The team waited until the second half to put me in. By then, we were up 3-1, and I was given the position of striker. This seemed like sound strategy, as I haven't played in ten years and couldn't do too much damage on offense.
DDD team in red uniforms

I didn't play too poorly, though it took a while to get used to the flow of the sport. I had some good moments, some bad moments, and scored a (lucky) goal, which my teammates eagerly cheered.
Remarkably, the team passed to me frequently, despite a few missed passes. They were forgiving of my mistakes, helpful at keeping me in compliance with the rules ("Ben-offsides!"), and extremely complimentary after the game.
We won 5-1, and rode back to Phnom Penh, victoriously. It was a good morning.
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typical white male, scoring in indo-china
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