ref told her that she would have to tuck her (bright pink) leggings away. She responded by saying, "Ohh, pleasy weasy can I keep them?"

The ref gave in, so she said, "Thanky wanky!"

Oh, I was having a good old belly laugh about that.

Last one, as the match was going on, there was a smaller team warming up along the touchline as they waited to use one of the smaller pitches, but they wanted to watch our game. Emma, our left back, did an excellent clearance - right into the crowd of small girls. One girl had her back to the pitch, and the ball hit her square between the shoulders. She went flying, and landed face-first in a very deep, very muddy puddle.

I feel bad for laughing, but her face..