Radhika's Diaries

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Both my boys are football geeks. Period.

That, I presume, says it all!

They talk football at home. Ahem….not just talk – they breathe, eat, sleep, dream football.ย  And is that all…?? No there’s more.

For starters – They are incapable of just walking – as in, simply putting one step in front of another to get from point A to point B in the house, like the rest of us – oh no!! The grimy well-kicked football is never far from their feet and they pass the ball, they dribble, they dodge, they tackle, they do a kobri, they take a heading, they strike a goal – all this while getting from that point A to point B. Most of our walls (and ceilings) are decorated with smudges and marks; and items in the house resemble artefacts from the Harappa and Mohenjo daro times (they all lack either an arm, leg or head.)


This has been the case right from the time the wee boys learnt to kick a ball. Since then there’s nothing left to break in our house, except perhaps my husband’s head and mine – which it might if it gets in the way of the ball!!

Whenever the boys come back home for vacations, the 1st thing they do on entering the house is to hunt for their Nike ball and there we go again……!

And I, being the good mother that I am, follow the policy of “If you can’t beat em, join em!” So, I am all ears when they want to talk strategies of their favourite team; and I am all eyes when they want to show me a particularly clever tactic from their favourite player. I have perfected the art of looking pretty knowledgeable when they throw names like Drogba, Hazard, Fergusson, Wenger and more at me and I hardly bat an eyelid at conversations revolving aroundย  penalty-kicks, free-kicks, corners, off-side, the yellow card and the red card!

My kitchen platform, most often, doubles up as the football field whenever either twin wants to discuss finer points of the game – the salt & pepper shakers become the Goal Posts, the lemon is the ball, and it turns out the pickle-jar is not actually a pickle-jar – it’s the Centre-Forward about to score a goal!! You can imagine what happens when that goal is scored – there’s pickle all over the wall of course!!ย  :/

So, with this being the scenario in my house you can guess my reaction when the boys throw a challenge at me. I take it up! Simple as that – Mine not to ask why, Mine just to Do or Die!! The most recent one being the Dizzy Penalty Challenge or simply The Dizzy Shootout!!

And what does that involve?ย  Well, it involves going around a football in dizzying circles for as many times as you can and then shooting a goal! Sounds simple??? It isn’t – believe me. I wobbled around the house in a dazed maner for quite some time after that!!

And since my WordPress account doesn’t support videos, I’m wondering if I should upload my DizzyChallenge video on YouTube. When Ronaldinho, Gareth Bale and Usain Bolt can put up theirs, why can’t I???


8 thoughts on “The Dizzy Penalty Challenge and me!

  1. Hahah, would love to see a video of that.


    1. ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚


  2. That was a fun read. Post the video on youtube it will be fun.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you. Maybe I should!! ๐Ÿ™‚


  3. floatinggold says:

    No kicking of ball was allowed inside the house when I was growing up. Your boys are lucky.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. I hope they realise just how lucky they are!!! ๐Ÿ™‚

      Liked by 1 person

    1. OMG!!! Don’t know what to say!! Do I even deserve it!!!

      Liked by 1 person

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