The link between my childhood and World Cup
I still remember my primary school years, when we have this ceremony like thingy at the end of our primary six years to celebrate our graduation to high school.
One of the thing that I can still vividly remember till now was what happenned at the very last moment of the ceremony. The moment when every kid around the area where I sat suddenly decided to cry en massed.
Confused kid : Ngiam, why aren't you crying? Won't you miss school?
Ngiam : Yeah, but not until to that extent. (I will admit that my English wasn't that great but I replied something with a similiar meaning)
Confused kid : You're not trying hard enough! Look at my eyes! I've managed to cry a few tears (I remember this well, this is the part where I was shown the one precious tear of the said person and as if to emphasize on the point of crying = love school, the tear was deliberately left to trickle down that gay boy's cheek)
There you have it. A bunch of kids collectively believing that crying is the only viable option to show your love for the school that you're going to depart, and with no other way, you'll have to generate tears to show it.
And here you have it too, with World Cup fever reaching it's penultimate best, everyone will want to have a piss of it. Everyone will have a say at the end of it.
Everyone will be World Cup expert, regardless of their knowledge base. And everyone at the end of tomorrow, will tell you that, it was them... all along, who have been supporting Italy/France (strike off whichever is the loser) since their childhood years, quoting to the effect, the name of some obscure French/Italian footballer's name to prove their point. And it was them who have told you all along that secretly they believe that Italy/France will win the WC, witholding only because of you fervent support of other much more supported team.
Then unexpectedly, sudden as they appear, they disappear. And believe me, you'll see 'em again in 2008.
Welcome to the world of bandwagon jumpers.
One of the thing that I can still vividly remember till now was what happenned at the very last moment of the ceremony. The moment when every kid around the area where I sat suddenly decided to cry en massed.
Confused kid : Ngiam, why aren't you crying? Won't you miss school?
Ngiam : Yeah, but not until to that extent. (I will admit that my English wasn't that great but I replied something with a similiar meaning)
Confused kid : You're not trying hard enough! Look at my eyes! I've managed to cry a few tears (I remember this well, this is the part where I was shown the one precious tear of the said person and as if to emphasize on the point of crying = love school, the tear was deliberately left to trickle down that gay boy's cheek)
There you have it. A bunch of kids collectively believing that crying is the only viable option to show your love for the school that you're going to depart, and with no other way, you'll have to generate tears to show it.
And here you have it too, with World Cup fever reaching it's penultimate best, everyone will want to have a piss of it. Everyone will have a say at the end of it.
Everyone will be World Cup expert, regardless of their knowledge base. And everyone at the end of tomorrow, will tell you that, it was them... all along, who have been supporting Italy/France (strike off whichever is the loser) since their childhood years, quoting to the effect, the name of some obscure French/Italian footballer's name to prove their point. And it was them who have told you all along that secretly they believe that Italy/France will win the WC, witholding only because of you fervent support of other much more supported team.
Then unexpectedly, sudden as they appear, they disappear. And believe me, you'll see 'em again in 2008.
Welcome to the world of bandwagon jumpers.
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