This morning I woke up to see my friend sorbing uncontrollably and I immediately became terrified and afraid thinking that probably something so terrible has happened.
"What's wrong?" I asked as he continued to sob.
"Did anybody die?"
I was so uncomfortable and perplexed. I have lived with this guy for years and not once have I seen him in this mode. He hardly gets sad or broken. I know him as a strong guy. All these things formed my fear and by this time I was already getting angry and impatient with him.
I thought of a whole lot of things. He had come back home last night speechless and I sad maybe he was just in a bad mode or he was deeply thinking about what to do concerning the issues of his sick mother.
The woman must have died I thought to myself and my heart began to race up and down and from a close distance, one could feel the rage, sadness, curiosity, and frustration that's palpitating my heart.
I kept on asking him repeatedly what was wrong until finally he rose up his head and goodness God, this guy was crying because Barcelona lost their champions league match to Chelsea.
I stood for minutes looking at this guy, full of anger and, the truth is, I felt like killing him right there where he sat like a condemned criminal.
He was so down and depressed that I began to wonder how exactly football fans feel; what do they gain? To me, it feels mysterious and absurd and since that day I started to watch football matches and years later, I became a diehard Real Madrid fan.
Last night when Spurs saw off Ajax I felt so excited that finally Real Madrid can now laugh back at Ajax and the feeling was so deep that I had to apologize to my friend for making a mockery of him years ago.