It was an agonising night.
And my father made it a lot worst.

My excitement waned after I found out that I didn't recognise that many names in the Spanish line-up.
Nevertheless, I was still determined to do what a fren suggested that I do when she got sick of my ever-present worry about the match against brazil.

"Just support them blindly lah!!!Tt's what fans r for.I've been doing that for Argentina for so many years le!!!"

And so,
I went into spectator mode,
watching in mixed frustration at the spanish efforts and grudging admiration for the saudi one.

Every freaking time Zaid caught the ball,
I threw a cushion on the floor in irritation,
while a tiny voice in my head told me that I've gotta appreciate Zaid's capabilities.

I was sulking as the 1st half drew to a close with only a single goal,
and a freakin large number of missed opportunities!!!

Then my father joined me in watching the 2nd half.

And I was fighting the urge to strangle him.

"Wahlao!!ang gai ah nei ao!!ii nang gai passing sibei ao!!"he exclaimed in teochew.
(In english it means tt the red team is very lousy, and their passing sucks)

Very calmly, I told him that this was not their usual team.

"bai gai passing jin sui!le tuoi!wah!Sibeh sui!" (the white's passing is very nicely done)

I gritted my teeth and refused to react.

"ang gai su liao lah!"he predicted that the Spainiards will lose.

"le sa la lo!Ang gai jin ji liab lio!!"(Ur wrong!!The red one is leading by 1 goal!)I informed him in great satisfaction.

Then I squealed in delight as Torres came on.
My dad flashed me a r-u-crazy?-He's- so -young- look.

I wasn't squealing in delight awhile later as Torres got his balls stolen whenevr he tried to take a shot,
(Ok...I meant, the ball that he was kicking was stolen)
the raul-less spain was sliding
and my father was smirking as the Saudis got more aggressive.

It was a battle on screen.
It was a war off screen.

Saudi got a yellow card, I cheered.
My dad glared at me.

Torres lost his ball, my dad flashed me a look to say tt
after scrutinising my spainish saviour,he found him lacking.
I glared at him.

Then came my chance to wipe tt look off my dad's face.

When Torres was challenged in the penalty area,
I positively jumped up on the sofa and screamed in triumph.

Ok, to my inexperienced eyes,
I really really really thought he would be granted a penalty shot.

And unfortunately,
that bit of satisfaction that I would've gained had he been given that shot,
was replaced by acute embarrassment as Torres shrugged at the referree's decision.

Damn.

Even thoh Spain won the match,
I still felt like I lost the battle.

Parents are so irritating sometimes

*grins*

It was a stroke of luck that my dad was fast asleep when the korea match kicked off :)