Today was the day of the great Games Day where St. Augustine’s College, St. Theresa’s, Skills, St. Augustine’s Secondary School, St. John’s, and the Holy Cross Brothers would come together for a football tournament.
The whole event was scheduled to begin at around 9:30am. Br. Richard Gilman, Pres of HCC, was going to be coming out from Cape Coast to attend the games and to meet with me. I wasn’t planning on participating in the games, but I had a sneaking suspicion that I might end up playing so I threw some shorts into plastic bag before we left for St. John’s. I thought I might be able to get some typing done while I was watching the games so I brought my computer and my notebooks.
Of course I didn’t get any work done at all. Shortly after meeting up with Br. Richard I ended u changing clothes and warming up with the team for the Holy Cross Brothers. I didn’t have any shoes to play in since I lent mine to Francisco, a pre-novice, so he could play. Anyway, long story short…After the incessant cheers and chants from my Skills students to put in Mr. Dunne I eventually got out to play. Oh yeah, my students also threw a pair of soccer cleats from the highest row of the grandstands for me to wear so I could play. The games started much later than we expected and we were playing directly under the infernal midday African sun. Despite the “inspirational” cheers and jeers from my students in the span of about 5 minutes all of my athletic energy was zapped from my body. I mean the sun just killed me…I was done for the rest of the day. WOW, the equatorial sun is ROUGH!
We tied that game 0-0 and lost the next one to none other than The Holy Cross Skills Training Centre! I couldn’t have been happier(Our team was terrible BTW). After getting some refreshment and changing back into my other clothes…ps this is when I collected my “Christmas” gifts from home and from my good friends at HCC…. THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE CARDS IT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME AND DON’T WORRY KP I AM NOT GOING TO GET ANY MORE TYPHOID!....I went back down to the field to watch the rest of the games.
My Skills boys were playing brilliantly. They might not be the best students, they might not be the most polite, they might not be rich, but they are my boys! They were playing very well against schools more than 5 times their size and they beat them. In the semi-final match
however, they lost to St. John’s in a shootout…ps then St. John’s beat St. Augustine’s 3 nil for first place. The skills boys were downcast.
I went around and told them how happy I was with how they performed and how proud I was of them and before long they were their happy, rowdy selves again. They are a great bunch of guys and they stick together. They are the underdogs in so many way. Anyway, there were some great athletic performances this day.
Another day in the Jubilee week gone by and once again I am realizing that I am getting quite attached to my Skills boys.
The whole event was scheduled to begin at around 9:30am. Br. Richard Gilman, Pres of HCC, was going to be coming out from Cape Coast to attend the games and to meet with me. I wasn’t planning on participating in the games, but I had a sneaking suspicion that I might end up playing so I threw some shorts into plastic bag before we left for St. John’s. I thought I might be able to get some typing done while I was watching the games so I brought my computer and my notebooks.
Of course I didn’t get any work done at all. Shortly after meeting up with Br. Richard I ended u changing clothes and warming up with the team for the Holy Cross Brothers. I didn’t have any shoes to play in since I lent mine to Francisco, a pre-novice, so he could play. Anyway, long story short…After the incessant cheers and chants from my Skills students to put in Mr. Dunne I eventually got out to play. Oh yeah, my students also threw a pair of soccer cleats from the highest row of the grandstands for me to wear so I could play. The games started much later than we expected and we were playing directly under the infernal midday African sun. Despite the “inspirational” cheers and jeers from my students in the span of about 5 minutes all of my athletic energy was zapped from my body. I mean the sun just killed me…I was done for the rest of the day. WOW, the equatorial sun is ROUGH!
We tied that game 0-0 and lost the next one to none other than The Holy Cross Skills Training Centre! I couldn’t have been happier(Our team was terrible BTW). After getting some refreshment and changing back into my other clothes…ps this is when I collected my “Christmas” gifts from home and from my good friends at HCC…. THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE CARDS IT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME AND DON’T WORRY KP I AM NOT GOING TO GET ANY MORE TYPHOID!....I went back down to the field to watch the rest of the games.
My Skills boys were playing brilliantly. They might not be the best students, they might not be the most polite, they might not be rich, but they are my boys! They were playing very well against schools more than 5 times their size and they beat them. In the semi-final match
however, they lost to St. John’s in a shootout…ps then St. John’s beat St. Augustine’s 3 nil for first place. The skills boys were downcast.I went around and told them how happy I was with how they performed and how proud I was of them and before long they were their happy, rowdy selves again. They are a great bunch of guys and they stick together. They are the underdogs in so many way. Anyway, there were some great athletic performances this day.
Another day in the Jubilee week gone by and once again I am realizing that I am getting quite attached to my Skills boys.
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