Why does football…

evoke such strong feelings? Something about the game…? Or the mystique that we build up around the players….? And the ferocity with which we defend them…? They don’t even know who we are, scattered all over the world, but for this one month, they belong to us. We cross boundaries, revere flags other than our own country’s, learn up every single detail of the lives of our heroes, open a piggy bank account for the next World Cup……you name it! World over, restaurants serve up menus with the names of football teams, or the countries playing that day, drinks are creatively rechristened, the decor is football-themed, big screens are set up so one doesn’t miss a second…malls look like mini football stadiums… parks are set up with massive screens, along with smaller settings in tents and smaller screens….home routines are worked out around match timings…what a fever….and it carries everyone along - this is the most beautiful part. No borders define us, no economic class separates us, no age limit bars us, no ethnicity colours us….it’s just football, football, football… One season of madness fuels the world. 

I love Messi!!!!!!!!!!