It’s clearly sports season for the sports fan! Come 7:30 IST and TV volumes grow louder and the sound of the vuvuzela rents the air. There’s something to be said about the energy of football, it sucks you in and tosses you around in the same sea of emotion and passion that the players are in.
My love for football started with the 1986 world cup. The year that Brazil, despite having legends like Socrates failed due to a penalty shootout. It was the first time I cried for a team and certainly not the last. It was also the year that saw Maradona becoming a legend. The year that a blue and white t-shirt had a lot of significance. Argentina has remained my favourite team since. I remember watching the finals between Argentina and West Germany (yes, this was before the wall fell) with all my fingers in my mouth, having successfully bitten off all the nails. Brown was my hero for that match. After injuring his arm, he refused to be substituted, instead played the remaining game with his arm in a splint! Talk about passion. The goal that Burruchaga scored to finally lead Argentina to victory! Awesome stuff.
What is it about football that has us glued, rooting, yelling, sometimes cursing ? 90 minutes of uninterrupted entertainment. Something that even our short attention spans can deal with . And the thrill of the ride, the bright football jerseys, the antics of players on and off the field. Can entertainment get any better? So this is the time, people, that I let all my inhibitions down. The time when I kick off my work shoes, sit in front of my TV and yell! This is also the first world cup that I have had my son tell me in very serious tones, “ Mom, its just a game” Ah, no son, football can never be just a game. And for the match between Argentina and Germany, well I am preparing to have some delicious Squid Sushi!
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