Of all the the
things I’ve done in life, and of all the experiences I have had in my many
decades on this planet, I have never in my life attended a football game. I just didn’t understand why people run back
and forth, back and forth, trying to catch up with a ball?
So,
in the interest of try everything in life at least once and expanding the
breadth of life experiences, I jumped at the opportunity to go see a football
game last night, at the invitation of my son.
Did I catch all the action? Well,
not really. Having my glasses left at
the office, I was practically as blind as a bat. But honestly, I know very little about the
rules of football, and could hardly followed the pace of the game.
Believe
it or not, I even cheered for the wrong team!
My son told me: "Mother, wrong team, wrong team. You are suppose to cheer for our players who
are in blue!" OH~ thank God I am
not colourblind as well. And by the start
of the second half, I had almost comfortably settled down and slowly trying to
digest the game with strained eyes. So
that's part of the game, part of the learning process.
Talking
about the supporters...have you ever been utterly swept away by a stranger’s
warm hospitality? I was a little worried
at first that I might not fit into the crowd owing to age and the lack of footballing knowledge. But the Black Sheep gang welcomed me with
open arms, and they were so friendly, fun and they had thought of every kindness. You guys made me
felt like at home with a family. It was
not long that I was clapping in rhythm with their joyful chanting and trying to
follow along.
Wait,
that was not all~ for another surprise awaited me. In the midst of the game, a chubby Caucasian
sitting close to us suddenly started to bellow at the top of his voice. His face was red and looked like he just came
out from one of the nearby watering holes .
Suddenly he took off his shirt and start waving it around, while still
shouting something which I can't quite make out what he was trying to
convey.
At first it was a bit
embarrassing, but later I found him awfully amazing. Nobody seemed to know where he came from and
which team was he cheering for. As there
were a couple of foreign players in both team, we took it that he was one of
the player's friend. But after a short
while, he got up and staggered his way out of the stadium, leaving most of us
puzzled. A boozer that had made the
wrong turn and lost his way?
It
wasn't till a few days later, that I found out that the man was none other than
the world's top streaker, Mark Roberts, who had run naked during many
international events. Luckily for us,
we were spared of the embarrassing situation as he decided to keep the rest of
his clothes on and not to run out to the pitch which he usually did.
Back
to the game. Another unforgettable
moment of that night was how the wonderful Black Sheep supporters cheered for
the team despite the big loss. They
continued to root for the team, singing and dancing and showering the place
with tons of home-made confetti.
Everyone, including the children had a good time! Who would believed we are the losing side?
Well
done for the "Never Say Die" attitude! And Thank You so much for your
amazing hearts and such a special and memorable evening! You guys rock!!!
Click to read about Mark Roberts
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