And inevitably, football.

At 2 am an unlikely group of people gathered at the La Piazza to join the hundreds who were all watching the World Cup together on the big screen in the middle of the plaza. The surrounding café’s were all working round the clock to cater to this magnitude of an event. The unlikely group, btw, happened to be myself, with my parents. It never occurred to me that they would suddenly feel like watching footie with the masses. At 2-bloody-a.m. Admittedly our cable-TV, with its ESPN and Star Sports and whatnot, amazingly does not transmit the World Cup. Mum had a great time, possessing a moderate enjoyment for football. I, felt weird hanging out with my parents at 2am. Dad was only in it for Mum, and successfully persuaded us to split 15 minutes before the game ended.
Later on in the day Dad went typically contemplative.
He said: “It’s ironic that thousands can be so fanatic about another nation’s football team, that they would all gather in the middle of the night to watch. Everybody, everybody gathering in the big malls built over the empty grassy lands previously used by kids to play football.”
I did not have a response for that. Predictably, we are watching the finals at home tonight. We hijacked our maid’s antenna-TV.