During these times, I would be the one standing very far, seated at the end corner of the stadium or sometimes at kids' sports day, not present at all, sebab maluuuuuuuuuuu. His over zealousness would either bring out the best or the undesirably worst in you.
when Malaysia played against Indonesia the other day, he was in front of the tele with my nephews who came to spend the holiday with makyang. In a nutshell, Malaysia was playing, like Malaysia always plays, not up to the expectation. He verbalized his disappointments, frustrations and anger so animatedly in front of the boys and I could hear the boys' silence, drowning in my other half's loud support for the country.
The very next day, when my husband was out to work, my nephews came to me and asked. "...makyang, terror sangat ker Alang tu main bola?" I responded with "...kenapa tanya?" "...idaklerr, sebab masa tengok Malaysia main semalam, aaaaAlang (my nephew ni gagap sikit) tu marah sangat, jerit2 panggil pemain2 tu anak kambing." I mmbbeekk-ed with laughter and quickly smsed the loud half about this and his answer was "...bring em boys to the stadium petang ni, and tengok Bapak Kambing main macam mana!"
Let's play ball!
The second half saw the team performing even better. The opposition's goal keeper missed 2 more goals and that determined the winner of the final match with a 3 - 0 score. I think it was one of the best games I have seen him played so far. And I also think he owed it to the anak2 kambing for making that questionable statement which pushed him to do his best.
No matching cake pictures for this entry folks. More of that in the next entry insyaallah.