#30daysblogging Garuda on World Cup, someday.

Day 21

Post is an idea from Jerry.

So, today I have to write about the puzzling reality that though football is immensely popular in Indonesia, Indonesian players and clubs never excel. It’s kinda difficult, isn’t it?

Well, the easy way is just to blame our Youth and Sport Minister, Roy Suryo. LOL.

But of course blaming only one person sounds so shallow, so I think I should blame the whole government instead. Anyway, I would make points of the reasons why Indonesia doesn’t excel in football.

  1. No government support. Obviously, our government is that kinds of government who doesn’t think about future. Everything is about how much money I can corrupt now. I sound like a cynic don’t I? But seriously, money is needed to support sporting facility! Yes, we have the love for football, the culture, but without practice in a well-managed and well-established facility, what can the athletes do?
  2. The sad reality that in Indonesia being an athlete is like volunteering your life to poverty. Come on, in Indonesia social status is so damn important and when two men wanted to propose to your daughter; when one was an athlete and the other one was a banker, you’d most likely choose the later one.
  3. The sad reality that most of the good footballers chose to play overseas and then change their nationality. :( I mean, it’s perfectly fine to play overseas, it is even GOOD to play overseas, so you can improve and grow, but then usually they will never come back. :(
  4. We don’t have the mentality to win? Ok, this might be controversial because a lot of people might not agree, but we DO not have the mentality to win. Or maybe we haven’t had it yet. You see some team were born to win, like Brasil, Italy or Germany. Brasil is poor and most of the footballers came from poor villages but somehow the winning blood is within them! Well, Italy has one long history about winning in football, so it’s within them, same with Germany. We, Indonesian, tends to lose the mentality when we were not leading. I don’t know, I think this is part of the moral lesson when we were kids, to always be selfelss? (ngalah)
  5. Been thinking for minutes but nothing came up… so I think we’re done

But however, I still do believe, I DO, I DO BELIEVE, that someday Bandi and I will watch World cup when we sing Indonesia Raya on. The dream will be much better if our kid was the on the field, with Garuda on his chest. :) What a dream.

But well you know… Universe tends to make my dream comes true.

So can I hear amen?

Amen,

May, will be forever in love with football.

Fifteen years later, her dream came true.

Fifteen years ago, I fell in love with football.

And then I fell in love with a very talented football player named Fabio Cannavaro.

And then I fell in love with AC Parma, Cannavaro’s old team.

And then eventually I fell in love with Azzuri (Italian National Team).

Wait, I hope there is another verb to describe my feeling because love wasn’t enough. I lived through them, I lived for them.

However I grew up and life happened and even though the love’s still there, I’m not that naive anymore.

Two years ago, I met Fabio Cannavaro in person. Universe has proven me that if you really REALLY believe in one dream, the universe will conspire and make your dream come true.

And it happened. I met Fabio Cannavaro. What are the odds?

Three weeks ago, another dream has come true. The twelve years old little girl named May had a dream that she will visit Ennio Tardini someday. Not so common for a travel destination but she loved Parma so much and she wanted to visit the town someday.

Woohoo!!!

Woohoo!!!

Guess what, she did.

(Geez I’m so corny I cried while typing this.)

But seriously… when I was a kid, I wasn’t so happy at home. The only thing that made me happy was football. I was watching football and daydreamed about all the nice things. That someday I will visit Italy, I will come to Parma, see Ennio Tardini and I will met Cannavaro.

I know it sounded so silly back then. It was almost impossible but somehow just daydreaming about it made me happy.

If only I could go back for a second and meet the twelve years old May, I would kiss her and said, “you will make it someday. Never stop dreaming.”

Let's go inside!

Let’s go inside!

Run now!!!! I can't wait another second!

Run now!!!! I can’t wait another second!

OMG! This is happening!

OMG! This is happening!

Oh wow! I've made it.

Oh wow! I’ve made it.

Graawwwhhh!!! I dont know what to say anymore!

Graawwwhhh!!! I dont know what to say anymore!

It was surreal

It was surreal

Definitely a moment to remember. =)

Definitely a moment to remember. =)

Even fifty years from now, I will still remember the feeling. I will always always remember the feeling. =)

Parma per sempre!

Parma per sempre!

 

Making the childhood dream came true: checked!

Making the childhood dream came true: checked!

 

You live your life everyday but only a few moments left an unforgettable points in your life. I wanna make sure I have a lot of moments to remember in my life. =)

You live your life everyday but only a few moments left an unforgettable points in your life. I wanna make sure I have a lot of moments to remember in my life. =)

Oh I'm glad I was such a silly little dreamer. =)

Oh I’m glad I was such a silly little dreamer. =)

Never stop dreaming… and believing. No matter how silly/stupid/impossible it seems. You’ll never know. =)

This year is a hundredth anniversary of AC Parma.

I wish Parma will always be the humble team, and someday could really win a scudetto. =) Well, I’ll never know. ;)

Cheers,

May, her childhood dreams came true.

Modern Football: Twitting while Drinking

Everyone knows how much I love football. Even though I don’t watch leagues anymore, I always watch International football that comes every 2 years, with World Cup and Euro (every four years).

Since I joined twitter in 2009, football matches have a new level of fun because it’s like watching football live with hundreds of friends, keep yapping and talking in the same times, non stop. It’s so much fun. Especially the girls who turned football to their sexual escapes. You those shirtless footballer could literally bring a drool.

Last Saturday, the football match was brought to a new level of fun with a drinking game. Four of us (me, Bandi, my housemate Fredrick and my neighbor Ricky) made a game rule of the drinking game.

We use an Ikea Glass that has 7 lines to measure our drinking. We divide four of us to two opposite sides. Fredrick and I are with Spain team (because I hate France National Team). Ricky and Bandi are with France. these are the rules:

  • Shot on goal: 3 lines
  • Goal: 7 lines (Full)
  • Corner: 3 lines
  • Offside: 4 lines
  • Defensive foul: 3 lines
  • Yellow Card: 4 lines
  • Red card: A bottle of vodka. Kidding. Because that would be the end of the world, right?

So I mixed cranberry juice, orange juice and much vodka in a measurement cup like this (because we don’t have jug, that’s so sad.)

Measurement cup!

Too bad France played like rubbish! (Not too bad actually, it’s a fortune for me.) So me and Fredrick stayed sober the first half of the game while Bandi and Ricky kept laughing for no reason. Hey guys, you’re losing, aren’t you supposed to cry?!

Second half started and the vodka was still more than half bottle so Ricky had this brilliant idea, “Let’s double up the stakes!” As four of us agreed, France got the yellow card and made defensive foul. There you go idiots, drink up your stupidity! And still, they’re laughing like morons.

Fredrick and I had our drinks also but we were just high a little bit. And yeah, I forgot how good it feels drinking alcohols until high. It made me feel happy. It’s a temporary happy of course but enough to make me forget the bad news of my failure of recent event.

So long story short, we were all laughing happily without no reason at all because of this.

Talking about alcohols, actually I’m not a big fan of them. I had the most disastrous drunk call when I was 19 and It was very VERY ugly so I decided to never ever drink again. Well, that’s impossible. But I promised not to ever be drunk again. Once is enough for the youth’s sake. But lately I found myself keep craving back to alcohol. This is just an occasional drinking of course and I let myself excuse because I’m under a lot of stress. And as long as I don’t make another disastrous drunk call, then it’s fine.

Football when there was no internet was not as fun as now. I know I already had this reporter-like mind long time ago. I used to write all te comments of the match, drew the squad’s formation and made a match timeline on my class’ diary. But no feedbacks werw given until the diary was passed the next day. So it was more of one way commenting. Twitter these days are full of amateur football analyst and that’s what make the match more interesting. Sometimes there were jokers who always make funny jokes or comments about the match.
Modern football for the fans has grown so much because of internet. And I’m thankful for that. =)

I’ll give one funny sample:
Me: before the penalty kicks, Buffon gathered the players, substitues and officials, said two sentences that make them go jumping and shouting like a kid on sugar high. That’s my friend, why it is called a TEAM. They are one.
Someone: and what were the two sentences?
Someone else: that what i would love to know.
Somebody funny: “If we win, we get to see our wives. If we lose they’re going to party with John Terry.” (Montolivo isn’t affected by this because he’s gay, right?)

So let’s have a little more fun when we’re still young. (well not that young anymore actually.) Actually I have another stake on this Euro 2012, but I’ll update on that later.

P.S. We would do it again this Sunday for the finals. And stay tuned with me via twitter during all the Euro games. I promise I’ll retweet dirty things from my girlfriends. LOL

P.P.S. Yes, France didn’t get through. Yay me.

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Love,

May.