The Football StoryPosted: September 11, 2013
I met my friend on the way to the market. My luck!
“Did you watch the last football world cup?” he asked. A real ancient man!
“I did”, I said under the breath.
“Who were you supporting?” he asked with a smile.
Smug smile, smug smile. I hate his smug smile.
-“No one in particular, I was just watching.”
– “Oh, then you missed something! Taking side is so much fun!”
I had to raise my eyebrows, “How come?”
“The anticipation. Till your team takes the field. The excitement when
they make a move. The disappointment when they lose. The hope that comes
right after the disappointment: All very interesting.”
“Loss is not very interesting, I can say.” I mumbled a protest.
“Yes, it is! The fluctuation of emotions is all we need. The rest is stale.” he said.
“How can I support someone I don’t know much about?” I was still trying to hold my ground.
– “Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter.” He nodded his big head.
“It could be like, the hairstyle or the free kicks of Forlan. Or your solidarity towards the African people. Or just that, you worshipped Maradona a decade ago. The hangover continues.”
There was no hope that this conversation would be short.
– “Hey, did you see, how were they gushing about Spain in the newspapers after the final? 5 reasons why Spain is the best etc. etc.”
– “Well, Spain is the champion.” I didn’t know what was coming.
– “How come, they didn’t mention those 5 reasons after the first round debacle? It was not very safe then, I guess.” He smiled with satisfaction.
I kept myself quiet.
“So, fluctuations of emotions, bias towards the successful and reason inventing: remember those. We thrive on them.” he was going away from me.
“I don’t like quasi-intellectual friends who lecture me on the road. You remember that too.” I hollered.
I looked around.
He was not there.