Kick-off to memories “how I fell in love with football”

 

I don’t remember exactly when did I start watching football. I’ve no idea who made me watch this beautiful sport. I thank the person whoever it is, from the bottom of my heart for introducing me to a world that had given me so much. I believe I speak the language of football. If you do the same, then I welcome you to My world………you can count on me. All I expect from you is a little tittle-tattle of football.

 

I had a lot of football kits in my childhood. I remember there was RONALDO, KAKA, ARSHAVIN, TORRES, RONALDINHO, ROONEY, RAUL, BERBATOV and the list ends with my favourite player and arguably the best player on the planet “LIONEL MESSI”. I loved the collection and they all sent by my dad and favourite uncles.

There’s nothing more splendid than showing off your kits to your friends. Our evenings spent well. and it’s hardly 20 steps from home to reach the playing area. Everyone wears some kit, mostly the kit of the player you admire. I wore Barcelona 2008-2009 season away kit most of the time. If you’re still thinking about my favourite kit. It’s Yello with vertical Blaugrana lines. talking about my first ever idol in football. There was this guy in red with blonde hair, a beast in front of the goal, fifty thousands of Liverpool supporters did sing this weekend after weekends at Anfield “  

 

“WE BOUGHT THE LAD

FROM SUNNY SPAIN 

HE GETS THE BALL 

AND SCORES AGAIN 

FERANANDO TORRES

LIVERPOOL’S NUMBER NINE” 

 

I get moves every time I listen to this song. one of my favourite football chant. I know you are wondering if it’s Torres then how Messi now?

Put your seat belt on, we are going for a ride. Time travel. my cousin who is a massive Liverpool supporter, claims he bleeds red if cut open. Also too dumb to realise 90% of life on earth bleed red and the 89% are not Liverpool fans. The first time I saw a person stay awake to watch football was him. He always sacrificed everything that comes the way of him and football. I learned from him. Forced to watch lots of pool matches and became so familiar with Toress and Gerrard faces.his desktop had EL NINO’s 2008 EURO winning goal as a wallpaper for 4 years. His life had influenced my craze for the football we started watching matches together staying awake craving potato chips with cola has become a token of love we shared on weekends. one thing he failed in his life was making me a Liverpool fan. He was too late and I already started fancying 22-year-old Leo Messi and his magical left foot. I reckon his goal against Getafe scoring after dribbling past the entire defence was circulating so quick amongst the schoolboys. Many tried to copy him. I even changed my dominant foot from right to left. I wished to get abilities with left. that’s was the beginning of a beautiful relationship between me and Lionel Andres Messi. 

 

2010 world cup came so fast and we never had time to grow mature due to home works given by teachers, we had a tough time watching live matches. I didn’t watch it at all. Sorry, mom didn’t allow me to. She always believed a 12-year-old should be focusing on his studies rather than watching tv. The elimination by Germany didn’t affect me emotionally but humiliated me in front of schoolmates. four years later Germany did again. This time right into my heart. I might have had mini angina. I don’t know I didn’t check. I didn’t want to. Felt something in life that I have never experienced before. Argentina lost in the final and I’m crying my lungs out in front of a tv. That was just the beginning of the heartbreaks football have given, 2015,2016 the trauma followed. whenever Messi cried I cried more. 

 

Childhood was more of watching success football, turning adulthood that escalated so quick and football has given so many heartbreaks. Consecutive UCL eliminations were something that even made me think to stop going to college. I don’t remember a day I skipped watching Messi play. I would’ve even said NO to my hand surgery if they had arranged it on weekend. I could not miss a game. I leave this to you. Can call me mad or crazy. My emotion for this game is something that I wouldn’t dare to stop.

 

Time is 2:15, twenty-three year old me here penning this and waiting for Argentina vs Chile opener of Copa America 2021. The lineup is out. Messi must be thinking about scoring one or two later. Dear seven gods in heaven and all the varieties of gods available in this universe and all the available ones out there. Make my man lift the glory this time. Please roll the dice in favour of him. 

 

The match begins, I better go. Thanks for listening….