The Virgins Guide to a Happy Life

41- Fun-moon

I sat on one of the benches opposite the little football area watching the men set up a match of 5 a side football. They even brought rags like bandanas to differentiate them from the other team. Terrence's side wore green bandanas on their head and the other side white bandanas on their wrists. The goal to green was by me and white was on the opposite side.

A whistle from the mouth of one of the men sounded and the men broke out in a frenzy, running and trying to take the ball from each other. I watched the men on Terrence side. The four other men were all dark, the shortest one had a tattoo on his left pectoral, the one just slightly taller than him and a hair full of canerows and he reminded me of Malique, as odd as that seemed, the one the same height as him was odd looking, with a broken nose and a tribal print on his shoulder. Then there was Terrence and the one taller than him who had no tatts, no odd markings, just tall, skinny body with washboard abdominals. I picked up the bag and took out Terrence's jersey and slipped it on to keep me cool.

I was halfway engrossed in the game when someone came to sit next to me. I turned to look at the person and the man was leaning towards me, so I leaned away. There was a shout from the field and I glanced up and saw that white had scored a goal. Green's goalkeeper, the man with the canerows received glares from the other four players and he shrugged them off. I watched Terrence as he wiped a hand down his face to rid it of sweat before he got back in the game.

"So you supporting or just here for yuh good looks?" The man asked me with a slightly nasal voice. I glanced at him and placed my hands below my legs.

"Supporting." I responded with my eyes back on the game.

"Ite, which is yours?" I looked over to Terrence and pursed my lip, how would I distinguish him from the others.

"The one in the red shorts." Yup, that was differentiating enough.

"White or green?"

"Green."

"Cool, my brother is the one with the plaits in his hair." I nodded as I glanced at the goalkeeper. There was a shout from the field and one of the men from white took a dive and hit his shoulder. He let out a yelp of pain and the game stopped.

"Oh gosh Frank boy." Tall guy with the abs said and walked towards the man on the ground. He helped him to his feet and looked at his shoulder.

"Let me see." Terrence said and tall guy stepped aside giving him some access to Frank's shoulder. He was poking around the shoulder and rubbing the joint and then he lifted the hand.

"Argh!" Frank wailed.

"It just dislocated." He said and as quick as he said it. He popped the shoulder back into place. The man Frank, held his arm to his chest and he came to sit next to the man next to me.

"That's game there." The tall man said and sucked on his teeth. He seemed deeply frustrated about the game being over.

"So no subs?" Terrence asked as he came to stand over me.

"Nah boy, we doesn't really have all theses things happening." Canerows said. He seemed put off as well. "T, you could play ah what?" He asked the man sitting next to me and the man,T, began laughing.

"You know how I feel about this sport. You know I am a waste of time." T was laughing so hard he started holding his sides.

"Yeah, well that's game." The tall man said.

"Alyuh, I sorry. I real sorry." Frank was saying but no one was paying him any mind.

"Terry, you wanna play still?" I asked my husband and he looked down at me.