Although I am not interested in football, I do have my favourite teams. (This sentence contradicts itself I know) They are England, Argentina and Brazil. As of today... these 3 teams have all been kicked out and I won't need to crawl out of bed at 1am to find out the score from my father. Haha...

Though I hardly know anything bout football and its terms except for offside, free kick, penalty kick, yellow card and red card... I think its quite an interesting game.

There are 22 men chasing after a ball.

Its only during football matches where u can see a lot of men crying even worse than women (when they lose the match).

The evil side of men surface. When your opponent didn't make it for a penalty kick, the other team jump and cheer happily.

Its only during football matches where you can see men hugging each other very tightly and its ok... unlike normal circumstances where everyone will say they are gay.

We can see two extremes. Extreme happiness (for the team who won and its supporters) and extreme sadness (for the team who lost and its supporters)

I know that everything I typed above is crap but I have nothing to do at 5.48am in the morning. Why do I feel like I just woke up when I didn't even sleep the whole night?