Azkals vs Guam

It was an interesting day.
At 2:35 a.m., the rain pelting on the galvanized iron woke me.
During the day the weather shifted from sunny to cloudy to rainy without a definite pattern. I reckoned it would be wise to bring a poncho rather than risk getting wet during the game and call in sick on the first day of the semester.

the only decent shot I got with my BB

While the wind was markedly cool at home, it began to warm as we (that would be Glen and myself) neared
Bacolod. When we alit at our stop the (mis)adventure began.
First, we missed our stop and had to walk back.
Second, the RPHS marked puj let us off at the highway, we had to walk through woodside and rphs (missing the team arrive).
Third, we had to leave our unopened bottles of water at the gate.
Fourth, we chose seats near the gate and had to endure streams of latecomers pass by.
Fifth, the organizers let in people with no tickets in the P400 side.
Sixth, the home team should have made more goals than the 3 (I counted more than ten attempts from Phil. I dont understand what happened there).
Seventh, we had to walk the same way we went before the team took their parade around the pitch to catch the last trip going home.

Kudos to Capt. James. He worked so hard during the game.