Where were you watching the finals?...
So thanks to Aaron's persistence, the both of us plus our 'driver' Andy manage to get VIP passes to a street party @ Bangsar. Where exactly is it you might ask? Well, they closed down 1 whole street just for it a few rows behind the McD's, so if you were somehow in that area, you'd know for sure. Oh another crucial decision to go here instead of any other mamak was that for VIP pass holders, there were free flow drinks!! Don't need a second invitation there...
Hot girls serving us cold beers... wonder which tastes nicer...
We reached there around 8 and the first thing we noticed was, boy the line getting in is long (it almost stretched to the main road outside!). Luckily the friend had 'lubang' for getting us the passes so we didn't have to queue with the rest. Wah, already felt like a VIP... There were a lot of things going on there: face paintings, games, performances, etc. but the first stop for us was the VIP area where the drinks were served.
Shakira certainly got tanned on her trip to Africa...
Though once we were there, we soon realized that there were a LOT of VIPs as the area was jam packed and getting in line for drinks took way too long for supposedly VIP area only. They did serve Carlsberg from the can (good to know it ain't watered down) and Barcadi with Coke or Ginger Ale. I manage to make friends with the bartender and got him to triple up (at least) the amount of Barcadi we had in our drinks! Now that's good bar-tending!
Some of the games there, someone went home with a Lotus Elise...
Oh, surprisingly there were quite a number of friends that I didn't know liked football showed up at the party... I suppose you can't hide from a good party eh? Manage to grab a bite at a nearby mamak before making our rounds at the drinks area again. Mind you it was way before midnite at that time. How we were gonna stay sober for the match was a big question at that moment.
Always wanted to have my face painted...
Well, luckily there were people dancing on the streets like it was in a club so we joined in and worked out some sweats... haha, never sweated like this before a match before... So by around 2am everyone started to quiet down and gather round the several big screens that were erected for the very purpose. Most of them manage to find a seat but I had to stand for the match cos some dude behind me puked on the floor -.-'. Luckily din kena me..
Saying the street was jam packed is an understatement...
So as the national anthems rang and the match got started, we all know what happened in the end thanks to heroics from San Iker and Don Andreas. I have to say, there were questionable decisions but it wasn't as bad as a disallowed goal that would totally ruin the spectacle and in the end, the best and deserving team won. I might have lost the bet to batman, but I think the bragging and taunting rights were worth way way more than that (at least for the next 2 years!).
Everyone was ready for the big match...
So the 1 month of sleepless nights, noisy good for nothing vuvuzelas, listening and reading on Facebook about 'fans' who come out once every 4 years rambling about the games, blaming/worshipping of a mollusk that 'predicts' results is over. And thank *insert object of worship here* for that. Now we can get back to some regular football programming after another month of well deserved rest. Let the transfer rumour mill begin!
Congratulations to La Furia Roja...
This was the first time I supported a country from start to end with passion and luckily they won. The World Cup for me can be summed into some simple words : Vuvuzelas, Jabulani, horrible officials, upsets and SPAIN!! Wanted to write this post entirely in Spanish as a tribute to the winning team but my Spanish is as limited as my Hainanese :P...
