Tåpajen 5000 – what people will remember

The fifth anniversary of Tåpajen kicked off at early dawn on Saturday. Biggest thus far with 300 hungry football infused gentlemen divided into 19 teams.

I was, as publicly announced earlier, traded in the last minute in Tåpajen’s perhaps biggest signing ever from title holders, AC Fruktkaka to Tre Älgar. That proved to be the correct transfer-move as Ac Fruktkaka struggled through one win and three consecutive loses in the opening four group matches. Tre Älgar stood with one foot in the elimination pool and then other sniffing at undisputed glory in their final match against Fotballarna, whom they were forced to beat with 3-0 to ensure proceeding or 2-0 for a penalty shoot-out between us and FC Barkaka (little brother and a bunch of close friends) so it is with pride that I inform that the match was merely a matter of testosterone vs. kids. 4-0 I kid you not.

The fact that we were eliminated in the next round against Old School United in a devastating 2-0 loss, perhaps partly due to the reason I was sidelined during the whole tournament cause of my hideous lumbago is on another topic. What will always be remembered is the crushing 4-0 victory and nothing else.