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I'm sporting the clown lips again - I think I'm getting used to them [even starting to like them, but don't tell].
So I used to play soccer a long, long time ago. I was pretty awful at it, and thought I'd tell you all a story that proves it.
I almost always played defense – I was awful at dribbling (I’m seriously lacking in the coordination department – always have been), and defender was the easiest place for the coach to put me. My team was pretty good, so I almost never saw the ball.
In one particular game, I decided that, since the ball was on the other side of the field, it would be a good idea to practice my gymnastics (unfortunately I wasn’t any good at that sport, either). I started doing cartwheels around the goal box. All of a sudden, I heard whistles being blown and my name being shouted from the sidelines. “ALYX! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET OFF THE FIELD, [Insert teammate’s name here] IS GOING IN FOR YOU!”
Oops. I guess doing gymnastics in the middle of a soccer game is frowned upon.
Stay tuned for part 2: The Time I Scored a Goal for the Other Team
Have you guys ever had an experience like that? Or am I the only one who sucked at sports and did ridiculous things?