But this year's Euro, I'm enjoying it for a reason very different from before. You see being Malaysian, living in Klang Valley and being in my 30s, football season for me is a break from reality.
The sight of many men chasing a ball around the field is a pleasant one as opposed to watching men in yellow shirt doing the mob at Dataran Merdeka and Masjid Jamek area. (The one staged on the holy land nearly got all the Haj pilgrims booted out for this year's season!)
The sight of the referee chasing the men chasing the ball is way more exciting than the sight of a woman in black dress who said she's the wise voice of law yet dissed the police when her gathering went out of hand. (One time you angry with police, next you seek help from police, and you wonder why all you get is the smell of burgers on your dress?)
The sight of the infamous red card is way more pleasant than the headlines in newspaper about some student loan being freezed, then reinstated, given back to the people who never really appreciated the help before. (Heck when the loan giver offer them a chance to convert the loan into scholarship, some of them even argue that getting a 4.0 CGPA is not an attainable feat. Nevermind that some people managed to get 18, 19, or 20 straight A+s before, huh?)
I could go on. But I got a football match to catch.
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