Tuesday, January 04, 2005
fallen
Malaysia lost last nite. 4-1. I'm even suprised that any of my friends hasn't comment on this. Not even the football-freak, Zul. Maybe all of them are disappointed. Truly, I am also. Being there, in the stadium watching the team lost was so irritating. Imagine that Malaysia's fans got hold of almost 3/4 of the seats. The rest were Indonesia's And we lost. Despite the tsunami disaster that splashed the Indonesia land, their determination to march into the final was not even tilted. The players of Indonesia showed a game that the tempo which struck the Malaysia's players was almost as equal as the tsunami attack. Fast and deterring. Malaysia's confidence had fallen. And the whole game had fallen into the Indonesia's and in the span of 10 mins, 3 goals. And left me and my friends gasped. Started with that Kurniawan Dwi Yulianto who was brought in a few mins after the 2nd half started. We booed at him when he was warming up before entering the match. And the boos got louder as he entered the field. It backfired to us as he scored the equalizer. Also being distracted by the quarrel between fans of both sides, we forgot to watch the match and support the team. To cheer and boost their motivation. And they lost it right before our eyes.
Actually the quarrel started because some stupid Malaysia's fans were experimenting with the rule of gravity. Some of them who were seating just at the upper level of the Indonesia's fans, lit up a mercun papan and just let it go, to see how the force of gravity would pull it. It was dropping to the lower level, where the Indonesia's fans were seating. And thru mid-drop...kabbbooommm!! Followed by bottles being missiled from the lower level upwards. But the trajectories were miscalculated, went a little bit slanting, eventually had fallen onto the Malaysia's fans on the same level only a few metres away from them. See? And then, semua gaduh. It took 15 mins for the FRU to get there, enough for some punchings and kickings. Unluckily, I was seated quite far. If I knew we were going to lose, I'd definitely make my way there and a punch or two might have fallen on some of them. Maybe 4. 4 punches per 1 Indonesian. Just to get even.
3-5 on aggregate. Anyhow, the cup is now very much said to have fallen into the winner-of-last-nite-match's hands, (which should have been..us..). Still, I'm proud of the Malaysia team. They lost maybe, but they were the ones who were on the field last nite. Give some credits to them, eventhough they lost, they should still be able to walk with their chins being held up high. And we shouldn't feel ashamed of them. They tried, and lost. They were heroes. Last nite they were also heroes. Heroes still, only fallen.
