GOAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (PART 1)
Heres my most serious attempt at writing non satirical crap to date hahahaha, inspired by Liverpools ugly loss to Everton last night....FUCK YOU Lucas Leiva! hahaha.
GOAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (PART 1)
By: Jeremy Adam
"Someone said 'football is a matter of life and death to you' and I said 'Listen…. it's more important than that'." — Bill Shankly.
Back in the day, when going to the stadium to watch Malaysian football was at least exciting, Bill Gates was just some street punk trying to make a quick buck, BIG hair was still in fashion and owning a 14 inch television was considered a luxury, live television telecasts of international/foreign football matches were somewhat scarce, save for the really big events.
There was no daily ESPN Sports Center Live, we had Gillette World of Sports that was usually reporting sports news a week or two too late.
There was no Soccernet.espn.go.com, Eurosports.co.uk or Goal.com to keep us updated. We had Match and Shoot magazines with pull-out posters of the top and up and coming players and teams.
There was no Sky Sports Super Sunday or Nokia Football Crazy. There was however, the legendary
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Even though resources were limited, this did not keep us from pulling all our material together. The admiration for the valor, intrigue and glamour of the footballing world was too much for us to do without.
We regularly snuck our copies of Match, Shoot or whatever football related articles to school to be swapped or traded among each other as buying each and every weeks issue was a daunting task for a 7 year old, hoping it didn’t get confiscated by the class teacher or goody-two-shoes class prefect. We would then compare all the data we managed to fathom and debate on who was our favorite player, usually for reasons that we thought made sense back then.
Clubs, teams, strategies and tactics meant nothing to us at that stage, it was the individual players skills and quality that left us idolizing the likes of Ian Rush, Diego Maradona, Roberto Baggio, Juergen Klinsmann, Lothar Matthaus ,Franco Baresi and many others that we’d nickname ourselves after during recess period as we kicked a tennis ball around the school court.
I myself, even though usually played as a goalkeeper back then (and still do until now) had an admiration for Roberto Baggio and his somewhat magical exploits in Italy, even if I only got to see glimpses of his magic in clips and highlights shown on the news and the aforementioned delayed for what-seems-to-be-forever telecast of Gillete World of Sports.
As I had finally ‘matured’ enough to understand the concept and importance of the footballing Club or team, day by day I would grow fonder, not only for the game or player, but also for his club at the time, Juventus, which I diligently researched through magazines and news articles, and sometimes, sneakily going through each an every of my Dads VHS tapes in hope that he had recorded some of the odd live matches that were shown on TV back then.
This however, would all soon change.
……………………to be continued.





