By Chibuogwu Nnadiegbulam
We had a little more time to sleep since there was no class. The deal was, after breakfast, you check in with Keir to confirm what your day's activities were; articles, trainings, press conferences et. al.
I had been hit by a cold, my throat was sore and my nose leaky, so Sonja gave me a powdered medicine in a sachet to help send it away.
As I was instructed, I emptied the sachet into a hot cup of water and drank it like tea. It was sweet, so I didn't have to squeeze my face at any point.
After that, I met Keir (at the round table of the mentors) and told him what I had planned to work on. It was an article concentrating on past individual winners of the FIFA U17 Women's World Cup Awards, briefly highlighting how they have progressed since then. The mentors all agreed it was a good idea and gave me the go ahead.
It was not an article I needed to submit today or tomorrow, but definitely before the final on Friday. So, when I went back to my room on the fifth floor, I buried my head in my backlog of diary entries - I had Lunch in between. Then slept for an hour to wake up before 7:30pm.
There had been an arrangement to play football tonight and I joined the train so I could watch. We had some FIFA U17 WWC Jordan, 2016 volunteers come pick us in their cars to the venue of the football match and I thoroughly enjoyed the night ride in the car I entered.
We got there. Players warmed up for some minutes, before the teams were selected. It was mixed. Each side had men and women; young reporters and volunteers, and the game began.
In the course of the game, players took turns to be goalkeepers for their teams. No referees but the laws of the game were observed - not to the letter anyways, because you could (like Victor) video chat your mum on the pitch.
There was no half time too. They played for two straight hours with Christine, Jillian and Tracy helping themselves to water breaks in between.
In the end, there were over 15 goals split unequally between the teams. Our Young Reporters 'fake' couple, Katie and Victor were on opposing sides so I'd use them to represent their teams.
Victor defeated Katie. I lost count at 8-5 and can't tell the final score line - I doubt if anyone else can tell the true result of that match. But the fun was immense. Fatima, Katie and Victor all scored hat tricks.
On the sideline, some of us cheered on and on, adding the Mexican wave, while Rayane had her video camera on to capture the moment.
Christine from Ghana, who said she was playing football for the first time, now believes her best position is central defence. Not sure Jillian has decided on what position she wants to play yet, but it would be wicked to advise her on staying in between the sticks.
It was a joy for the opposition to have her in goal. Victor can testify.
From the football pitch, we went to a Pizza joint. Pizza Lovers, it is called. We all ordered. One for two or three persons and that served as dinner. Jillian, Christine and I went for Pepperoni Pizza, and it was absolutely tasty. Don't forget, we still had our volunteer friends with us.
After Pizza, others decided to go hang out further, but Christine, Tracy, Pablo (the adopted African power) and I opted to go back to the hotel.