has been sitting behind the goal on the step between the sports gravel ground and the road that curls around it and out of the school grounds. He plods along and dumps himself down and while I run about collecting stray and mis-hit footballs during practice, he is slouched amongst his bags. He's got the same bags, the same number of bags as everyone else but some how he manages to make it look like he's been weighed down like a Nepalese pack mule.
His hair doesn't reach all the way down to his ears so he's got these bald patches and he wears a pair of electric blue-framed glasses. Goofy teeth too and that's our Kensuke.
His cousin Maika was at Nanachu last year, now having graduated to High School, and she was as friendly and lucky-go as li'l Kensuke. He is one funny little man.
In a week of turbulence and euphoric moments, those spent sat beside Kensuke behind the goal, in the quiet moments when footballs have stopped flying, speaking bad Englsih and worse Jpanese, those have been my favourite.
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