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The Futsal Court at 10pm

The Futsal Court at 10pm

The booking was made in a WhatsApp group six days ago. Nobody has cancelled. This is more reliable than most things in adult life.

The booking was made in a WhatsApp group six days ago. Nobody has cancelled. This, at the age of thirty-something, is more reliable than most things in adult life.

The futsal court at 10pm is its own social environment. The floodlights are too bright. The astroturf surface is as unforgiving as it always is. The futsal shoes brought from the car have not been used in two years and the inner lining needs to be retied. Someone forgot to bring shin guards. Someone else shows up in office track pants because they didn't have time to go home and change. None of this is a problem.

The logistics of getting eight working adults to the same place at the same time are genuinely difficult. There are small children who need to be put to bed first. There are long commutes from the office. There are people who needed a small amount of convincing to leave the sofa. The WhatsApp group that manages this is a minor art — the booking announcement, the ticking confirmations, the last-minute check, the screenshot of the location for the person who always needs it.

The game is not technically serious. Nobody doing this is technically serious about it. But it is also not unserious. There are people who remember playing well and who play hard enough to find the muscle memory that is still there, half-buried. There are one or two who are genuinely good, which becomes clear in the first minute and which sets the pace of the game from there. Everyone accepts this.

What the 10pm futsal court captures is something that is difficult to arrange in adult life — physical movement together, structured intimacy, seventy minutes where the phone is in the bag and the brain is not allowed to think about anything except the ball coming toward it.

The sweat is real. The regret the morning after is also real, knees and lower back providing feedback over breakfast. But something else is real too, this need to do something that moves the body alongside people you know, in a space where nobody is evaluating your performance in anything that matters.

The booking has already been made for next week. Everyone has replied okay.