Soccer & The Alonsos

A week ago, I spotted a transparent package with a white T-shirt in it on our kitchen countertop. Or so I thought it was a T-shirt. After much scrutiny -and the opening of the package with much subtlety- was actually an official Adidas Germany World Cup jersey. Holy. Mother.

*Runs around the house waving jersey like a flag & screaming like a banshee*

What the heck was a German jersey doing in my house, I wondered. Expensive as it was, I could only afford to look at jerseys from the Adidas outlets available. So, as I pretended to know nothing of the jersey, it was only while I was reading the daily Life! section from The Straits Times that Dad asked if I wanted the shirt. Nonchalantly, I gave a noncommital reply but secretly, I wanted to burst. Germany or not, it was the OFFICIAL WORLD CUP JERSEY, watermarks & all!!

But then again, I was slightly deflated because it was a German jersey & not a Spanish one. Boo-hoo. But, never mind!! It is still a jersey, nonetheless. One more to add to my already mountainous collection. *snerk*

Again, I was dismayed that the size given to me was XL. My God, Dad, did you think I was like, Big Momma or something?? I know I'm a little out of proportions lahh...but an M would have sufficed for me, man. After all, it was a Men's cut jersey. Enough said.

Despite all that, I slipped it on after my evening shower, planning to use it as a sleepy-thing of sorts. You know how you can't immediately wash you jerseys just after you buy them?? You gotta like, wear it out a few times or at least once before you throw them in the washer. Yeah, so I decided to wear it on the spot. It keeps the material lasting longer.

As the jersey went over my head, I was amazed by the soft silkyness of the material you could almost hear like, a faint rustling of when silk meets skin & oh, man!! Such a decadent feeling. It was luxurious, feeling something less than that would not be the trademark ClimaCool of Adidas. And as the shirt settled against me, I couldn't help exhaling a 'Whoah' sound escaping from my lips.

Sinfully decadent, it was. So, that's what footballers play in, ehh?? No wonder they do so well. Can't say the same for Germany, though. They haven't been up to par lately, which raised quite a concern for all the German officials since they're the hosts for this year's World Cup. Anywayz, other than the larger than life badge that seemed to stick out against the shirt & appeared to make my left boob appear slightly larger than it originally is, the shirt was fine. Longish at the hem & slinky as a nightie, I couldn't help but feel just a tad sexy, horny bitch that I am.

Raaawr.

That night, as Fatin & I were watching Dia, the Indonesian cinetron, Dad rang us at home, asking if any of us wanted anymore jerseys. Of course, Fatin immediately requested Portugal even though I fervently hissed at her that Portugal was NOT one of the countries sponsored by Adidas. She didn't care two hoots. Whatever. And of course, I asked for Spain & actually wanted another but couldn't think up a country at that point.

It was then that it occurred to me that, oh my God!! Dad's company was one of the main sponsors for the WC, that's why he could afford to get those jerseys for us. Because during the last WC, he brought home -of all the jerseys the world could offer!!- a Sweden one.

And so yesterday came the arrival of my bold red Spanish jersey & I am thus, wearing it now. Viva Espana, people!! A hundred bucks plus plus saved from buying the same jersey. Although, I wish for their white away kit, beggars can't be choosers. Who knew my Dad's company was so passionate about soccer?? Way to go, Dad!!

So I was watching my routine Saturday Premiership Weekend where last season's champions Chelsea were playing host to their London rivals Tottenham Hotspur. Naturally, I was backing for Spurs to kick Chelsea's ass. Never happened. But it was close, let me tell you.

Anywayz, Dad was standing beside the one-seater sofa that I was currently occupying & all this while, I was toggling upon which football club he supported. Obviously not Liverpool. And I think he'd rather spit on Manchester United. So, it was a close call between Arsenal & Chelsea although my suspicions urged strongly towards Chelsea. So, when Michael Essien scored his first official goal for Chelsea in the Premiership, my Dad was all but sniggering to himself & I'm like, thinking, ohh, so you're with Moron Mourinho & the Dirty Diving Blues, then?? FINE!!

It always seemed that whenever Dad watched soccer with me, the team I was supporting either wasn't scoring goals or we just got beaten by the opposition. And of course, Dad would laugh at me in fashionistic sadistical glee. Go figure.

Just before the halftime, Dad brought the younger three to 7-11 just to pass the time before he went off to work. When they returned with a large Slurpee & a couple of Mr. Softies, the score was level & the second half had just begun. So, literally, almost the whole family sat in the living room downing Chendol-flavored Mr. Softie; only Nuryn had the instant mashed potatoes.

The game played on as we ate & just out of the blue, as Edgar Davids had the ball & was ready to kick in a cross, Mom called out, "Who's this?? Ronaldhino??" Half choking, I barely recovered & had already opened my mouth to say something when Dad beat me to it & quipped, "No lahh. This is the Mama man from Serangoon."

That was enough to land me into a mild coughing fit. Ronldhino!!?? Mama man from Serangoon!!??

*Faints*

Naturally, Chelsea won the match after a last gasp goal from French left-back, William Gallas, which I strongly believe was a tyco goal. Grrr. Damn, Chelsea.

And naturally, my Dad was there to witness that goal. So, just before he left for work, he couldn't resist making a cheeky remark. "Who wants a Tottenham jersey!!??" That earned him a roll-eyed look from me. He didn't stop there. "Who wants a Chelsea jersey!!??"

"Lagi I don't want!!" I retorted, resorting him to chuckle to himself.

Ugh. Chelsea, be damned. At least I've got a Manchester United game to look forward to tonight. And dammit, Chippy has overtaken me by five points in our Fantasy Premier League so now, I've dropped down to third place when I was doing so well in second place before behind Kity.

Hoping & praying that Ruud plays tonight. Damn you, Ferguson. How could you leave your topscorer on the bench for so long!!?? Were his services offer no use to you?? I know he only scores like, in the penalty area, but bloody hell!! He's a clinical finishier, okay!!

Hmpf...

Laterz...
Lenny GodGilla Xabs