Ole!

Late Nights. A reminiscenes of events that occur ever so often during this couple of weeks. Early days are spend at work, late nights are spend at the nearest mamak stall. A routine of events during this highly anticipated event that occur every four years. Yes, its football. It's the World Cup.

Throughout the entire month, throng of hard core fans surges to the nearest available big screen places to watch their favourite team in action. Big screens have now become a common sight at even the smallest mamak you can find to the biggest foodcourt that remains open through the night to cater to these die hard fans. My usual hangout will be either at the mamak situated opposite my place of stay or meeting up with fellow friends at the ever happening footaball venue, Subang. I can say that the atmosphere is simply estactic around Subang SS15 as mamak stall display their high definition projection to the loads of customers sitting at the side roads. Every mamak stall is virtually packed to the brink. Carpark seem to be a highly sought after item besides the bucket of beers that fans drowned themselves with. Roads are jammed up. Rousing cheers are heard across the sky. This must surely be the most watched sport in Malaysia as well as across the world.

Teams have come and go. Qualifying to the World Cup finals may seem a dream to some of the total 32 nations participating in this tournament. I have always had a thing for dark houses. Teams that many have no expectations of winning, rising to the challenge and giving everyone a good game of football. Trinidad and Tobago, Swiss and Australia seems to catch my attention. Wish the Czech could progress further. Sighting a disgust with the display of Brazil and England. Captivated with the movement of the Argentinians, the youthful Germans and the well struck team performance of France. Unimaginable Ukraine stay in the competition. Breath-taking goals from Frings from distance, Joe Cole's superb volley to the top corner and the superb coordination of the Argentinians for the best team effort in history. The list goes on. These are some of the emotions and feeling that I have throughout the competition. There is more to come.

Its finally down to the last eight. A weeks left to this auspicious event. More late nights to come. I can't wait for the finals. This is the World Cup. Joga Bonito.