Tiga kossoooooooonnnggg

Pics from left to right: The effects of the happy liquids, Check out Prabs blue steel immitation, The boys, Me and the brother, The girls, Captain Selangor saves damsel lost in stadium!, Captain Selangggoorr!, Cheerleaders, Ah Bill who started it all, Anak Selangor, Makan time

Yes this is a little late in coming, I know. About two weeks late actually, or is that three. First i left the camera at my brother's place, then i forgot to bring it, then he forgot to bring it, then i went to Singapore (where we invented the wonderful VItajing) and then i procrastinated. And as always happens with procrastination, I loose most of what i wanted to write because it happened too long ago and the momentum is lost.

But still...


It was a good night all in all. I innitially only wanted to go because all my friends were going and i thought it would be a good way of catching up. The last memory i have of actually following the football scene was when Maldini was still the in thing and the last football match i watched in a stadium was when Arsenal came to kick Malaysia's butt. So yea, you get the picture.

Right from the ride to the stadium the madness was staring me in the face. It was a sea of yellow and red. If you were not dressed in either of the blessed colors that evening you were automatically the enemy. I made the big mistake of wanting to be fashionable and dressed in brown, which resulted in me getting shoved, pushed, ignored and jumped in queue when it came to buying tickets for the LRT to the staduim. The whole train was filled with Selangor supporter. Filled like a can of sardines. The amount of armpits my face got pushed into was so not funny, damn being a shorty. And the excitement that permiated through was just so infectious. Before i got off i was grinning for right to left, screaming along to their cheers and waving at perfect strangers, as long as they were in red and yellow, they were a friend. Football really did bring people together that night. Dark or fair, short or tall.. if you were a Selangor fan you were a macha. And when they won, it was crazy!!! Pure madness!

We did the works, we bought the blow horns, the flags, the bandanas.. and it was wild. Hi-fying the dude that looked like someone i would have conciously avoided on the street everytime a goal was scored, I guess alot of my reservations were dropped that night too. Reservations can be an alternate word for stereotypes. And hey, I'm acknowledging it.