England played Portugal to a goalless draw in a quarterfinal match early this morning and finally lost 3-1 in a penalty shoot-out. Historically, England has a poor record in penalty shoot-out and I was not surprised at the outcome. I am not a football fan but I guess one of my neighbours is. He must be an England supporter and presumably was so distraught that he set his apartment on fire this morning. The bomba (fire service) arrived within 10 minutes and put the fire out so fast, I didn’t even have time to take a snap shot. Anyway, I managed to take a shot of the “red rhino” and a fire engine at the carpark downstair.
England loss, I am sure, breaks the hearts of a lot of its fans. But I guess nothing is more saddening than the outcome of the “Fatty versus Oldies” game early this morning. France, captained by grand old man Zidane managed to outplay Fatty Ronaldo & Co by a single goal, courtesy of magician Thierry Henry. I don’t know whether someone will set fire to his apartment again with this piece of news but I am sure my friend, KK who had taken leave on all the days the Brazilians’ samba is on, will cancel his remaining leave come Monday tomorrow.
Although I am not a football fan, I am thankful to the euphoria whipped up by this global event. Conceptualized and organized by a few football crazy ex-classmates, we are using the excuse to watch the final to throw a party in Ipoh on the 8 July 2006. It doesn’t matter few will stay to watch, but what is important the event got me a 2-day visa from the Home Ministry where my wife is the visa processing officer cum Home Minister. For the uninformed, visa is what married men required when leaving home for matters that are not within the boundary of work and family. The icing on the cake will probably be the opportunity to do some family bonding with my father-in-law. FIL is a man of few words and it will be interesting to find out what the effect of a few beers at the local pub will do!