More Morocco, the Fußball edition

Busy blading so that's why I'm lacking updating the blog.. then again who the fuck reads this anyway.
Morocco and soccer, in Imminwargh they played soccer every sunny day after work or whatever they do. Every day around 5 they play soccer, all ages and the local Iman is a pretty good player too! They are passionate about it and they only need a flat surface and an ok ball with or without air, it doesn't matter, games on!!!! 

Another thing they don't need is grass or shoes for that matter, flip flops work just as good or even barefoot.  At one of the shops they sell full plastic soccer shoes and the kids use this but not only for soccer, no, for walking around, working on land, houses, just use them. 



Look at how beautiful my technique and approach is to make a goal, yeah ok the kids are smaller and not as talented as I am but I needed some training for the five O'clock league!!

and of course I killed it! I scored!!! 

Look at Mo on the right, he knows they are lost, I'm the best!

I really wasn't that good, seconds before the panna....

As a really untalented soccer player, i played a couple games with the big boyz and from that day they always asked me to join their league and it was awesome!! Some really talented guys, some sceamers and some grandpa's to cover the defense. It was hilarious because of that one screamer who screamed "like that blond lady with big boobs before she dies in that horror flick" to make it clear to his team mates, he was open and ready to take the ball. It was also serious because of the score and at the same time funny because it's alot of sounds going around discussing the goal and all I know is "begher" which means "how are you" which definetly wasn't the question about the goal. Miss these guys, definitely on of the reasons for me to go back to Imminwargh!