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Getting back to soccer, we used my dad's garage as one
of our goal post and the stack of our slippers as
another one.  Of course, we could do that only when
the car was not in the garage.  Most of the time, as a
courtesy from my kind dad, he would park the park in
the street and allow us the full use of the field. 
Though I liked to play soccer, I was not good at it. 
Whenever we played for money, I always lost.  The
opposite team seemed to be faster and I hardly caught
up with them.  One of the opposite team player later
played for the national team.  That was how good some
of my rivals were.  As I told you before, the soccer
stadium was by Chao Kheng's residence.  It was less
than half a mile from my house.  Every Sunday during
the soccer season, I would be there.  Hardly did I pay
for the tickets.  Between the walls of the stadium,
there were big holes all around it.  Sometimes, they
would post someone to guard the certain big holes, I
just avoid that.  In Savannakhet, the walls were solid
and tall.  Still, we didn't pay a Kip to get in.  What
we did there was to stand on one another's shoulder
and climb in.  The last one to get in tended to be
tall and agile.  He would just jump and reach to our
extended hands from above the stadium.  For Vientiane
stadium, it was short enough to climb the wall and I
hardly paid for the tickets except for the very big
events which featured a team from other countries. 
Those events were heavily guarded, and you would have
to waste a substantial amount of time to get in
freely.  It was funny that the favorite team in each
respectful towns that I lived was the high school
team, and the formidable team that everyone wanted to
overthrow was the army team.  One of the players in
Thakek army team was Dum (black).  He was so black
that the only white part was his teeth.  He was as
fast as lightning.  One time, when the Thakek team
went to play the Thailand regional team in Nakhon
Phanom.  The Thai spectators even cheered him as
wildly as the spectators from Thakek did when he
scored the goal.  That was an unbelievable moment
indeed.  After all, the Nakhon Phanom people were not
lesser Lao than we were.  What Nakhon Phanom as well
as Isan people waited was when the Lao in Laos had
shown some greatness then they would rally themselves
behind them.

(to be continued)

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