Canadian soccer – and other stories

by Lorenzo Piccoli

Funny story that I want to dedicate to Elaine, Federica, Franzi, Iris, Lisa, Maciej, Pernille, Suzanne, Zi-Jen. When in Canada, I played soccer in a random team that has now evolved into the Man Chest Hair City Team – where champions are born and bred. (The team still exists and last news I got from yesterday’s match is: Bad beat tonight. Huge potential though).

During one match I got what seemed a serious injury. It turned out to be a sprained ankle: still quite bad as I could not walk for a few days, but surely not as bad as I initially led everyone to think. In fact, after that match I wrote a text to the friends above and it went like this “Match won, but I am badly injured. Broken leg, probably. I might be unable to walk for the next year or so. Need your assistance“. We kind of set up an entire hospital staff in my room, with seven or eight people studying there just to keep me company as I was stuck in bed. That is still a very touching memory to me.

Anyway, last week in Spain we played a role game: everybody was given a random definition and we had to find out what we had. Guess which one I got. Then clic here to find out.