This is one of the memories I have always treasured. Unlike any other, this is about my brother and I. I never thought that this would give me a lesson. From that day forward, I realized that everything is possible with love.
It was the last two years when football events like FIFA CUP were the most awaited. I can't really recall but I think it was in August when we started to watch out for this event. I, before never liked football. I had never been interested in such a dirty and stupid sport.
Offsides, red cards, yellow cards, goal kick??? What are those rubbish?! A side that is off-limits? A card that is red? A card that's yellow and what? A kick that is ideal for scoring? Whatever the case, I thought football as the most useless crap in the whole sporting world. Its dirty. You can see athletes getting injured and are sent off. What if they can't play again? Its just a silly sport involving 11 men chasing after a silly ball. I consider football fanatics as nitwits before.
My brother on the other hand, is such a fanatic and acts like a complete lunatic, everytime he watches every game! If I watch football games, rematches and news before, that would be a miracle! Perhaps, the things that only interest me are the goals and the handsome athletes. Why would everyone in England crave for such rubbish sport? How can football be interesting when its played for 90 minutes plus some extra time?? Its so boring,yet, its the famous sport in the world! How could the crowd have different chants and screams, and they seem to beat as unison?? This is all pathetic!
It was Saturday when I thought I could watch the silliest sport of the planet. It was Manchester United versus Aston Villa. Since I have never been interested and fascinated by such sport but only its athletes, I thought I should turn off the television. But wait.. someone caught my eye! An athlete. He was, well, handsome. Luckily, my brother arrived and I asked him the athlete's name. Cristiano Ronaldo of Portugal, he said.
As I kept watching the game, I noticed he was so tricksy. He loves to dribble around opponents. He has a wonderful balance too. From that very moment, I thought, I'm beginning to like football. It was half-time and Manchester leads Aston Villa with a score of 1-0. Happy, I thought the stupid sport was finally over, and that, I could switch channels.
As I was going to push the button, my brother grabbed the control. I was so aghast, as I was going to watch Nickelodeon . He on the other hand wants to continue the stupid game. I mean, I came there first. This is not fair. We fought with cruel words. I don't care. This is not right. I don't think the elder ones need to suffer and lower down their pride! That's so pathetic! From that day on, we hardly spoke to each other. I went out the house.
Sunday came and it was time for the semi-finals. Not interested and never will be interested again, I sat on the floor and watched my family enjoy the game. Envious and full of hatred, I stormed out the house. I went to my room and plotted a plan for revenge. I thought nothing can stop me now, but my conscience just did.
Monday arrived and my brother hardly spoke. I knew it was all my fault. I decided to make the first move. I went near to him and asked him about football facts. He gave me monotonous words. I felt, he isn't going to forgive me. Again, testing my luck and hope, I uttered more questions. This time, he went blank and gave me nothing but a preoccupied smile.
Nightfall came and my brother never talked to me about anything. We were never close. With this situation, its just making matters even worse. I would want to be close to my brother. Trying to forget such sorrow,I drank my milk, took my vitamins and was off to go. Sleeping awake I am. I knew, I was such a bad sister. What will I do now? I asked my conscience. Turning off the lights and pulling up the covers, I fell asleep.
The very next day, I was hoping things would turn out good. "Oh Lord, The Forgiving God, I hope my brother forgives me, when I say the words, hope he does even with just a nod", I prayed. Tuesday, was the schedule of the several games. The only match I remembered was Chelsea versus Arsenal. I don't know what has gotten in my mind when I screamed like crazy when someone scored! I was so shocked! I can't even believe it! I thought, I was going to finally love this sport.
After sometime, my brother appeared in the living room. I knew he was going to snob me and grab the control. To his surprise, I reached the control to him and cried "Hey Pao, Drogba just scored!".
He was so shocked and said "No, not Chelsea again!" I said, "Oh yes! I love Chelsea!" I wanted him to notice me, and gladly, he did. He continued, "Oh, you're supporting Chelsea? I'll be faithful to Arsenal! Let's see who wins!"
I was so happy and I felt my heart was filed with so much heaven that I thought I was in state of nirvana. Afterwards, my brother and I started to talk. It was about football though, but it doesn't matter. All I ever wanted that very moment was for us to grew closer. Our talk with football continued, and that very day, I had already familiarize the foreign terms in football. Terms like dangerous kicks, offside, goal kick, penalty and penalty shoot-out entered my mind.
Meanwhile, the final whistle blew and it was the end of the match. Arsenal lost to Chelsea with a score of 1-0. My brother was so disgusted and said "Revenge for Chelsea". He continued jumping and saying it. After some couple of time, we discussed about our experiences. I knew then that we got close. I thought, I am there to becoming a good sister. It just proves that I am. From that day on, we continued every chapter of our lives, and becoming so close.
This experience still burns in my memory and heart. I learned a lot of lessons. I learned that I should listen before I speak. I realized I should lower my pride too. I knew I had to be loving, patient and a good sister. My brother made me realize that siblings should act as one. He made me realize that change is constant, and the only constant in this world.
He may not have a lot of words to say. but what his words couldn't explain, his actions did. Football made a big impact on this. I know that you know that I am fanatic of football now. I may not play professionally like my brother does, but at least, I loved it for the way it helped me. Its so amazing how it came its way to me. The best part is, it gave me the biggest slap on my face. Now, I've learned a lot, and will continue on learning...
It was the last two years when football events like FIFA CUP were the most awaited. I can't really recall but I think it was in August when we started to watch out for this event. I, before never liked football. I had never been interested in such a dirty and stupid sport.
Offsides, red cards, yellow cards, goal kick??? What are those rubbish?! A side that is off-limits? A card that is red? A card that's yellow and what? A kick that is ideal for scoring? Whatever the case, I thought football as the most useless crap in the whole sporting world. Its dirty. You can see athletes getting injured and are sent off. What if they can't play again? Its just a silly sport involving 11 men chasing after a silly ball. I consider football fanatics as nitwits before.
My brother on the other hand, is such a fanatic and acts like a complete lunatic, everytime he watches every game! If I watch football games, rematches and news before, that would be a miracle! Perhaps, the things that only interest me are the goals and the handsome athletes. Why would everyone in England crave for such rubbish sport? How can football be interesting when its played for 90 minutes plus some extra time?? Its so boring,yet, its the famous sport in the world! How could the crowd have different chants and screams, and they seem to beat as unison?? This is all pathetic!
It was Saturday when I thought I could watch the silliest sport of the planet. It was Manchester United versus Aston Villa. Since I have never been interested and fascinated by such sport but only its athletes, I thought I should turn off the television. But wait.. someone caught my eye! An athlete. He was, well, handsome. Luckily, my brother arrived and I asked him the athlete's name. Cristiano Ronaldo of Portugal, he said.
As I kept watching the game, I noticed he was so tricksy. He loves to dribble around opponents. He has a wonderful balance too. From that very moment, I thought, I'm beginning to like football. It was half-time and Manchester leads Aston Villa with a score of 1-0. Happy, I thought the stupid sport was finally over, and that, I could switch channels.
As I was going to push the button, my brother grabbed the control. I was so aghast, as I was going to watch Nickelodeon . He on the other hand wants to continue the stupid game. I mean, I came there first. This is not fair. We fought with cruel words. I don't care. This is not right. I don't think the elder ones need to suffer and lower down their pride! That's so pathetic! From that day on, we hardly spoke to each other. I went out the house.
Sunday came and it was time for the semi-finals. Not interested and never will be interested again, I sat on the floor and watched my family enjoy the game. Envious and full of hatred, I stormed out the house. I went to my room and plotted a plan for revenge. I thought nothing can stop me now, but my conscience just did.
Monday arrived and my brother hardly spoke. I knew it was all my fault. I decided to make the first move. I went near to him and asked him about football facts. He gave me monotonous words. I felt, he isn't going to forgive me. Again, testing my luck and hope, I uttered more questions. This time, he went blank and gave me nothing but a preoccupied smile.
Nightfall came and my brother never talked to me about anything. We were never close. With this situation, its just making matters even worse. I would want to be close to my brother. Trying to forget such sorrow,I drank my milk, took my vitamins and was off to go. Sleeping awake I am. I knew, I was such a bad sister. What will I do now? I asked my conscience. Turning off the lights and pulling up the covers, I fell asleep.
The very next day, I was hoping things would turn out good. "Oh Lord, The Forgiving God, I hope my brother forgives me, when I say the words, hope he does even with just a nod", I prayed. Tuesday, was the schedule of the several games. The only match I remembered was Chelsea versus Arsenal. I don't know what has gotten in my mind when I screamed like crazy when someone scored! I was so shocked! I can't even believe it! I thought, I was going to finally love this sport.
After sometime, my brother appeared in the living room. I knew he was going to snob me and grab the control. To his surprise, I reached the control to him and cried "Hey Pao, Drogba just scored!".
He was so shocked and said "No, not Chelsea again!" I said, "Oh yes! I love Chelsea!" I wanted him to notice me, and gladly, he did. He continued, "Oh, you're supporting Chelsea? I'll be faithful to Arsenal! Let's see who wins!"
I was so happy and I felt my heart was filed with so much heaven that I thought I was in state of nirvana. Afterwards, my brother and I started to talk. It was about football though, but it doesn't matter. All I ever wanted that very moment was for us to grew closer. Our talk with football continued, and that very day, I had already familiarize the foreign terms in football. Terms like dangerous kicks, offside, goal kick, penalty and penalty shoot-out entered my mind.
Meanwhile, the final whistle blew and it was the end of the match. Arsenal lost to Chelsea with a score of 1-0. My brother was so disgusted and said "Revenge for Chelsea". He continued jumping and saying it. After some couple of time, we discussed about our experiences. I knew then that we got close. I thought, I am there to becoming a good sister. It just proves that I am. From that day on, we continued every chapter of our lives, and becoming so close.
This experience still burns in my memory and heart. I learned a lot of lessons. I learned that I should listen before I speak. I realized I should lower my pride too. I knew I had to be loving, patient and a good sister. My brother made me realize that siblings should act as one. He made me realize that change is constant, and the only constant in this world.
He may not have a lot of words to say. but what his words couldn't explain, his actions did. Football made a big impact on this. I know that you know that I am fanatic of football now. I may not play professionally like my brother does, but at least, I loved it for the way it helped me. Its so amazing how it came its way to me. The best part is, it gave me the biggest slap on my face. Now, I've learned a lot, and will continue on learning...
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