Yesterday, I met up with some college friends for dinner. One of them, R, graduated a couple of years before I did so we were not that close. Throughout dinner, R entertained us with very amusing stories about his work, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Why does the field of consulting consist of the most interesting (good and bad) characters? I could certainly learn to appreciate someone who calls me a, "conniving, sniveling bastard." :)
Anyway, then we started talking about football, the World Cup, Zidane, Argentina, Brazil, grandpa Roberto Carlos, and eventually the Semi-pro League. Yes, the Semi-pro League where we used to cheer our team on with the Kallang Roar. The Semi-pro League when heroes like Fandi Ahmad, V. Sundramoorthy, T. Pathmanathan, Abbas Saad, Alistair Edwards graced the green green grass of the National Stadium. (Not forgetting Michal Vana) Why is it that our country cannot a single player of international calibre other than Fandi Ahmad after all these years?
All those memories.... one favourite tactic for our team was to hoof the ball towards goal straight from kickoff and have someone fast and skilful, like Abbas, sprint towards goal in the hope of catching the opposition off-guard. Hahaha I wonder how many other teams do that. And that 3-2 victory over Pahang in the M'sia Cup semifinal has to be one of our most satisfying victories ever. Magical, brazilian-esque cheeky backheel from Sundram for Fandi to score. Those were the days...nowadays we can't even beat Thailand, so don't even talk about qualifying for the World Cup.
We chatted and laughed until the restaurant threw us out, and then we went to R's place and played a classic boardgame called Fortress America until the wee hours. Good job, Milton-Bradley, come up with a brilliant game and, of course, the limited edition covers (ours was the Saddam of the 1990 Gulf War edition)
Good ol' guys' night out. Yes, this is what we do when our other halves are not around...
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