One thing that I like the most about world cup is that it unintentionally help me evaluating a certain part of my life. It lay as a look back on how my life been going from the last four years. How it change.
Germany, 2006, I was in west Pahang, completing my early stage of diploma level. Me and this one guy was a big fan of 'les blues' at that time. Zizou was our idol. He was screaming and bullshitting his brain out when the referee showed Zizou his marching order in the final.
When I met him at the mamak stall recently, he has changed his color to orange. And he came down with two lovely kids and a beautiful girls alongside him.
Four years before is South Korea and Japan 2002. I remember how me and four of my roommates cutting our prep-class, gambling our future which at that time already in the balance, in a favor of watching England versus Nigeria in the media room. Illegally. We survived the 90 minutes though.
Somewhere in 2005, I received a text message confirming me that one of the four guy killed in a car accident in Kuala Terengganu.
France, 1998 was my first world cup. I was on the school trip to the east coast of Malaysia and we had a short-break at the local stall when I saw Luigi Di Biaggio put the ball into the crossbar against the mighty but slippery number sixteen bald-guy.
I was a good and naive boy back then. Too naive that I don't even object when my friend asked me to join him sneaking out from our hotel room to watch the quarter final match.
There, at the moment when Iker lifts the world cup trophy, I can't stop but recall all the previous years I've passed. Good and bad. And I wonder where do I stand in the next four term.
Yup, the World Cup season has gone. And so do many beautiful things.