Hello, Sportslovers,
Its been a long months of sports festivals and for the categories of them I particularly like to spin my heads, Crick & Football,both have come to a period of a big season,perhaps if you would developed a bit of acquaintances on the up-to dates of the cricketing fixes, already the "Asia Cup"had been underway and I am waiting for the shortest version cricket and the worldly tournament regarding the format.
When I look at my own sporting passion, one thing comes to my mind and thats like, I just find some pleasurable time to bother my heads with the affairs ready for the binary sports -soccer and crick. Well,the good news is we are just months away from the greatest show on Earth to start out festivities all over the world, with colors,flags,festoons,stickers on the skin and mouth, hoisted banners in the crowd,with enthusiasm and fans cheering up for their players they love- ah, thats a whole lot of fun, tremendous ecstasy,isnt it?
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Now that, being an Asian, thats pretty normal for me to support a Latin American team,as since almost most of the nations in the southern region have a little share of chances to be in the selection of the world cup and play in the most competitive stages, being the light bearer and glories for their countries in the national life. But, what I feel personally to be true is that,despite having a scanty participation and quality to qualify for the world cup, the craze and pomp dont go away easiliy - those feets that shake the football world, also raise a storm in the hearts of the millions.
Let me share a personal story I witnessed during the times of the brink of the world cup.
It was such a wonderful day and back in the younger times,14's world cup had a remarkable impression on my mind. You know the thrill is unmatched to anything and its so fascinating to see the way people go crazy about the team they love to see them play, stories a lot, which go away but still leave impressions that hard to forget and always come in the memories each time the waiting days begin to shrink. It was such a moment.
I was preparing to make my own arrangements before the tv sets and drawing room adornment phase seemed as a good bit of sweet complexities.I had my group of friends close to me and they had a serious passion for soccer, one of whom had the experience to play for the senior divisional league tournament in the locality. My brother and the other guests whom I invited came lately that morning and it was the evening time the grand semi final was about to roll forward and just a half an hour before the kick-off and the period when the tv broadcasts started opening the commentary analysis and expert box.
I told my friends to stay a bit more and in between the gap of evening times, I went to the super-shop to buy temporary dry foods like cheeseburger and pop-corns, a bowl of soup and some chocolates of strawberries for my younger little fan, so adorable. On my way back home, staying back of a cab, looking through the side-glasses and to the utter surprise caught glimpses that already stunned my cognition. How come the busiest street become so hollow and crowdless, even the taxi drivers went to the local tea stalls, the thrill and suspense, the rising tensions that marked the willingness to watch the match of the favourite team, that was so special!!
I came early before twenty minutes before the both team to collide and compete for taking control of the ball, the referee looked over thr two players anf flipped his coin and shaking hands before the match getting all set for action. I was astounded again, to see the man I never saw having any interest a sports, at clear doubt, I was unsure whether he could name a few of the players in contemporary football. The match started finally and I was off my ground and settled in the chair,ponting my eyes and nerves on the tv screen.
Time flew on and half time,nill nill. The remaining, bit of more action, hush and rush and players got more serious at conceding goals and some rash fouls and yellow cards shown and aggressions exchanged in bipartisan manner, the clock moved on and both the team showed potent ability to score goals but ended up futile attempts and waste of energy and the whistle blowed for the second time.
Sometimes, at the time of watching a match beared deep intensity inside the mind, ends up without making decisive expectations and resolving unsolved, the thrill turns up to anxiety and shallow depression, I had the similar feel as the match ended up in similar fashion. I started to feel sorry for the both team that I rebuked the players for battling so hard, nails and teeths and couldnt move even an inch of result in their favour and that was such a time of their lifetime, a golden opportunity for both the teams to mark their name on the pages of history.
Ultimately, the referee as usually let the match to roll forward towards the penalty shootout and Romero was for the Argentine side to be the saviour. Messi scored, Sneighder denied and Romero resisted a bullet shot and the moment the brazuka deflected on the pair of gloves, the cry showered all over, in the stedium, the middle of Buens Aiers to the millions all over the world.
The White and Blue finally did it to reach the final, the outburst was all over the place and so as the excitement reached my drawing room as well.
Well,still now the memories of the semi final haunts me and I would wish Argentina would mark to reach the likely result at the forthcoming edition and lets hope the little magician gets the ultimate wish of his life fulfilled and a perfect ending.
