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expectant .

Michael Edwards
January15 1992
St Gabs Soccer:08

whispery .


past .

February 2008
March 2008

adieu .

Aaron.
Alyssa.
Clarissa.
Danial.
Elaine.
Justin.
Valerie.
Friendster.


thanks .

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Wednesday, February 20, 2008
We are cruising
8:48 AM







St gabs sec 3 Guangyang 0


Wowzee! We won all our games in the first group stages which means we topped the group! (: And not only that. We scored 18 goals in 5 games. thats like an avergae of 3.6 goals per game! NOW THATS SOMETHING TO BOAST ABOUT! Our team this year is like super strong! I have a feeling we will go all the way this year. But we also cannot afford to be complaicent.

Before the match I was feeling alright and I thought I was ready to play. But as I got on the pitch and made the first few runs, I kinda struggled. Although My knee was a million times better than yesterday, I wasnt fit to play yet, as I felt the sting every step I took. So as a result, I played like shit. I got subbed out after like 20 mins of the match. wah shit, I could tell my coach was damn pissed with my performance. Oh man. Why didnt I tell my soccer coach I was still unfit to play and carried on. Why was I so dumb enough to think that just because my knee got better, I could survive the match. Its my fault I didnt tell the truth. sighs. Oh well, I just gotta focus. Give my best during trainings and pick myself up again and improve from what I have in ability. And I certainly need help. But I have to help myself first. thats most important.






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