Just got back last Sunday from the Paris rollersoccer world cup. The Dutch team, of which I was a part made it to the quarter finals but were beaten by Belgium (4-2), whose team had a twelve year old skating prodigy! The shame!
We played two real games (and one friendly) on Friday. One against the U.S.A. (2-1 for us) and one against England (5-2 for us). Things were looking pretty good at that point.
I was in goal most of the time but when I wasn’t I managed to put myself in the right spot to score. Max and I, both rollerbasketball as opposed to rollersoccer players, scored the only goals in the matches against the U.S.A. and against Belgium. The guys who gave the rock-solid passes were more responsible for those goals though.
On Saturday, after we’d been eliminated, I went to see Mike, Marine’s dad, in town. I skated to his place from the youth hostel where we were staying. Paris is such a great skating city! I love skating there! Greg and Caroline also joined us for a bit. Good to see everybody. I’ll see Greg again this weekend when I’m in Bretagne, celebrating Greg and Marine’s grandma’s birthday. My French is gonna be tested to the limit!
After dinner I joined up with my team and those of the Americans near Châtelet. They took the metro home, I skated. Beat them by five minutes!
Sunday we stayed on to watch the finals. Marseille-Germany was an amazing game to watch! It was 0-0 at half-time but Marseille beat Germany in the second half. Kudos to their skating skills. Quick as lightning, precise passing, huge amounts of energy, a real pleasure to watch.
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