Insomniac FIFA

FIFA WC 2014. Every permutation of these characters has made it successfully, in these last 3 days, to the Hashtag database. Facebook has evidently turned into FIFA.com news channel. I wonder if they have already started a RSS feed of people’s tags on this world wide event. Football suddenly captured every mind that breaths sport, including me. I haven’t followed football ever in my life as I am doing right now and I did in the last world cup..

This time FIFA fever seems to have taken me down stronger than last time. I only remember a few events of 2010 WC. But in this world cup, My mind is restless. I am unable to control my urge to tune to Youtube and endlessly watch awesome football videos,moments,goals and what not. My browsing  history is overflowing with football video links, Ronaldo , Messi, Robben, Neymar and who not. My football dictionary increased exponentially adding endless rules and players’ bios to it.

India is a approximately 8.5 hours ahead of Brazil, hence all the LIVE telecast to the WC matches are post sleeping times here. There starts a time at around 12 AM when my whatsapp is suddenly flooded with group messages of FIFA moments. This does not stops till the last match for the day which is usually 9 AM. Yes, 9 continuous fucking hours of FIFA bombs on whatsapp. Everybody is a Football GURU suddenly. Even I am. I abruptly turn into a football coach F’ing in anger every move that I dont like and shouting a few astounded F’s when something unexpected happens. Like that Robin van Persie’s flying header which threw me to my toes and yell “This shit is GOD like”.  After that goal he was nicknamed ‘The Flying Dutchman’.Image

This sport has taken over my mind. Yesterday I was awake till 5:30 AM to watch the Italians thrash the England Squad. I cannot control this cravings to play with anything that resembles  a football. I never supported a single team, I followed players. This make me watch every match of the major league teams. Portugal for Ronaldo, Argentina for Messi, Ronnie and Gerrad makes me cheer for England while Buffon does for Italy. It is mixed feeling when you are crossing fingers of one hand that Iniesta scores while other hand is crossed for Netherland team to defend the goal. I felt devastated when Spain lost 5-1 but at the same time I was celebrating for this mammoth win of Dutch over Spaniards.

In the last few days I’ve realized that to follow a sport or anything one does not have to know everything about it. You only need to have the love to enjoy it no matter who wins or lose. I guess that is the rationale behind it. You don’t need to pick sides to experience the thrill of a game, the pumping heart at a goal scored, the goosebumps at those breath-stopping-gasping moments. Although I am not good at sports, I still am good at enjoying it.

 

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