bulletproof

I wish the boys were. They played their hearts out in the heat, got to second in the league, were full of excitement and hope of making it into the final next weekend at the men's tournament. And then had it all blown away narrowly losing in the quarter finals to a team they'd easily beaten earlier. They were shattered, all of them in tears. I suppose it's a good lesson, learning to lose, bit it seemed so cruel. The DJ kept playing this song all weekend. We picked Agu up from a birthday party and went home to lick our wounds. And watch England go out of the cup by penalties. At least we were in good company.