miss ma soccer team...

Monsoon has arrived, it pours almost everyday, so much so that it once took me more than 2 hours to reach Lanka from Cantt, due to the most terrible traffic jam I witnessed in ma lifetime. The weather largely remains terrific, hardly any sun and all. It is that season of the year which I cherish the most. Basically, its wonderful. However, am not able to enjoy this lovely weather, a less tensed life (have cleared fluid exam) etc.
What can be a plausible reason for this? Oh! I remember now. Am missing them, ma footballer pals.
It has been some time now that we witnessed Kharga bullying some striker with his uninhibited run down the ground, seemingly without any purpose, achieving much though (strikers themselves left the ball :p) or for that matter, baba strategizing for combat having almost always lesser army, bonds continuous lectures on how to kick the ball above the goal post, :p
bhaiyas allround skills (total footballer :p) and never conceding a goal, robos headers even when the ball is below the legs, bachus long n shining legs (lambi tange jo kahi bhi ghush jaye) , sirs doing nothings, harshas impact over the side he played for and more on the other side, kaushals outreach with the throw-ins, skss continuos apologies without any reason whatsoever, khitijs covering of the ground and dedication to the team cause, amit himanshu manish blah blah blah...
Of course i was there too, skipping ma G.S. coaching to play ma beloved sport, however without much passion. Most of the time I was trying to avoid physical contact/injury and in the process, diminishing ma output to 50 percent
Things are different now. After the accident am anyway too scared to play and that too with the likes of harman and all. So, I chill out in the evenings, thinking, JAANE KAHA GAYE WO DIN...