Give Me Back That Passion...

We played soccer last Saturday, and because of that my legs ached a little bit on Sunday and today. The ache was not as horrible as I thought it would be everytime I play some intensive soccer... But the feeling was... shiok lah!! If I can play this once every 3 days I will...

Whether its the joy of hitting the ball against the crossbar and gazing with much hope that it will go into the net or with much disappointment to see it bounce back into play....

Or dribbling the ball with the left and the right and the passing and the composed build up play....

Or the excellent last-ditch sliding tackle that prevented a certain goal...

Or the delicate and delightful through-pass that fooled all the defenders and required only a simple tap-in....

Or the excellent controlled accuracy of a shot that you could easily have blasted past the goalkeeper, but to the opposite team it was probably a greater morale drainer...

Or the telepathic understanding of exactly where your teammate will be, and where he wants the ball to be...

Savour every moment, relish every moment of touching the ball and applying different techniques and watch that ball go where you want it to....

HOW THE HELL CAN ANYONE NOT LOVE SOCCER?!?!

And to those who call soccer a 'game where 22 players chase after a ball', I will not even entertain that level of ignorant blasphemy against the beautiful game that is called Soccer.

And it has been a while since I have rekindled this passion of soccer, thanks to Euro 2008.

I need to find more soccer kakis.