Morning Fog,
Steaming Bell and I heard that the bully has continued to do what he has been doing to others: bullying.
He attacked another group of martial artists last night in St. Paul. The group's leader and their second leader below that both lost to the bully in a bloody fight, resulting in the oldest master being hospitalized afterwards.
The bully left words with the group that he felt he was the best fighter around in our community now and that he should be treated like a supreme fighter wherever he goes.
Steaming Bell says he wants a match with the bully soon.
I don't know how that will turn out. But I will see if I can get a video of their fight for you as well.
But tonight Steaming Bell, Ta E and I went to meet with another friend of his. The friend is a great martial artist but loves soccer the most. Apparently, he played soccer since he was in Laos and then for one year in 1976 where you are now. Remember that bald, dry dirt soccer field eye's view below our hill? He used to play there. And he said he and his team then migrated to France and joined some French team soon after.
He is old now and most of that is just memory. But he was still young then and very vibrant. His team got pretty good in playing with and for the French leagues. They then had one disappointing match but one that was very victorious. The disappointing match was this: his team got to the field and played at noon and lost within the hour. They left for home quite embarrassing.
Then the next few months, they practiced real hard and had another match with another team. They were winning 11 points to 0. The next goal shot went like this: one of his teammates took the ball close to the opponent's goal. About to shoot it in, another player from the opposing side rushed to slide at his knee so he could be crippled and lose the point, or at least the player wanted to satisfy himself for his team's failure to catch up. He dashed real hard, but the guy with the ball dodged him and the opposing player slided onto the knee of his own goalie's knee. The goalie got hospitalized and quit soccer forever from that time on.
"But did you win that point?" I asked.
"Yes, we got 12 to zero," he said. "And that was probably why the other side was so heated up...That was a very good goalie; he was top of all Hmong at that time."
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