Pampered

I was out shooting hoops with my macha, Black last Saturday. When we arrived at the court, the field was packed with these kids who have signed up for this football school or academy. To us, it was just another franchise or money making shit. Bring in a couple of white guys and a big name, voila! you have a money making combination. It was only 5pm and we assumed that these buggers must've started their training around 3pm. We sat down on the basketball court and started to do our warm ups and stretching while watching the football training going on.

Just right next to the basketball court is a structure which provides a lot of cool shade. In the shade, there's this whole bunch of mothers and some of these mothers brought their maids as well. Black and I started checking out some of these women as there were one or two who were really hot looking. LOL!!!! They've must've married young. Anyway, while Black and I helped each other warmed up, we saw one of these kids about 16 years old got tackled and came sliding down on the field. Black and I chuckled and sniggered. Then to our amazement, the following scene unfolded ...

One of the women ran out from the shade to the boy. As the boy sat on the field rubbing the dirt off his legs, we can hear the women said, "Ah Boy Ah Boy, you fall down again ah ...?" and in an instant, she was there, checking out his shin and knees and rubbing the sand and dirt off his legs. Black and I just stared with our mouths wide opened. Boy then pointed out the scraped knee to his mum and then his mum said, "Aiyo, told you already don't play. But you still want to play. See now, painful or not?"

Black and I looked at each other and it was Black who could not contain his laughter first. Fark! The kid was such a pampered shit. I mean, all those kids with their mothers waiting in the shade are pampered brats. Fark! Black and I started laughing and talking about our good old days. Basketball practice starts at 3pm or 4pm. But half hour before our training, we must have completed our runs and warm ups. Did we have our mums standing in the shade watching us train? NO!. How did we get to school? We walked or cycled. Even when we were 13 years old. We walked. How did we go home? We walked. What happens when we come crashing down on the basketball court and scrape our knees? We brush it off and continue playing. And then we walked home. What happens when we sprained our ankles? We walked home even though our friggin' ankles were swollen. And better yet, my mum would say, "sprain again? why you so clumsy? don't know how to run properly?" And the next morning, I won't even get any sympathy from her .. She'll say, "Why? Cannot walk? You know where the clinic is. Go see doctor and then you take bus to school ..." Like that lah best mum in the world.

By the way, after the football thingy finished, we called one of the kids to the basketball court. "Hey boy!" I called out. This kid walked over. "How much you pay for this?" Kid answers, "RM700 for 3 months". Fark!!!!!