Category: sport

Still got it?

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Sort of.

I’m old and creaky, and my chest has been a bit iffy this week, but I thought that I’d better give it a go and get back out and play some football for the first time this year.

Too many false starts and missed games, and damn: suddenly it’s February.

So I went out and I gave it a go, and it was hot and muggy and sweaty, and we lost.
Crap ref, but I’m not blaming him for the result. But he was crap.

Anyhow, it was good to get out there again.

Maximum heart rate of 172bpm, maximum speed of 24.7kph, 812 calories that I’ll never see again.

Let’s see what tomorrow brings on the World Of Pain™ scale, but whatever it is, I’m ready for it and it was worth it (T&Cs apply) for a good run around this evening.

Ouch

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A great win for United yesterday, and this:

as Callum O’Hare scored the opening goal was every bit as nasty and painful as you might imagine.

I’m not saying that the keeper left his boot up as O’Hare fell towards him, but that is actually exactly what happened. You can watch it from about the 1 minute mark here:

It still counted as a goal though, and that’s what really mattered.

Onward – and thankfully – upward.

Winning horse

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The Real Prince won the big race today at Kenilworth.

I was close enough to him to get sprayed while they were hosing him down.

No big issue, given just how hot it was out there today.

I’m not an expert on horses, but this guy seemed pretty happy.

And why not, given that he had just earned a cool R1,781,256 for his jog around the track.

Nice work.

Almost the same

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We went to watch some cricket last night. We almost didn’t get to see any cricket because of the only rain Cape Town has seen in about 2 months (and is only likely to see for the next 2 months), but all ended well with a dramatic, shortened match.

And then, as we left, this image:

Which weirdly reminded me of another – from a different time and place – that I had seen while going through some old images earlier in the week:

The sun is a floodlight, the dust is drizzle, the tree… well, that’s also a floodlight, and the buffaloes are the happy punters heading into the night.

Same same, really.

Tomorrow: wine tasting!
Watch this space.