Salute, Captain.

When a team's captain sits on the toiletbowl and gives you thumbs-up, you watch and learn. Reason being: she is the captain and she is capable of leading. As I am writing this, I am facing the vast green field. Well, not really green but a little too much soil, wet puddles and bare patches.

It reminds me of how I first met Miss Annabel. She was a chubby girl who overgrown her tiny jersey and hot shorts, running amock on the field with her strikingly golden ponytail. I expected her patience to dig it's grave when she guides the juniors on the field because she looked like she has the temper of a cow which I terribly mistook. Because of her, I learn not to judge a person's temper and patience by her size. She did not have a temper of a cow. Does cows get angry?

Not only does she has a god blessed temper, she can magically squeeze through gaps during matches which makes her supporters go Wow, maybe the fat people shouldn't go on a diet because they can squeeze through micro gaps. So kEwLzzz! She is the bravest girl because she isn't shy of her jelly fats on her stomach at the beach. They say flaunt what you have and she fully utilizes the sentence. She does her rumba-rumba on the sand, think hawaii and beach huts.

Apart from her glorious days on the field, she has a pretty exciting love life. I heard she shelved 20 people who tried to woo her. No wonder her surname is Woo, she lives up to it. From my research, skinny girls who use bus tickets as their blankets managed to shelve 20 boys in one year but she managed to shelve 20within one month. She is a heartbreaker, surprisingly.

Talking about the captain makes me tear so much, I want to stop writing here but she does reminds me of the black momma in Norbit.