He is pleasantly surprised to find out they will be playing footie. While they jog to a field he never knew existed, his excitement builds. He knows that in all probability he will never go there again. But this one time is enough - his shoe splits with his first kick of the ball but he hardly notices. Goal after goal goes in as he 'defends' but he is not embarrassed.
"Pakai sarong lah uncle!!", the crowd chuckles. Their voices wash over him. Very quickly his legs and muscles remember how to stand, how to move, how to enjoy. The grass is long but now he once more plays without fear. Of injury, of losing, of what comes after. He forgets all else.
As he waits for the ball to drop, he becomes his idol. A sweet, sweet connection. It goes high and wide, but he is grinning uncontrollably.