...at Netball Festival.
After a flurry of entries during the recently concluded Kuala Terengganu Parliament seat by-election, suddenly mad redo1 went off the boil. It seems posting eleven entries in twelve days is a bit too much for him, forcing him to take a breather.
So much for being a blogger 'tegar', right?
Fortunately, it did not require any hospitalisation and neither did Linda after this episode of not feeling well. Though she did went to the hospital and after having two bottles of sodium chloride tranfused into her, Linda did get better, albeit just slightly.
Anyway, today Berg managed to do what mad redo1 failed to do during his primary school years, and that is to represent the school in a sports competition.
mad redo1 was a bit of a late bloomer when it comes to sports, discovering that playing football is as much fun as cycling around the kampung with his friends, only when he was in standard six. He did however fell in love with Arsenal much earlier than that.
So back to the present, the Kuala Terengganu Schools Sports Council hold their annual netball festival today at the Chendering Secondary School. Despite the monsoon created havoc in the coach's plan to prepare the team during the school holidays, Berg and her friends put up credible performances by winning two of their three matches to qualify for the last eight.
They will enter the knock-out phase tomorrow and mad redo1 is hoping that he would be able to show his support for AKS#1, who unfortunately spent her time mostly on the bench, I think much due to choosing the wrong position to play rather than her ability.
It would be a proud moment for mad redo1 to see Berg entering the pitch to play but only if she deserves to rather than the coach feeling sorry for her not able to show her stuff in front of her daddy.
Hopefully she will earn her place soon.
Go Berg!
A few shots from other matches during the festival.
Matches between secondary schools were more exciting as many players have developed their abilities and in the process of realising their potentials.
Behind every shot there is one coach feeling his/her heart stops beating... just like the one above. The coach was the one in maroon.
The weather was just great for sports!
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