Yes, you read the title correctly. Last weekend my life group had a sleepover during the school holidays, and one of the games our leaders decided to play was Fireball Soccer. If you're not familiar with the game, it sounds pretty ridiculous. And we were all a little shocked to hear that was what we were doing.
It was merely a hessian bag rolled up and held together with wire that was then drenched in a flammable liquid and lit on fire. All the rules of soccer applied, the only difference being the fact that this was not a standardised soccer ball.
But so long as no one kicked above knee height (the punishment being dunked in the dam at nine at night) and everyone wears jeans (the leaders brought a heap of spare pairs) and there's a bucket of water on standby; everything will be fine... hopefully.
The ball made this ferocious roaring sound when it was kicked, and it left little trails of embers wherever it rolled. It was pretty awesome, even if the smell of the fumes was overwhelming the first time the ball came to you.
There were a few close calls, one guy was hit in the chest with the ball, another one almost caught the inferno in his hands. But none were quite as close as my tumble...
Our team was at our opponents goals, about to kick our first goal for the night, when I slipped on the grass and fell over, right in front of the goal square. And the ball couldn't have been more that two metres from my face as my team mates struggled to keep the ball while our opponents tried to defend their goals.
As I panicked slightly and struggled to get off the ground, two guys tried to kick the ball at once, in opposite directions, and their feet collided with the ball in between, interlocked between their feet. I finally got up of the ground as the ball of fire rolled past me and into the goals.
So the moral of the story is DON'T FALL OVER WHILE PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO KICK A BALL OF FIRE TOWARDS WHERE YOU ARE!!
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