Bangkok Shilton
Bangkok is a weird and crazy place, good and bad things and smells to tweak the nosehairs of every being. As a result of this I decided to adjourn to the hotel pool yesterday to escape the circus freaks.
The place was packed but we were up there as the doors opened and managed to secure a prime spot in the sun. A few hours later and after some good poolside friendly banter we managed to orchestrate a Europe v Rest of the World water polo match. Now I shit you not this was a serious event with the Germans and Danes in particular very regimented in their approach. Due to their Marxist stance I just volunteered to go in goals. It took me back to being at school, last to be picked fatboy in goal type shenanigans but as I couldn't be arsed to argue I assumed my position between the sticks.
When I say Water Polo it turned more into a bit of a weird Hasselhoff esque sausage fest (our team) against some Yo Yo Yo surf dude bracelet wearing potheads (mostly Ozzies). Anyway a particulary drab game was all square at 2-2 after 30 minutes (managed to burn shoulders in the mean time). To decide the winner (I had 80p riding on the result so there had to be a winner!) it was decided to have a penalty shoot out 'Soccer' style by the keen Canadian youth. Cue freely the salmon being called into action and the next 5 minutes rank up there as one of the top five highlights of my life!
We went first and missed then there first guy stepped up to the plate and his rather limp wristed effort was easily smothered by Freel. The next 2 were scored and then Jurgen (guess where he's from!) slotted our third, they needed their last one to go into sudden death and it was my current roomy wading forwards. Now I don't know if anyone has ever seen Gordon Banks world famous save in World Cup 1970 but if you can imagine the best save ever made and times it by ten you may get somewhere close to my Salmon like leap that denied the antips! Heroic celebrations and even a manly slap on my crimson shoulders from Jurgen followed (think Top Gun). For the next 10 minutes I could imagine what it was like to lift the world cup trophy in front of (about 3) adoring fans! I left Bangkok a happy man this morning and not for the reason most males of my age do and have now landed in Chiang Mai to see if the jungle trekkers fancy a game of Kabaddi.
Bangkok is a weird and crazy place, good and bad things and smells to tweak the nosehairs of every being. As a result of this I decided to adjourn to the hotel pool yesterday to escape the circus freaks.
The place was packed but we were up there as the doors opened and managed to secure a prime spot in the sun. A few hours later and after some good poolside friendly banter we managed to orchestrate a Europe v Rest of the World water polo match. Now I shit you not this was a serious event with the Germans and Danes in particular very regimented in their approach. Due to their Marxist stance I just volunteered to go in goals. It took me back to being at school, last to be picked fatboy in goal type shenanigans but as I couldn't be arsed to argue I assumed my position between the sticks.
When I say Water Polo it turned more into a bit of a weird Hasselhoff esque sausage fest (our team) against some Yo Yo Yo surf dude bracelet wearing potheads (mostly Ozzies). Anyway a particulary drab game was all square at 2-2 after 30 minutes (managed to burn shoulders in the mean time). To decide the winner (I had 80p riding on the result so there had to be a winner!) it was decided to have a penalty shoot out 'Soccer' style by the keen Canadian youth. Cue freely the salmon being called into action and the next 5 minutes rank up there as one of the top five highlights of my life!
We went first and missed then there first guy stepped up to the plate and his rather limp wristed effort was easily smothered by Freel. The next 2 were scored and then Jurgen (guess where he's from!) slotted our third, they needed their last one to go into sudden death and it was my current roomy wading forwards. Now I don't know if anyone has ever seen Gordon Banks world famous save in World Cup 1970 but if you can imagine the best save ever made and times it by ten you may get somewhere close to my Salmon like leap that denied the antips! Heroic celebrations and even a manly slap on my crimson shoulders from Jurgen followed (think Top Gun). For the next 10 minutes I could imagine what it was like to lift the world cup trophy in front of (about 3) adoring fans! I left Bangkok a happy man this morning and not for the reason most males of my age do and have now landed in Chiang Mai to see if the jungle trekkers fancy a game of Kabaddi.
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