Once upon a time on a Football Pitch!

It seems like my football team has decided to be active again, so they've booked the pitch every Wednesday in MOvember, so yesterday evening I was on the pitch struggling against the opponent team, and my own condition, which for sure has been better.
Until a year ago, we were playing twice a week so that was ideal. The pitch had to be maintained and a new surface had to be placed so it was closed for 3 months from October 2009 to December.

As it opened again In January I was so hungry for playing again, so I called Capitaino Perry to ask when our training was going to start again.
"At the moment," he said, "we are not enough players, the MOst of them are training for the Dragon Boat Races".
So week after week I was e-mailing, text'ing and phoning Capitano Perry, to ask if there was any football going on.
MOstly the answer was no, but one evening in late February, they decided to meet on the pitch for a little game, but mostly it was to do the Chinese New Year ritual again, before the new season started.

This is a ritual where they bring a roasted piglet, wine and some fruit for the gods, some incense sticks and a load of fake MOney to burn, to show that they do not value the hunt for material goods.
If you want know MOre about this, you have to go back some MOnths and find it in a post from February or March, this year.

I was sure that this was going to be the start of a good and frequent football season with training every week, like we’d been used to the year before.
But no, it was not. The weekly communication died a bit out, as it was always: “ no training this week”, so I just let it be, if there by any chance could be a possibility for some action, Capitano Perry would phone me or he send a text with a short message like: “7 o’clock, game hard pitch, OK?” or he could phone me saying: “We have booked pitch every Wednesday this month at 7 o’clock!” and I would go excited home from work, get dressed into the soccer kit, go past the drinking men at the little “dong” down at the bottom at the road, and tell them, “no, sorry no beer tonight, I m going to play football” and I would then wander of, really desperate wanting that beer, but I was going to play football for two hours, so I had to wait.

I would then come to the pitch in good time to warm up a bit (kick a ball from two meters to another other player) and would watch the kids from the Brazilian Soccer School do their practice, before we would start.
Twice I found my self all alone waiting there, which was quite odd, as the team always was a quarter of an hour early or so, and then when I stood there alone and watched how the time got closer and closer to seven, my phone would ring, and I would hear Perry saying something like: “ Oh, sorry, but I was wrong, we didn’t book the Pitch today, I have made a mistake, but next time, OK?”
I would then walk back home and be met by the stirring faces from the drinking men at the little dong: “ we thought you were playing football until o’clock, didn’t you just say that 15 minutes ago when you left?”

So now I just want to see if this new attempt of serious hobby football will last longer than to next Wednesday, but one thing is sure from yesterdays event; my legs are a bit sore, but it was worth every aching muscle.

As a little remark to the new year “piglet ritual evening” on the football pitch;
No, I did not take part in that training, after eating the piglet and drinking the wine.
As I’d tried to phone every week for two full months, and nothing had happened, I'd given up and decided to accept an invite from some friends to meet for some beers and a burger at our local US American Rip and Burger Joint, called Anthony's Ranch, on a Wednesday evening, normally I would never agree to do anything on a Wednesday night, as that was the Football night, I thought..