The last time I watched my
brother play football was in school. He is a talented basketball player no
doubt but football has never been his forte. The last time that I earlier spoke
of was the one time I saw him touch the ball in the entire ninety minutes of
play. So when I went to cheer for his team
Aakraman
that day, I must confess I was merely going to make fun of him. Recently, one
of our juniors had nicknamed him
Bournville
based on his skin tone and I was hell bent on rooting for the lone cocoa bean
from Sikkim. Once the game started, I was caught by surprise. My brother had
actually improved by leaps and bounds and I found myself genuinely cheering for
the team. I did not even seem to mind the fact that he was wearing the No. 8
jersey. My Lampard’s number! Not just
him, I was impressed with quite a few players. In the end, they did win and I
made sure I congratulated all those I thought had played a part in the victory.
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| Aakraman eleven |
Every match day I see my brother setting
up his team an hour prior to the game. This is not how it should be but, other
than the game, I feel happy about the fact that these guys are making good use
of their time. They don’t have a stable team yet and the players come and go as
they please. Some are proceeding back to the plains for academic reasons, while
others have miscellaneous duties to perform. Even with all the shuffling, their
game is pretty decent. They have won two games and lost one since then. Today
is yet another match day and I am going to be there in the gallery, cheering
for my brothers. Winning maybe important in most cases but in this one the
spirit sails them through. Go
Aakraman!
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