The boy gets around

Having procrastinated long enough, I finally got down to finishing the last chapters of the Roberto Firmino book (Sí Señor: My Liverpool Years) and of putting down the myriad thoughts I’ve had about it since I started about a month ago. Thank you SparseRunner for the epigram – I used it in the concluding paragraph:
 
Some books are written to be sold, not read. The real disappointment is that Firmino, for all the joy he brought as a Liverpool player, should have put his name to this book as his farewell note.
 
The 800 words went surprisingly quickly, and I was able to get down to some of the New Zealand stuff as a little treat afterwards.
 
Wyatt came round to see Ottawacker Jr. following yesterday’s successful raid on our finances. This time they decided on a bike ride to the airport. This was quickly changed to a bike ride to the airport and a bus ride back from the airport, which made a lot of sense actually. For all the grief OCTranspo gets, they do at least allow the under 12s to ride for free.
 
In the evening, I drove Ottawacker Jr. and Lucas out to Rancourt Park, where they had a game against the lugubriously named TFC Black BU12T1E. Complete evidence of the OISC capacity to screw up the very simple was again in evidence. We were all told the game was at 6:30pm – it wasn’t, it was at 6:15pm. The team’s coach texted at 6:10 to say he’d be late. Only 9 players showed up (it is 9v9) to play in 32º heat.

Surprisingly, OISC managed to hold out for a 2-1 win – and Ottawacker Jr. managed to make a superb last-second save (or he managed to make a save that he managed to make look superb) to make the ride home more joyful than it otherwise would have been.
 
At home, once showered, we sat down to the steak and chips Mrs. Ottawacker had made for our return.