Once in four years, in addition to the leap year and the Olympic Games, life brings you…the WORLD CUP!
Well, not that it excites me that much anymore but writing World Cup in bold, capital letters should do justice to highlight the event that keeps avid football fans at the edge of their seats waiting in anticipation for their favourite team to score, watching with eager discern on the players’ every move , and the cause for the apparent eye bags brandmarking them as World Cup zombies.
Sue me, but the only game I’ve watched so far was South Africa vs Mexico and that was only because I was at my bestie’s place and her brother made us all sit and watch the game with him. Not that I’m complaining though. To be fair, I did enjoy the game but I wasn’t planning on keeping my eyes glued on every match to have my football knowledge on par with that of a sports commentator.
On the other hand, the World Cup would also mean that most of the XY population, unless they are avid fans themselves would be seeing less of their husband/boyfriend/partner football junkies. Not me though. My other half just couldn’t care less who’s in the World Cup let alone sit at any of the mamak stall and join in the tribal chant supporting the teams halfway across the globe.
Lucky me. The other day we passed by a mamak eatery equipped with a gargantuan screen displaying a match and he didn’t even as much as peeked to see which team was playing!
So, i guess the XY’s would just have to wait for next month to claim back their partners’ souls from the dark lord of footbalism. As for me, i wonder what would happen if TNB decides to cut off the power supply for the whole nation when a really important match is scheduled for the night. Major catastrophe perhaps?
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