Funny game football! How amazing its ability to bring tears to a million and smiles to a million at the same time! You place your heart in the legs of eleven men, allow them to tackle with your beliefs, your faith, your hope for a whole ninety minutes and often more.
You don’t care, till that heartbreaking last whistle that blows out of the referee’s lips you’re willing to beg, to plead, to shed tears before God asking him for just one minute of freedom, one moment of victory, one goal! Your heart rests in the unreliable propinquity of your mouth, but you are unaware, your eyes are glued, spelled to remain focused on the twenty nine inch TV screen, just one goal, please! But as the clock ticks on you feel the belief slowly drain out of your system, the hurtful sensation of arriving loss. Your heart beats faster, the fluids in your body become wild, looking for refuge but finding none. The clock is still ticking, it’s surely over now, you can feel the sorrow and hurt flushing into your veins, and dreams of drowning in an ocean of whiskey slowly taking form in your disturbed mind. And then it rings in your ear, like the bells of Armageddon! It’s over, and you feel the emotions running up your spine hitting your brain like a hammer perfectly timed on a nail! The tears flush out, you could not hold them longer, and those invisible tears that torment you for days and days to come!
The coward will sit down and mumble his excuses, the courageous will remain silent, he knows, victory was never deserved! The coward will avoid his tears, the courageous will let them flow, will accept them, will face them. Tears of misery, tears of defeat, tears for a great belief being destroyed. No one, I tell you no one can understand such a sorrow, it is woven of a complex fabric that is unperceivable. The eleven heroes, turned villain in the matter of an hour. The mistakes you forgave but did not forget come to steal your dignity, to cause the urge to excuse in you! But no, they are to be denied, defeat was inevitable. So what do you do now? Scream to create an outlet for the emotion? Or remain silent and feel it burn at the skin of your heart, feel it drilling holes in your head leaving an eternal mark on your soul that you will never forget!
Football is an art that wins the hearts of billions. The art that God himself initiated!
Time helps you realize that though the men you believed in let you down, the flag of football still waves high, the beautiful game that tests the greatest of hearts, not to judge but only to strengthen, how beautiful a game is football?
The emotions portrayed by the beautiful game transcend even those ecstatic sensations of virgin romance and mystical experience! These are the emotions that connect man to his thirst to excel, his thirst to win, his natural instinct to compete, and football is the celebration of such emotion!
Tears are the building blocks of the game, the vital stepping stones and the ultimate teacher!
Victory is a great decoration, but defeat is being stripped of your ego. And a fact that the strongest of men fall at the feet of ego, not even they can hold back the tears of defeat!
How you wish you could rewind time, pray a little harder, believe a great deal more, but no, nature does not permit such comforts, these tears are inevitable!
The greatest sting of defeat is when it is unexpected! It comes like a thief to propagate its misery, its terrible emotion! The river of sorrow is mine to swim tonight.
Words are never worthy, but how beautiful a game is football?
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