Oh yeah you got that right.
I slept at 6 a.m today with a huge smile fixed on or rather pasted on my lips. I drifted into sleep dreaming of Iker Casillas and Raul Gonzalez (ok I know he's not in the game) having fun going around town. Iker Casillas in particular had been my huge crush since 2002 World Cup. And oh....oh....I still keep the play card--teenage at heart oh yes. He is GORGEOUS OMG_ok now I'm flat on spasm. I so envy his girlfriend, what a lucky girl. His reputation is indeed impressive. Iniesta might have scored the winning goal, but Casillas saved so many tries and that means more. Go google him yourself I can't keep ogling over him all day, MrVai well might ask for a divorce. Raul on the other hand, simply is a magician on the field toying around with his crystal ball. AND THEY ARE SPANISH! What female human being wouldn't go ga-ga over their romantic eyes, thick brow and so oh handsome total package.
I always enjoyed watching Spain game, you can feel their passion. Surely I like Germany too, they are full of tactics. But Spainiards are different, unlike other games you can hear the commentators talking about their passings, fouls, missed penalties and oh yeah the common offsides. Spain game, you get that too. But do notice that the talking guys will too reason the act. You hear them praising the team spirit, the quick pick-ups, the recovery from failed trials and so on. My inside felt churned and it was just similar with the butterflies you get when waiting for the first date. Despite the size, they have quick strategy and while their movement was always baricaded by 3-4 giant Oranjes the Spainiards always manage to sneak around them.
Back to this morning, I was loud and MrVai wanted to make me watch the game with PaInLaw@ his dad. I kept on fidgeting and oh-oh-oh-ing all the way through the game while he gave me the weird look. If it wasn't footie season people might think that we're having a wild sex. Haha. But hey I'm the stadium type so sitting in front of the TV simply is a downgrade of enjoyment.
Cut it short, watching the Spain game is like sending them off to war. They play the games with their heart. I noticed the Queen Sofia of Spain was there to lend her support, and my-my that really impressed me. Hm...imagine Malaysian King up there, we'd have to perform the ampun Tuanku stuff. Errh...
So have a nice evening, I'd be off feeling like I'm falling in love. Perhaps this will wear out in a week. Bye.