What makes the world go round? The Philippine Azkals.
In the situation last night where the world ought to have stopped turning because of a coverage blackout in Myanmar, Azkals fans all over the world (oh yes!) found a crack on the wall and tore it wide open. Blogsites and fan pages all throughout the internet rose to the occasion and provided relief to fans and followers. For me and my homeheads and some booze and homemade sisig, a couple of blogsites were places of enchantment. A ray of the glorious sunshine that, for all intents and purposes, kept the world sane. It nearly became insane, mind you. We wrote down in a notepad our reasons in bullet sentences why we should hate Myanmar. We stopped at reason #666, it said: "greedy and repressive country that ought to be nuked for not allowing live telecast". This will have to do from the game last night on up to the succeeding games against Palestine and Bangladesh. Myanmar big dogs say, "no allow telibision, no allow intilnet, no allow live show, this is goldeng lul in Myanmal, oke?" As a Filipino Azkal I say it hurts when it hurts when it hurts. But it is what it is, says a poster in one of the blogs, of being "Myanmar'd" (to mean coverage blackout, I suppose).
At least now we know there is actually a place or country called "Myanmar". Hardly noticed it before these games. Heard it used to be Burma, but same thing, sounds just as awful as well. It's all good. Remember, you drew firstblood, k? The world will keep on turning because we have ways to get it to turn. We almost beat you in your own house! Scared the living bejesuses out of you all, huh? Filipinos will adapt and overcome. WE are The Azkals!
Rawlings in one of his one liners said: "I had done battle with great fear, and the victory was mine". Okay, slightly off but, you know, catch the drift. So here's to Burnmyar national football peeps, a lot of us here are mostly looking forward to ya'al coming over for a match with our Azkals one day. It won't be just eggs and tomatoes, you'll see. Lintik lang ang.....
It is what it is.
In the situation last night where the world ought to have stopped turning because of a coverage blackout in Myanmar, Azkals fans all over the world (oh yes!) found a crack on the wall and tore it wide open. Blogsites and fan pages all throughout the internet rose to the occasion and provided relief to fans and followers. For me and my homeheads and some booze and homemade sisig, a couple of blogsites were places of enchantment. A ray of the glorious sunshine that, for all intents and purposes, kept the world sane. It nearly became insane, mind you. We wrote down in a notepad our reasons in bullet sentences why we should hate Myanmar. We stopped at reason #666, it said: "greedy and repressive country that ought to be nuked for not allowing live telecast". This will have to do from the game last night on up to the succeeding games against Palestine and Bangladesh. Myanmar big dogs say, "no allow telibision, no allow intilnet, no allow live show, this is goldeng lul in Myanmal, oke?" As a Filipino Azkal I say it hurts when it hurts when it hurts. But it is what it is, says a poster in one of the blogs, of being "Myanmar'd" (to mean coverage blackout, I suppose).
At least now we know there is actually a place or country called "Myanmar". Hardly noticed it before these games. Heard it used to be Burma, but same thing, sounds just as awful as well. It's all good. Remember, you drew firstblood, k? The world will keep on turning because we have ways to get it to turn. We almost beat you in your own house! Scared the living bejesuses out of you all, huh? Filipinos will adapt and overcome. WE are The Azkals!
Rawlings in one of his one liners said: "I had done battle with great fear, and the victory was mine". Okay, slightly off but, you know, catch the drift. So here's to Burnmyar national football peeps, a lot of us here are mostly looking forward to ya'al coming over for a match with our Azkals one day. It won't be just eggs and tomatoes, you'll see. Lintik lang ang.....
It is what it is.
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