MISSING PEA AND CROATIA WINS

The World Cup in football happens every four years, so devotion to watching game to banta hai. Now with quarter finals on and Brazil vs Croatia happening, TV time was big. Murali fixed my drink and from then on eyes glued to TV. 

One has been watching nations with phenomenal footwork and that is what makes this game watchable. Even as there is energetic footwork, there is a delicacy, as spiked footwear pushes the ball, even as other spiked shoes interfere with this delicate foot work. So, if you want to watch the goal happen live, eyes on TV. 

The ironies of life are many and one of them is that the sparkling, much talked about goal,  that famous back flip, those trot-worthy dribbles, never happens in the 90 minutes you have been watching, unblinkingly. 

Extra time happens and you are a bit distracted because you have knocked back one too many and you are hunting for that green pea which slipped out of your bite and you look down, because you do not want haldi to stain your top, cause though good for your health is a bitch as a stain. 

And bingo! Brazil score a goal. Darn the stain, and what a goal. Finally you watch Neymar and his famous foot work in slo mo. Don't know about the young pea. And then you are coughing cause you are downing them fast and Croatia's Bruno Petkovic kicks in a super goal, while you are wiping the tears after the bout of coughing. Thank you slo mo. 

Shenanigans on a football ground are bound to happen, sometimes hilarious because it has to do with adult players and sometimes frustrating because it has to do with adult men. 

But yet it is horrendously tense when they reach the penalty stroke level. Nail biting finish. And by now I am again keen eyed and watched Croatia win.