Four times today, a soccer ball went between my legs.
First, a flick-through from a pass. I found my team-mate.
Second, a dummy. Same team-mate.
Third, a step-over backheel into goal during a goalmouth melee. *Goal of the week*
Fourth, a complete miscue from a pass. Under no pressure at all.
Ah, well, three out of four ain't too bad. (Note to self: possible inclusion in future book of musings on life - maybe something about being happier if we don't let the disappointments get in the way.)
I am feeling so stylo today. (Note to self: What does it take to feel stylo?)
(Another note to self: I am feeling so stylo today.)
No apologies to the soccer-illiterate.
p.s. I usually prefer the Coxford Singlish Dictionary but it didn't have the separate meaning for "stylo".