We went to this bistro which was situated in this abandoned mall so they converted the concourse area into a seating place. Quite eerie setting I would way as the only lights illuminating the patrons' faces were blue in colour.

Obviously there would be a white screen and projector whereever there are human beings and beer during the World Cup season. I was quite intrigued because this would be my first match(if I paid attention) of the season. England was playing against this country with a damn strange name called Trinidad and Tobago.

I hate to admit it but I find the sports section so nice and fun to read these days! :) Sports are ACTUALLY good reads. After the whole Mahathir and Badawi spat, nothing else was good in the papers.

Oooh ooh, I was lucky. I was in time to watch the beginning of a game. (Oh look at me, knowing how to insert the word 'game' at the correct places. :))

Maxis was seating next to me so the poor fella got bugged.

I summoned the very little knowledge I had about football and asked him a whole barrage of questions. "EH... I thought Dwight Yorke played for Manchester United? How come he playing for Trinidad and Tobago one?"

Ah. You must be amazed how I know Dwight Yorke even exists. I was introduced to the internet by my football loving cousin brother Hong Weng while he was studying for his SPM examinations and I was waiting for my UPSR results at that time. Needless to say, we spent quite alot of time chilling in Malacca at that time and he would bring me to football websites and let me see the handsome footballers on his soccer magazines. Michael Owen was still young then. (ANOTHER FOOTBALLER THAT I KNOW. I'M ON A ROLL, DAMNIT.)

"Because he is from that country one ma......." said Maxis, eyes fixed on the screen.

"You must be so amazed hor that I know who is Dwight Yorke?" I asked Maxis.
"Ya, very geng very geng." he replied, without taking his eyes off the screen.

"So that means you must play for your own country?" I asked again.
"Ya ya ya... WORLD cup what. These are not football clubs."
"Ah..." I was getting educated.

I smsed Chee Kiang and told him that I'm actually watching football and that I actually know who Dwight Yorke is and told him I know why Dwight is playing for Trinidad and Tobago. He was quite shocked. Not about Dwight, but about me caring about football.

At this point, the England Team were preparing to come out to the pitch.

I screamed, "DAVID BECKHAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The camera panned over to a little kid holding his hand. "WAH!! Brooklyn so big boy already ar???" I was so excited that Beckham's junior actually went to give moral support to his dad.

"Haiyoh, tradition lah. Every player holds a child to go out to the field."

Another football knowledge instilled:D

Damnit, those England players are so hot. People shout "GOAL!!!", I pulak shout, "WAH SEI LENGCHAI!!!!"

I was enjoying the game and giving the necessary cheer every now and then. I turned to Lie Yuen and Angela after awhile, "England what colour ar?"

"HAH?? You cheer so loud for what then???" they laughed.

Hahhaa. woops.

Okay, okay. I WAS interested in the game. I know I know, it was a blah match. But do forgive the football virgin because even looking at the ball rolling across the pitch and being hit from one end to the far side of the other end was quite interesting. Like I didn't know that Yorke actually grabbed his own balls in pain on national tv.

I had a fun time watching Crouch. I asked Maxis, "Why he always stand in one corner one?"

He said, "So he can use his head and pass the ball back to his teammates."

I wonder why Crouch's head is not swollen yet. But damnit, his legs are SO thin and SO long. Whatever he kicks fly far far away because of his extensively long legs.

I KNOW WHO ROONEY IS!! Yes. I've been reading the papers. He is a young football player who has a girlfriend who is famous for her shopping habits. He looks so surly. I think he reminds me of Victor Krum from Harry Potter. Okay, from what I've googled, I now know that he is England's weapon and that he is very powerful. Apparently playing against him is like playing against ten men.

Everytime one of the players nearly scores a goal, we would sream and shout. hahahaha. Now i know why football is so fun. No, I'm not being pretentious like I was during the last world cup. I tried watching a Brazil match at home alone and turned the tv off after 2 minutes.

Unfortunately, I didn't get to see the goals.. Lie Yuen was worried about her embryology notes back home. (She was as excited about the game too...but studies first!:))

I would love to see another match as noob as I sound. All the anticipation for the ball to go into that square thing with the net.. Unfortunately no television and exams are drawing close.

But I think it'll only be fun for me if I have an extreme football fan next to me, ever ready to answer my endless stream of questions.

Now that I have a slight interest in football.. I will need to learn the rules and different positions played..tactics and et cetera.