Before you go on with the following details, I’d clarify that WC here refers to “World Cup” instead of the place for you to answer the natural call. I have to use the familiar short form here due to Sina’s restrictions on the length of the blog titles.
Long before the world cup rose its curtain, my sun had been begging me to watch the games with him. He favors Brazil and Germany, and has decided to watch all the games of these two teams. You may be wondering why he has to do so…Well, not because I am a fan also, but because I have to wake him up in case the game is on after the midnight(2:30 am.)..I am pleased to undertake this glorious task, however that’s where my misery comes from.
To tell the truth, I’m not a guy who has developed such franticism for football, who will never watch a game at 2:30 early in the morning! And, frankly speaking, I should not be counted as a football fan, even as a pseudo fan…I don’t like football very much, partly due to the notoriously poor performance of our national team ( just one of the excuses). In this field, my fourteen-year-old sun can teach me a lot. During these days, my job is simple: wake him up after midnight and watch the game with him, though I doze away from time to time during the 90 minutes. I feel quite a relief when the game is drawing to the end, and I’m satisfied with some knowledge about the final scores.
Anyway, it’s quite an experience watching games with my son. He knows almost all the players of the teams in his favor, and knows more rules than I do. Sometimes he even mocks at his once-almighty father( at least in his eyes) , just like the way he did when I hummed some melodies of his idol, Michael Jackson. My God, he’s really growing up and I’m getting old. He once thought his father knew everything I liked to talked with me a lot. Now, he’s bold enough to laugh at me when I fail to answer one of his questions. The son excels the father, which is probably a natural law. And, the World Cup is his festival, which is not mine.