While volunteering at an animal rescue, some of the staff invited a few of the male volunteers to play football with them at the end of the day. I asked if I could come too and they reluctantly agreed. I showed up at the scheduled time, in fact, I was the only volunteer who showed up at all, and we separated into shirts and skins (it should be pretty obvious which team I was on). We began the game despite the light rain, and at first no one would pass to me. I got a little fed up and when a member of the opposite team booted it down the field, I jumped and headed it towards one of my teammates. An opponent also went for the ball and knocked me into the mud and cow poo (yes, there were cows at the sanctuary). I got up and kept going ignoring the obvious shock of my teammates. Girls can get dirty, too.