I watched the world cup final this morning. Italy won 1-1 (pen. kick 5-3) to France. I was so excited to watch the game, but on the other side I was really really sad... it's not because I hate Italy -the winner, which is not my favorite team-, for me, it doesn't matter who the winner is, my favorite team -Germany (off course)- didn't even reach the final, but third place is OK, they played hard and very well against Portugal -Bravo for German Team-. Maybe the next 4 years Germany will bring back the world cup.
Ok, now back to the first topic that made me really really sad to watch the final game. It was the feeling that I'm going to lose the world cup game soon, I'm going to lose the excitement to watch every match. I just realized that time runs so fast, it's been a month since the world cup started, and now it's going to an end. No football matches anymore. And I feel something's missing...
I love football since world cup 1994, and I started to watch more matches, update my football knowledge since then. I never realized that I really love football until one day I could watch 3 football matches (Serie A, premier league, bundesliga) in a day and I brought the game into my dream. So my puberty was filled with football football and football in my head, totally different with other teenage girls at that time. And I still remember the first time I went to the stadium. I was stunned, couldn't take my eyes off the green grass field, as if I saw a gorgeous man in front of me (haha...). So crazy... it was the stadium in Jakarta, not that pretty actually, but I don't know why I was so amazed by it. I don't know what will happen if one day I can manage to visit Delle Alpi or Olympia stadium in berlin, maybe I'll just sit there, won't move a bit and cry for excitement or simply just faint :).
Football... the only game that rocks the world...
Football... the sport that I will always love...
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