Started footy training with the local team this week, the wyndham crocs. Timmsy at the local supermarket, the only white boy in the team, told me training was tonight, a wednesday, at about 5 and i should get down and have a go. So i went home and put on my joggers, not having a boots, and headed down to train. As i drove in i noticed on the change rooms a giant painted crocodile, roaring angrily with a football tucked under its claw and the words "welcome to the croc farm" curling around it.
Only a few boys there so far. Introduced myself, some were friendly others a bit shy or stand-offish. Went for a kick as we were waiting for the coach and the ground was absolutely soaked from the recent rains. Puddles in some areas over your ankle, and not a single dry patch anywhere, even considering the fact that it had stopped raining two days ago.
As the boys trickled in and did their warm up laps, a bit of contingent was gathering down one end and having the customary pre training goal kicking. Being new, i decided i wouldnt just take pot shots but would take one for the team and get to the square and kick the ball out. There was about 6 of us in the square, trying to mark the ball without landing in the giant goalsquare mud puddle, and trying to avoid the flying mud when a ball splattered into the water.
Inevitably, i gathered the heavy sodden ball and lined up to launch one out to the fifty when i slipped on my stud-less shoes and went straight up and landed on my back in the puddle. Lying there in the mud i looked up at this grinning black face which chuckles and says "Welcome to the Croc Farm".
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