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I have stomach flu. I cough frequently, to the point that my chest hurts like crazy. Phlegm seems to be stuck in my throat. When I cough them out, there are traces of blood. I feel feverish. Everytime I exert myself physically, I find it very, very difficult to breathe.

Am I seeking sympathy? No.

All I'm saying is that this is how I'm going into the game in 9 hours' time. And I'm gonna give my all to win.

Even if it means I faint. Even if anything worse than that happens. If I could I'd get back up and fight on.

TLFC is more than a soccer team; we're a family. Whether we unite through SJI, SAJC or PJC, or even through flesh and blood, we'll work hard for ourselves and for one another.

We're better than any team we play against, and tomorrow, sick and feverish as I am, I'm going to prove that.

Turf City Soccer Pitch.
TLFC vs Some Random Mat Team.
9am. 28/08/2005

TLFC Squad
Nazir. Keeper
Irwan Iskandar. Keeper/Fullback/Winger
Jon. Right-back
Shahrul. Centre-back
Ben Chiew. Centre-back
Daniel. Fullback/Striker
Suffian. Winger
Aizat. Centre Midfield
Marcus. Centre Midfield
Nas. Centre Midfield/Winger/Striker
Mus. Striker/Attacking-Defensive Right/Centre
Syahmi. Striker

*In the absence of captain Syah Fidzuan... Well, we never really needed a Captain anyway.

Likely formation:

Likely formation after 30 minutes:


All the best guys. Tomorrow, asses will be kicked. And it's not going to be ours. And no, nobody's kicking Nazir's face either.