Saturday, June 10, 2006
Germany's Michael Ballack
Germany's Michael BallackThis is the only time that I choose to partake in the testosterone-driven event of loud cheering and screams of Goooaaaaal! which gives some sort of an adrenaline rush I can't quite describe. Yes, the World Cup season is here. Mamak eateries will obviously be experiencing brisk business for the next month, what with those giant big-screen TVs showing all the matches. Clinics will also hear the soothing sounds of 'ka-ching!' since most blokes willl probably be making a beeline to get their much needed MCs, you know for their "migraines", "food-poisoning", "back-aches" and "diarhhoea" after those late-night matches leading them to their sleep-deprivation. Ya ha.
I don't consider myself a football kaki since I only watch it once every four years - the pinnacle of football matches - The World Cup. To join in the camaraderie of it all is not only fun but also makes me more intuned with the world beyond the borders of politics, crime and which celebrity is next in line to adopt a Cambodian baby. It is also a way to make myself well-rounded. There's nothing wrong with that, right? Although my brother-in-law called me a "fake football fan" because I only watch the matches to ogle at the hot-looking players (Exhibit A - picture above). Fine! So shoot me. I still pay attention to the game in its entirety and if you ask me the next day, I will still remember who scored the goals and who got a yellow card.
Anyway, the World Cup I think got off to a good start with the first game between Germany and Costa Rica. The Big Guns verses the Underdogs. A match between David and Goliath. Germany of course beat CR with 4-2. There was no way they were gonna lose the first game on their home turf. Myself, Aliff and Brendon (who came only at the second half) caught the match at Pelita Nasi Kandar in SS 15, together with a whole lot of other footy enthusiasts all hopped up on roti canai and teh tarik. There was clearly a pool going on within a small group of Taikohs, all in the name of the game.
It's gonna be a good season to see which of these bad boys - Brazil, England, Germany and Argentina - will make it to the finals. So I say, let's join in the fun!
I don't consider myself a football kaki since I only watch it once every four years - the pinnacle of football matches - The World Cup. To join in the camaraderie of it all is not only fun but also makes me more intuned with the world beyond the borders of politics, crime and which celebrity is next in line to adopt a Cambodian baby. It is also a way to make myself well-rounded. There's nothing wrong with that, right? Although my brother-in-law called me a "fake football fan" because I only watch the matches to ogle at the hot-looking players (Exhibit A - picture above). Fine! So shoot me. I still pay attention to the game in its entirety and if you ask me the next day, I will still remember who scored the goals and who got a yellow card.
Anyway, the World Cup I think got off to a good start with the first game between Germany and Costa Rica. The Big Guns verses the Underdogs. A match between David and Goliath. Germany of course beat CR with 4-2. There was no way they were gonna lose the first game on their home turf. Myself, Aliff and Brendon (who came only at the second half) caught the match at Pelita Nasi Kandar in SS 15, together with a whole lot of other footy enthusiasts all hopped up on roti canai and teh tarik. There was clearly a pool going on within a small group of Taikohs, all in the name of the game.
It's gonna be a good season to see which of these bad boys - Brazil, England, Germany and Argentina - will make it to the finals. So I say, let's join in the fun!
green leaf ;
