Was out with a select group of classmates to watch Singapore go down 7-3 to Uzbekistan.
Crazy match. It was a waterpolo scoreline, but entertaining. And Singapore didn’t really play too poorly for our expectations. Some guys sitting near us – obviously big-club EPL supporters – wryly commented, “So this is what it feels like to be a Reading or Wigan fan every week”. They’re right. The best part is that we don’t even feel angry or indignant about the Singapore team, because this is what a fan does, he accepts poor performances and looks forward to better.
And of late I’ve not been following English football as fervently as I used to. I guess I’m beginning to see that it is quite pointless following so conscientiously the affairs of teams that play halfway round the world, that we can only learn about through a newspaper, through a television screen. Part of the fun in enjoying football is actually going down to the stadium, using their dirty battered (smelly) toilets and going home with a crowd of people, all discussing the match. The standard of football may be higher in England, but the pleasures of watching these footballers LIVE won’t be there.
Also? I hate to get all preachy here, but it seems as though I start growing whenever I just put my trust in God and feel good. The last time I actually felt pretty good about my relationship with God I grew 10cm in that year. Woot! (or maybe it’s just the fact that I’ve been sleeping seven, eight hours each night, but oh, shut up.)