Table Football at Cafe Kick

I’m really starting to get the hang of table football! I’d always considered it mainly a game of chance – flick your wrists a few times and hopefully connect with the ball. However, after watching some masters play, I can tell you that it’s most definitely a game of skill. We try to play every afternon at about 4PM as a break from work (we have a table in our games room), and even though I still have a lot of learning (and practice!) to do, I can at least hold my own now in a four-person match.

To further tune my skills – and of course, to enjoy a night out in old London town – Nick (from work) and I met John at Cafe Kick on Friday night, in the edgey suburb of Hackney. There was a little bit of confusion as to where we were meeting since Cafe Kick had two different locations, but eventually we all found each other and headed in to play some Foosball.

It was fantastic fun! John and Nick are both way better than me, and truth be told, the night was organised so that they could meet and challenge each other. At the end of 4 games, I think Nick won 3 to 1, however each game was very, very close. At one stage, they teamed up to take on some random strangers in the bar (who, incidentally, would have profited from an extra spray of deodorant). I can’t remember how they fared, but I think they came out trumps.

We also then managed to find a few people who subbed in as our fourth player, and it was great fun playing them in various configurations. Kudos to the large-ish woman who made me laugh hysterically by screaming, “C’MON, LADY BOYS!” every few goals.

Playing foosball is surprisingly exhausting though, and after about 4 hours we called it a night. I was so tired that I was falling asleep on the tube (good thing John was there to make sure I got off at the right stop), and I slept in until 10AM on Saturday morning. You gotta love weekends!