KLK StreetSoccer

This is the world viewed throught madstrummer's flawed eyes.

4 Fences. In it, 4 Walls.

On those 4 Walls: Bags, Jerseys, Cigg Packs, Lighters, Half-filled bottles of Blueberry Tea, H2O cans, Ice Tea.

Around the walls: Strewn bottles of emptied drinks, Cigg Butts, Bags, Slippers and one corner that constantly smells of piss.

Within the walls: Cussing, Sweating, Throbbin, Kicking, Pulsating, Laughing Mats, Manjans(albeit very few) and last but NOT the least, KLKS.

This be the sight I bear witness to every friday and sunday evenings till late nite.

This be the StreetSoccer court.

And the KLKs who come there. What Colour. What Stories they could tell. What a joke.

1) KLK places cigg in his mouth 30m away from court. Walks into court. Long blonde fringe flopping about in the wind. Long Brown tail swishing in the wind. Sits on one of the walls. Sits. Sits. After 10 mins, just as I am about to offer a light, he lights his cigg. Plays two games. Barefoot(cos he missed his blockshopping appointment). And leaves.

2) KLK comes into court with his friends. Looks small. Plays like a chilli padi. Barefoot as well. Prolly a victim of his own pastime(blockshopping). He targets the new fellas. Clashes wit em. Stares at em. Plays rougher. Understand this; he is all of 5 feet 5 in. A strapping young lad wit the body of a jungle villager. Challengin those who would squash him buy sitting on him. He probably wishes he had a ladder to get outta the court. After awhile the newbies get lost. KLK feels top of the world. Cheers to the KLK spirit.

3) This be an old KLK. Funniest of the lot. Eyes glazed. Grin askew. Comes into court, pre-drunk. Has his stockade wit him( one Guiness Can or a Baron's Bottle).His shoes are too nasty to be shopped i suppose. Starts mouthing off outside court. Continues mouthing off inside court. Lectures everyone on how to shoot, pass, score and save. Takes a SWIG of his poison. Lectures everyone, including those not playing at the moment, on how to tackle, defend, attack, strategise and FALL. This time a bit slurred arredi. Saves full on shots travelling at 80mph wit his head. His HEAD. But lets in goals trickling in by just staring at it. End of it all, stumbles outta the court.

4) And since streetsoccer is played with 4 ppl where i play: Our 4th man. Comes into court like he's going for a tournament. SAF running jersey. Nike Shorts. Nike Ankle socks. Nike Vapor 3 Shoes. Whoever shops him hits the jackpot. Tall as a bonsai tree. Come to think of it, shaped like one too. Helluva Drbbler. Adept at bringin the ball all the way upto the the opponents "D" area to lose it. Master of the miss-pass. But then again, everyone has bad moments in a game. His job is to remind them of just that. And remind those watching as well.

Bark, Scowl, Shout, Fume. Dribble Dribble Lose ball Chase Back Hack Hack Hack Elbow Dribble Dribble Lose Shout Fume. Restart.

Well, i'll admit. None of em are violent. I mean violent as in "I'm gonna play soccer and break faces at the same time" violent. Or Violent as in, " U tackle me and u aint walking home" violent. But my friday evenings would not be the same without these people. And i would fully recommend you come down and witness this menagerie for yourself.

Its 100% SAFE. I guarantee it.

street soccer, singapore, keling
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