Sorry for posting this late as I need to rush to work immediately after the game and I wasn’t even in the right frame of mind to even know where to start writing this as like many of you, I’m still over the moon from the outcome of this game.
Instead of giving you the usual post match review which you’ll probably have read from countless numbers of articles across the web. Instead I’m going to talk about this game in a different way; pretty much what was going through my mind and how i lived this game.
Like many, my last memory of a semifinal goes back to 1990 but as a 10 year old the feeling was a whole lot different as I had to sneak out of bed and watch the game on mute in the early hours in Malaysia. It was all quiet just action on the field for throughout the game.
This time I had to wake up as early as 2:30 in the morning to get ready as me and my friends were going to watch the game at a café where Albiceleste fans have been gathering. Which means there will be screaming, cheering, shouting and maybe to some extent cursing all the way.
Right from there untill the start of the match, my mind kept thinking of what was the possible outcome for this match. There were just too many possibilities that I could think of. All I wanted was for the game to start and finish so that we get on with it.
For the entire 120 minutes of football action and eight penalty kicks; reminiscent memories of Argentina from the past came to my mind on several occasions. Some good, some bad.
When Lionel MESSI was about to step up to take the free kick; I was brought back a memory of a certain well planned free kick that we scored against England back in 1998.
That Gonzalo HIGUAIN strike which I absolutely believe was a disallowed goal at that time even it was actually side netting brought back a reminder of a disallowed goal against Germany four years ago.
Moments before when Arjen ROBBEN's attempt on goal came in the dying minute; the memory of a Dennis BERGKAMP goal against us came back to haunt me.
Then the additional 30 minutes…
Honestly I hate this part, I really do. There were moments that I felt what if there is another Sol CAMPBELL incident and the referee rules in favour of a goal?
I really wished we could finish off the game here. When Rodrigo PALACIO had his moment I swear to the Beard that I was running & screaming towards the TV, ignoring the fact that there were people behind me.
Then the worst part ever…
I’m sure some of you like me had memories from 2006 creeping into your head. Kept closing my eyes as I was trying to think of Carlos ROA’s heroic saves from 1998 but all that kept coming were Roberto AYALA and Esteban CAMBIASSO's misses!
Oh God, I just couldn’t sit anymore as the pressure had reached its peak within me. I was only standing and walking here & there keeping my head holding together until the moment when Maxi RODRIGUEZ was stepping up to take his kick and then……
Words can’t describe what happened but the fact is Argentina will play in the Final and that’s all that matters!
Well that’s all I have to say for now, I’m going to rush back home to catch some sleep as I’m already looking like a walking zombie (our friends from Asia will understand this part).