When I saw those men with nerves of steel, standing on top of the world, singing Negaraku, with the golden medal hanging on their necks, I know this would be the dawn of a new era for the nation's sports.
It's sad to say, for a guy, I don't actually like football. I just don't understand the game. 11 players, in jerseys of different colours, chasing a ball. I just couldn't understand why people are so into the game, that they would spend their time in front of the TV and coffee shops, just wasting their time. It's just not how I roll.
But the match was different. It's not just about football, it's more than that. It's about our pride and dignity, as the people of the country that we love, trying to reach the stars and beyond. It's our passion to be triumphant. Those players literally fought till the very end to win. They played their very best, for Malaysia. Not for any race, but for the country. When we cheer for them, we chant the name Malaysia instead of the race. This is the real spirit of unity that others failed to realize.
From the beginning of the match, I was already on Twitter, checking out the timeline for updates during the match. It was tense. Malaysians and Indonesians alike was having a verbal war amongst themselves, insulting each other. The 120-minute match was nerve-wrecking. Each passing minute ticks by, hoping for a miracle that Malaysia will pull it through this time. I was glued to my seat, with the remote control and the iPad on my hands. The team, referred as "Harimau Muda" or "Young Tigers", had a huge responsibilty to shoulder. A nation was hoping that they bring back the trophy that we thirst for since 1983.
The moves by these new breed of players were something to shout about. Being the first time joining such a huge event internationally, they had performed their best and had showed their opponent what are they made of.
Team Malaysia, you're the best!
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