28/08/2026
Tomorrow, we step on the pitch to play the game we love. Not for pleasure, not for fun. But in memory of a player who ran with us, dribbled with us, played with us, won and lost with us. A brother and a friend who laughed and cried with us. Tomorrow, we step on the blue turf with heaviness rather than an aim. That our once energetic teammate will remember one more time, the game we hold dear. A reminder that life is too short to not do what you love. Tomorrow we wear our boots, raise our sticks and chase the ball in honour of RASHID GUYAM ADAMS. A brother only lost physically but continues to stay in our hearts. Rest well mate!