The last person

Not hockey, soccer, but not the big field, the small one. (Similar to a handball field), but believe me: it's a lot faster and tougher, than the "big one".
(I had a match in a tournament where the amboulance had to make 2 turns (in one match), because of my "activity", altough I didn't harm anybody on purpose, but if they are unable to understand, that i won't hold back just to enable them to score... )

[Damocles]

Sounds almost as hard on the players as Lacrosse or rugby. I know a little about soccer or "football" as the rest of the world calls it.

I don't know anything about football on a pitch as small as you play.

Totally ignorant.

At such close quarters if there are more than four a side, and they run flat out with the kicked ball, it must be rough.

Teams of 3-4-5 plus goalkeeper. Depends on agreement. Believe me, requires better ball control, because the pace is faster, more speed, because there are only 3-4 or a max. 5 players on field even the offensive players have to defend and the defensives to attack. So it requires also stamina. 5+1 fit very good onto that kind of ground and it gets even more interesting if you don't play in a hall on plastic, but on dirt or grass

[holodoc2000]

tee hee! Time for this little bear to snatch thread for a little while.

[amberstar]

Zoom..........

off with the thread

[holodoc2000]

tee hee! Hiya amberstar! Long time no see.

Watch your six! I've just snatched the thread!

[amberstar]

Originally Posted by holodoc2000

tee hee! Hiya amberstar! Long time no see.

Been working too much latley........now I finally have time to play

[bsg1fan1975]

I got it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No, you don't

[Spike The Cylon]

Hi.

Attention! Officer on deck!

[Damocles]

Where?

Where you would expect it the least

[Damocles]

Nuts! I get latrine duty again.

[TopGun]

you enjoy it really

[Damocles]

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I work with metals, ceramics, and plastics usually, not vitreous china.

[TopGun]

Where's the Head on an Omega?

[Spike The Cylon]

i'm listening to the Ohio Players

[holodoc2000]

tee hee! I'm snatching thread from you now Spike.

[amberstar]

Looks like the battle is in full swing for the thread.........

[holodoc2000]

tee hee! It usually is most of the time.

[TopGun]

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

[amberstar]

Excellent verse Top Gun

[TopGun]

it's not my work, it's really old. It's about the Charge of the Light Brigade

Paradise on my right, Hell on my left, and the Angol of Death behind.

[Damocles]

Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.

His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.

Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.

And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.

He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter's voice,
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.

It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his haul, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.

Toiling,--rejoicing,--sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought.

A little Longfellow to go with Tennyson

Paradise on my right, Hell on my left, and the Angol of Death behind.

I had a little trouble remembering that one,(It has been a long time since I studied Islam)

When Hatim al Asamm was asked about his prayer, he said, "When it is near the time of prayer, I perform a perfect Wudu and go to where I am going to pray and sit down there until I become fully attentive to what I am about to do. I then stand up and pray, imagining that the Ka`bah is in front of my
eyes, Paradise to my right, Hellfire to my left and the Angel of Death behind me. I imagine that it is the last prayer I am about to perform, stand up in hope (in Allah, His Paradise and rewards) and fear (from Allah's torment in Hellfire) and recite the Takbir while having full attention. I recite the Qur'an calmly, make Ruku` humbly, go into Sujud with Khushu1 and then sit o<invective deleted>n my left leg, with the left food laid o<invective deleted>n
the floor and the right food raised up, all the while praying with sincerity. Afterwards, I do not know (nor feel certain) if that prayer was accepted from me!" [Al Ihya 1/179]

Near miss: It's from Frank Herbert's Dune

[TopGun]

Oh you can search far and wide
You can drink the whole ground dry
But you'll never find a beer so brown
As the one we drink in our home town...
You can keep your fancy ales!
You can drink them by the flagon!
But the only brew for the brave and truuuuuueee
comes from the Green Dragon!

Hey, ho, to the bottle I go,
To heal my heart and drown my woe!
Rain may fall and wind may blow,
But there still be many miles to go!
Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain,
And stream that falls from hill to plain!
Better than rain or rippling brook,
Is a mug of beer inside this Took!

He’s bound to be guilty ‘r he
wouldn’t be here!
Starboard gun . . . FIRE!

Shooting’s too good for ‘im, kick
the louse out!
Port gun . . . FIRE!