i don’t care if thailand was so-called unsporting.
i don’t care if singapore won too.
hell i don’t even care that the referee was blur like sotong who can’t control the teams or the linesman actually ALLOWING the team officials to leave their technical areas and go to the field while the match is still ON.
i don’t even care if the 3 compulsory cheers of the pet pet pet, we want goal and the go home blurbs are shouted out till the lungs almost came out.
shoite, i don’t even care seeing the sight of aide ‘da captain mahvul’ huffing and puffing and caught square by a pass that totally kills him off that leads to thailand’s goal which lead to sarip leaping up and down and almost got knocked down by someone.
what delights sarip totally though, is the sight of raddy the coach shouting to indra and telling him what to do and star playuh argues back and then moments later kena substituted. for a moment in time, sarip was actually rooting for singapore. and he did the wave too and threw his torn confettis. it lasted for 5 mins.
but leaving the grand dame of kallang, sadness fills this heart. hell with the match man, that’s the last time kallang’s gonna be there. the last time climbing those steps. the last time sitting at those seats. childhood memories were made there. father and son relationships got stronger from there. friendships were bonded there. it’s a national landmark, and it is sad that the future generations won’t be able to feel or touch a piece of history.
the place where sundram bicycle kick to goal. the place where steven tan dummies the opponent. the place where abbas scored that 2nd goal against kedah in the semi finals of 94. the place where kadir yahya ruled the right flanks. the place where terry p throws his very long throw ins. the place wer malek controls the park. the place where lim tong hai scored the 2 own goals vs myanmar in 93. or hasnim haron and michael vana doing their best in 92. and the place where dollah salleh gelek everyone. too many to recall, too little of memorabilia.