Match Blog Diary

Black Book of World Championships 2006

Thursday 13.7. Midday

I was six years old when I watched Jyrki play and flirt with the ball in the television. That time we didn't have 50 inch plasma screens and even he looked small, I was amazed and nailed to just sit and watch his skillful smooth performance which affected me for good.

Today I took my morning run, to be in perfect shape for the biggest event of all times, and still Jyrki in my mind and heart beating fastly I knew this was going to be the last tournament to be taken. Last change to prove to myself I was going to be as good as my master, as good as the best. As good as Jyrki Klismanni.

I was feeling good about our adventure ahead. Last two years me and my teammates didn't lose but one game. Yesterday there was a small tornado sweeping over my town. It seemed like it was a message from higher above. As the scene looked agly after mornign tornado, it was going to look agly after anotherkind of deathly storm striking later this weekend. Trained destroying group Anu Meininki Swamp Soccer Team. More was to come and my train said cho-choo getting closer to Hyrynsalmi.

Little later | new new

Organisation structure is made easy to get and follow in our group. El capitano Joube arrived tournament accomondation in Ukkohalla alps cottage village by plane, while Tapsa drove damn old Toyota Corolla. I joined Tapsa from Jyväskylä, so did Korde and Rarure. Almighty comforted us in Corolla introducing an angel face beauty in a little kiosk at resting place somewhere between Jyväskylä and Hyrynsalmi. Soon after happy ice creams our travelling road trip group was back in raising team spirit talking bullshit about each other with sarcastic wibe. In Kajaani we made our last change, we hoped in to yellow Volkswagen mini-bus. "On this all bright-minded weekend this honest, tough little van is moving only with love fuel energy", said Ville, the older night watcher.

Arriving our destination I knew what to expect and what to wait for. Cottage was there, grill was there, sauna was there, now I was there and all my friends too, there. Weekend ahead, games ahead. On shivering first night I thought: there's nothing better than a self-grilled pork steak with a nice little punch of mustard on top enjoyed with good old crazy gangmembers on a beautiful cozy Finnish summer night after hot steamy sauna time.

In the morning we head for the first match.

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