yesterday officially ended the week of my life…
it was the week of my life because it was very special to me.. seeing filipino street children compete in an international competition made me proud…
the very first day i met them.. they were all quiet & shy.. but as days progresses i got to know them.. & i was able to gel in quickly with the guys…
i was there all throughout the whole games they had.. i was there singing Lupang Hinirang on the first & last matches they played..
i was also there cheering on for the guys on the field.. even if it wasn’t my shift yet.. i would go with them to the field & cheer them on..
my co-TLO, michelle, would also be there & cheer on.. even if it’s not her shift yet too..
these guys means a lot to me now.. they all have a place in my heart..
being a TLO for Team Philippines was at first a very scary thought.. i didn’t know what to do.. i hope i did a very wonderful job.. & so as michelle..
yesterday, was officially the last day of homeless world cup 2008.. TLOs weren’t advised to show up.. but if they did want to.. they can..
i surely did went there yesterday & spent time for the last time with the whole team.. except for coach marlon maro.. he had an earlier flight to canberra..
i was teary eyed when they were about to leave.. even my JD, one of the supporters, started crying.. it was all his fault why i was teary eyed.. hehe..
i am proud of Team Philippines for doing such a wonderful job.. and for showing that we filipinos could compete too..
their first game against india is also memorable.. they gained the respect of other teams.. that this guys can’t be just taken down.. that they have to defend well against Team Philippines..
actually all of their games are memorable..
hope to see the whole team again when i get back home to philippines..
milan is next… hopefully they could replicate what the very first team of players for philippines did.. or even much better.. i know that it will be a very difficult task for the second batch of players for milan.. but i wish them good luck..
