Fasa

The trip to Fasa goes straight up and down mountains. Literally... I woke up on the way to the game on the top of a mountain. 3 kms (straight down) from Fasa. 40 minutes later after 30 180 degree switchbacks we're there. Three words... Drammamine, Drammamine, Drammamine... please? Maybe it helps if you're in a car and you're ther driver... but on a bus it's very very hard not to want to throw up on account of motion sickness... But... I've never seen anything ever like it in my life... I don't even know how to describe Italy but to say that it's the most beautiful place I've ever been in my entire life... ... ... sick in every way possible...
... The game was a must win for us so we didn't lose our first four and be dead last in the league. And for a while it looked like things were going to keep on going the way things had been. Chances all over the place and us just unable to score... and then the other team puts in some weak lucky goal and we're battling from behind... and about that time we take 10 minutes in penalties... and things go bad to worse... This time we were 3 goals up when we had our 10 minute penalty streak and we held on for our first win...