Caught the Iran–NZ match earlier and wow, both sides gave 100% throughout. I thought the commentators were a little biased, but the referees were decent. Good on Iran for fighting back to draw 2–2.
My football journey started when I was about12. My dad wasn't into football, so my brother decided he might as well influence his two younger sisters while he still could and have some company. He taught my sister how to play. I rarely joined in as I had heart complications growing up, so I mostly watched. One day, my sister hit the ball so hard it chipped his front tooth. He still has half a fake tooth there today.
During World Cups, he'd drag us out of bed at ridiculous hours because matches were usually live at 2 or 3am where we lived. He'd set up makeshift beds, stock up on snacks, and try his best to create the perfect viewing experience. Most of the time my sister and I would just leave our rooms, collapse onto the cushions, and fall asleep.
As teenagers, though, we started paying a lot more attention. We suddenly realised footballers were very good looking. Posters started appearing in our rooms. And just to annoy our brother who was (and still is!) a die-hard Liverpool fan, we covered our walls with Manchester United posters.
As we got older, football became part of lifestyle. College dates, parties would drag on to the time of the matches. At work, you'd see colleagues coming in with sleepy faces after a late-night game. My boss was a Tottenham Hotspur fan, and I developed a simple rule - only ask him for things when Spurs won. If they lost, stay away for the day. It worked surprisingly well!
Football has always been a huge part of life in many parts of the world. I caught my first match this year, Brazil vs Morocco, over breakfast with my brother. The hours weren't unearthly this time, but gosh, I was not expecting Brazil to go rogue, ever. Or for Morocco to be that steady. Or for Turkey to lose to Australia. But you can see when people kan chiong, they let their emotions get the better of them and eventually lose focus.
Still, the first thing I told my brother was, "Wow, I forgot football matches are full of good looking, ridiculously fit men."
I guess some things never change.
📷- guardian