{"id":1021,"date":"2016-06-04T11:45:00","date_gmt":"2016-06-04T10:45:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/s700014969.websitehome.co.uk\/2016\/06\/04\/futsal-defeat-in-geneva-sassco-co-uk-5-fc-semailles-12\/"},"modified":"2021-07-31T11:08:58","modified_gmt":"2021-07-31T10:08:58","slug":"futsal-defeat-in-geneva-sassco-co-uk-5-fc-semailles-12","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sassco.co.uk\/overseas-soccer-tours\/switzerland-tour-2016\/futsal-defeat-in-geneva-sassco-co-uk-5-fc-semailles-12\/","title":{"rendered":"Futsal defeat in Geneva – Sassco.co.uk 5 FC Semailles 12"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Back in the late Summer of 2015, I was contemplating an end to the football tours. <\/strong><\/p>\n

We were Stateside in New York, playing in iconic surroundings, down in the Lower East Side, wedged between the Williamsburg Bridge and the Brooklyn Bridge. We had three Sassco regulars in me, Gourlay and Dixon, with some add-ins from our American opponents. As I took in the surroundings I thought, \u201cThis is it. We\u2019ve done it \u2013 the final tour.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then my long range effort sailed over Randy Kim\u2019s head and into the tiny pop-up goal and I thought, \u201cWhere next?\u201d<\/p>\n

The choice was Switzerland. Flights were cheap and hotel was reasonable and the bonus was flights from Newcastle. We\u2019ve had a few flights from Manchester and Leeds, so I wanted something easy. We landed back from NYC on Tuesday and by Friday, we\u2019d arranged a 2016 tour. Opponents were sorted. Adolfo Domingues ran a team called FC Semailles and we had found a like-minded individual. Plans were for an indoor futsal game and outdoor grass or 3G game.<\/p>\n

Fast forward to June 2016, I managed to squeeze Dixon, Ed and Baxter alongside the LPG gas tank. It was a tight squeeze, but we managed to get Ed\u2019s creams in. We made it to the airport in good time. Priorities were passport, shirts and Panini Stickers. Baxter got an extensive search, while I sailed through security \u2013 how ironic.<\/p>\n

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We had a day to kill in Geneva and wandered to the centre and to one of Dave\u2019s recommendations, which turned out good. Dixon though spent the night expelling his badness and described his ring piece as pulsating using his hands to visualise.  Baxter snored all night, so no sleep for me.<\/p>\n

\"PostNext morning, we discovered stains on Dixon\u2019s bed, but we won\u2019t judge. Breakfast at McDonald\u2019s in the \u201cMetrocentre\u201d across the road and water replenishment at \u201cMorrisons\u201d, we were picked up by FC Semailles in a blue transit van to make us feel at home. The indoor venue was superb, but we can\u2019t get used to this futsal milarky. Normally it\u2019s to the big man in the box to nod it on, but Baxter and Gourlay decided to play wide and ignored my Row Z direct balls in the middle. We went 2-0 down, but Baxter grabbed one back, before Dixon lost his man and I lost mine because I was busy shouting at Dixon for losing his. We mutually agreed after the game that we were both shite.<\/p>\n

Baxter, but now getting redder and redder didn\u2019t score again, but Gourlay helped himself to a hat-trick, while Dixon scored late on. The opponents grabbed 12 in total, but Cooper kept the scores down. Ed Cook, playing on Ed Cook time, floated around the middle for the game.<\/p>\n

It was steaming in the arena, reminiscent to our Dusseldorf days. Even Ed\u2019s creams started to melt. Gourlay and Baxter mutually purchased a set of Swiss wrist bands (Swissbands \u2013 ha ha) in order to wrist pump (isn\u2019t that supposed to be wanking?) after a goal. It didn\u2019t happen. Dave, though did finally discover that the sweatbands were to wipe sweat, not keep hands dry. Yes, Dave\u2026<\/p>\n