We\’d noticed that opposite our hotel is a football club. Golden Gol football. Four half sized fields with a club house in the middle. It was deserted earlier. But returning from dinner, unfortunately the worse for several caipirinhas, we found the facility open and the fields in play. It was an under 25 pickup game and we sat down to watch. In the manner of pickup games around the world, shortly the lads came over and in broken English asked, do you want a game. Hell yeah, I think was my response although I didn’t know the Portuguese. So I played footie with a bunch of Brazilian performing soccer circus midgets for a while and, I am very proud to report, did not disgrace myself. I marked a Willian look alike and forced him back a couple times before laying through a pinpoint pass for one of my team mates to score.