A few years ago, we had a discussion.
A lecturer asked us “So what brings people of all color together?”
Some of the answers:-
Smile
Language
Natural disaster
And in the midst of all that hands, a short one rose up and said “World Cup!!”
Besides new found respects from testosterone driven being, she killed it off by saying “Even females sit down to watch them k”
Yup that short armed, not yet blonde hair was me.
That was the year I knew the name of the “oh so handsome” Kaka.
I remember telling my dad “Goodness, I never see someone who looks good, run so good like that”
Dad shook his head and went “A guy can look good running? Only you could come up with that.”
That was also the year that my sister cursed at “that Argentina player for making David Beckham get the red card” or so she say.
But what I remembered most about world cup was …
My family staying up to watch Brazil match.
Dad in his proud yellow jersey.
Kakak and I was going off tune with “Ka Kaaaa… Ka Kaaaa”. You would only how that sounds if u watched the movie Evolution.
That was 4 years ago.
Since before I was not a soccer chic. Give me EPL or La Liga, I’ll doze off in 15 minutes (that is if you are lucky enough to get me to watch)
But we never miss the World Cup.
Recently I couldn’t sleep, after a few prayers, I saw dad walking to the living room at 2AM. Asked him who is playing
“USA vs Ghana” he said.
So I sat down because I heard USA is a good team, consistent and the underdog. Hence, I joined him.
Dad was for Ghana , I rooted for USA.
We watched it and I think we screamed a tad bit too loud, we woke my mother up. Who was sick at that time.
It was a good game. For the first time after a long time I watched soccer intently.
Then I asked my dad
“I know you like World Cup but how come this year you hardly miss a match?”
He asked me back “How old will I be the next world cup?”
“59”
“Well who knows this might be my last world cup.”
I was speechless.
Then I sat there with my old man, enjoying every minute of that game.
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