One Sunday afternoon, I was happy to be in a mall. It was a
long time I had gone window shopping (for those who find this ridiculous, gals
like it a lot). We entered the mall to find the different clothes and people in
their own world. I stopped at a black T-Shirt and my hubby dragged me away. I
understood his concern as I had 7 black t-shirts already. Then I stopped near
the designer saris and I wanted a moment there. So as usual, hubby told me to
be there and he will go to the men’s wear side. When I was done with my
drooling over the saris, I searched for him and found him exactly where I found
him the last time. He was desperately searching for some particular t shirt.
All the t-shirts said Manchester united for life or Chelsea. His search was in
vain. There was not even one Liverpool t shirt. I knew what to expect next. He
grumbled some bad words and then swore that next time if there is no Liverpool
t-shirt, he is going to burn the Manchester t-shirts.
If you had asked me about Football in Feb 2010, I would have
said that it is just a game and I have watched it in the Hindi movie Dhan Dhana
Dhan Goal (because of John Abraham) and I really like the Billo Rani song. Like
many other Indians, the only game I watched was cricket, that too only the one
day matches where Indian team is playing. And like a true patriot, I don’t miss the India vs Pakistan
match. If you had asked me in Feb 2011, I would have said that Football is
match with a team called Liverpool (I gathered this info strategically from him
so that I could gift him a Liverpool accessory For Valentine’ day). But after
getting married and buying a TV set, my notions about Football changed. Thanks
to hubby, I started watching with him, gave it a chance, trying to understand
why people (from a country where hockey is the national sport and cricket is a
religion) are so crazy about football.
