Kucing Gatal Speaks

Monday, May 22, 2006

Ada apa dengan football?

It's coming up to that time again where prolonged sulks, withheld sex and even nude parades in front of the TV will fail to grab your man's attention . I'm talking, of course, about that once-every-four-years scourge for women everywhere, the World Cup.

Ladies, pay attention. Most jantans are going to be completely absorbed and distracted next month. They will be very eager to discuss the finer points of every match with you, but don't expect them to pay the same amount of attention to everyday stuff like your new haircut, the wonderful meal you just cooked, your terrible day at work, etc. Unless of course you can somehow fit football in, for example: "Sayang, today my boss shouted at one of my colleagues just like how that fellow shouted at his footballer, that famous guy what's his name, Beckem or whatever, and made him leave the team ..."

Which is when your man's ears will perk up and correct you: "You mean Beckham, and 'that fellow' you mentioned is Alex Ferguson."

At which point you smoothly continue your story: "Ya, ya, anyway my colleague has threatened to leave the company just like Beckham left the team. And then one of my other colleagues ... blah blah blah."

Come to think of it, Beckham can be cunningly slipped into every conversation. "Darling you like my new hairstyle or not? A bit daring kan? My inspiration is Beckham, he doesn't care what anyone says, he will just try out new styles ..."

"Do you like this new sarong I bought for you? You know who elses wears sarongs? Beckham!"

"I made this new chicken dish, I call it the Beckham Fowl ..."

Anyway, back to the World Cup. Most men I know are very into football. Mild mannered most of the time, but come football season, these men transform into angry coach couches. They rant and rave over stupid referee decisions, dubious calls, disputed goals, player transfers, game tactics and so on. They can get quite red in the face during heated discussions, and sometimes I think they're about to burst some vein in the head with the amount of stress they create for themselves.

Personally, I don't get the love affair these men have with football. It's a game. I'll watch it, and sometimes yes it's very exciting, but it's still JUST A GAME. So your team won? So what? Must you go around crowing about it? So your team lost? So what? Not worth committing suicide over.

And by the way, why is it "your team"? Do you own them? Do they know you? No. Do they care about you? Only if you buy their merchandise, I guess. Otherwise, you're just a little speck of dust as far as they're concerned.

I know a few women who are just as much into football and are able to hold their own when it comes to discussions and debates. Nothing wrong with this. I notice however, that their fascination with the game ends there. They aren't members of the fan clubs, they don't salivate over the latest jerseys, bid on ebay for a ball that Thierry Henry once accidentally kicked, and so on.

I still don't get, and will probably never get, the fanaticism surrounding football. The way it turns men into slavish fans, ready to maim and kill fans of another club. Men are willing to wake up at 2 am in the morning to watch a game without complaint. But the baby crying at 2 am? That's the woman's job. Men are willing to stand up for "their" team and defend them to their very last breath. But their girlfriend/wife/sister/mother got harassed by a road bully? "Never mind lah, small matter only." Tikus at all other times, magically transformed into a lion, all because of a ball (and 22 men).

Till next time, this is Kucing Gatal signing out with a perplexed Meow.

P/S For the record, I'm supporting France in the World Cup ;)


  • I'm a male, but I'm not into football. Gee, that makes me unique, in'nit?

    By Blogger xaph, at May 22, 2006 11:58 AM  

  • I don't like it either but then again, I'm gay. :p


    By Blogger savante, at May 24, 2006 2:24 PM  

  • Go France!!! Hmm...me myself cannot explain why me love football, it comes naturally me guess...

    By Anonymous Yondaime, at May 25, 2006 6:24 AM  

  • Living in the states we don't have to worry about that too much...unless you count American football and the Superbowl.

    By Anonymous Grins, at May 27, 2006 8:09 AM  

  • Xaph: that would make you less of a male in some people's eyes. Not in mine, of course!

    Paul: Do you like any contact sport at all?

    Yondaime: It's genetically coded into most men.

    Grins: I've heard of football hooliganism in Europe, not sure if it's a problem in the US - do people brawl over "their" teams after games?

    By Blogger Kucing Gatal, at May 27, 2006 9:52 AM  

  • "But their girlfriend/wife/sister/mother got harassed by a road bully? "Never mind lah, small matter only"

    A few months back this guy was killed at petrol station in Cheras somwhere because he dared to stand up to two mat rempits who wolf whistled his girlfriend... it was in all the paper.. sorry i cant' find the online archive news.. i guess he stands up to your standard of a man...

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at May 27, 2006 3:18 PM  

  • Anonymous: I think the guy was doing the right thing standing up for his gf. It's unfortunate that our society now has people willing to kill those defending the ones they love. The mat rempits should be caught and severely punished. It makes me really mad that there are assholes out there that get away with things like this.

    By Blogger Kucing Gatal, at May 27, 2006 8:27 PM  

  • i must be the luckiest lady in the world because my man hasn't the slightest interest in football.

    but, uhm, it's ME who's the footie fanatic! and just so you know... i DO wake up at ungodly hours for a match, i DO debate about that match the very next day with fellow kepala bola's in the office, i DO drool over new jerseys, i DO get insanely upset if "my team" loses, i DO get excited at the mere thoughts of stepping on the same soil as Ronaldinho...

    why so extreme, you ask? because it's our passion. we live & breathe football because it gives us an avenue to escape from every-day stress. and "what's the biggie, it's just a game," right? well, it's the same with you ladies with shoe or bag fetishes who go totally drama over new collections, we can also say "shoes are shoes, bags are bags, what's the big deal?"

    oh, and it's "my" team, "my" player the same way women everywhere claim "my" brand for stuff like gucci, prada, stila, etc ;)

    By Blogger *CaTWoMaN*, at June 01, 2006 11:53 AM  

  • Forza Italia

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at July 28, 2006 12:42 AM  

  • men love football because they have balls. men who don't like football? most probably gay, most of the time gay.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at September 25, 2006 2:32 PM  

  • Catwoman, I think u and I can get along well. Although my respect for Ronaldinho has wavered over his emotional display in the last defeat of Barca against Chelsea (not the recent one). I totally agree with everything you say. To people like us, fashion does not count for much. I'd probably give up a versace for a chance to see my Blue boys live in action. My mood gets ugly when there's defeat. I'll lash out at stupid taunts which are not funny. I'm so much in love with Chelsea, although admittedly I don't know everything there is to know. It's not even because of the good-looking players. It's the sheer joy especially when they're playing well, and how the weight of the world seems lighter after a win. How can you explain passion?

    (PS:Glory hunters don't deserve basking in any triumph. Where's your loyalty?)

    By Anonymous yana, at October 20, 2006 3:28 PM  

  • what ever it is, if a gurl is into footie.. she gets a load of points for being sexy..

    gurls loving football for the game itself (and not just for the looks of some guy named Bekem) is just so hot...

    it's like sharifah amani playing footie in gol & gincu (but not as kaki bangku as lil miss amani la..)

    By Anonymous Kucing Jantan, at February 02, 2007 9:34 PM  

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