“The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life, and he who wins souls is wise.” Proverbs 11:30
yesterday morning, the world cup for me was just one sport spectacle that shouldn’t be missed. just like the olympics or the NBA. in the philippines where basketball and boxing were like religion, it is understandable if football was not in my sports vocabulary. but since i’m now at the mercy of the king of the house who holds the remote as if it is his sceptre, it’s amazing to discover that there’s a more exciting world of sports out there.
just recently, i was introduced to formula 1 and the likes of hamilton, webber and alonzo. but no matter how curvy and tricky the tracks are, i get bored by the 10th lap, unless of course a crash occurs in the following laps. only during the last lap would my heartbeat join the race again.
as for football, bhoy and i were like followers of the world cup. who wouldn’t be? what with shakira’s “waka waka” which has since become bea’s personal anthem. another reason also is the Saudis’ intense passion for the sport. it’s hard to describe, so you should see for yourselves how they celebrate whenever their national team wins in any international event. the thing is, the farthest that we ever got was to see updates on team standings on the internet or accidentally watch games (which we obviously didn’t get to concentrate on) when we dine out, and then again of course, sing “tsamina mina zangalewa anawa aa…” other than that, football for me was just a vision.
last night was unexpected. since it was the finals, we did not want to miss out on all the fun. we also wanted to find out finally if the octopus would turn out credible afterall. but it was already late and since we had to get up really early for work, we just decided to let the live streaming on, regardless. a week before, since bhoy’s bosses were mostly dutch, my bet was for netherlands of course. but earlier during the day, while i watched video clips of cooking demos on youtube, i changed my mind. who could ignore paella, lengua estofado, menudo, afritada, embutido, callos, arroz caldo, calamares and adobo anyway. besides, centuries of Spanish colonization obviously have a significant influence on me. in fact, Spanish is my 3rd language. (haha! un poco senor!)
so we watched the finals – SPAIN vs NETHERLANDS, although we don’t know anything about the game, except that the ball must go inside the net to score. i was sleepy already when the game started. but there was this kick that kept me awake till the end of the game, and even later from then on – a kick that made me fall in love… and i couldn’t believe that the romance would last long after Andres Iniesta scored that one precious goal. haha silly me! now i even think that my hero, Iker Casillas looks a bit like justin timberlake and orlando bloom combined.
but there’s this secret that i want to share. last night, i was getting impatient because the ball seemed to eternally avoid the net like a plague, but i really wanted to see the final scene where the players would raise their arms with clenched fists and do that group hug thing. i really thought that if somebody scores, the game would finally end. and because i have only 3 hours left to sleep, i finally uttered a short prayer “please Lord, just one goal please. just one.” and not five seconds passed, there goes the ball swak directly to the net! i froze not knowing if it was because of the goal or the quick response to my prayer.
“thank you Lord!” i thought i could finally go to sleep. but no, of course not. love has its way to make us stay awake. (i even managed to post my overwhelming joy in my facebook account). now the waiting begins to renew my love affair with football. afterall, world cup happens only once every four years. but for the meantime, i’m good with no less than the one who comes only once in a lifetime…”wink”