The Incident of the Blundering Blogger

Saturday, December 03, 2005

Anyone for football?

Actually, you guys are bloody lucky to still find me here. Yesterday, I went to watch the semi-finals of the IFA shield between Bayern Munich reserve squad and Mohammedan Sporting. Good ol' JR, Bhoot, Wiz of Az, a friend of his and I were the few enthusiastic losers who went to watch the game. Every time Mohammedan got the ball in the Bayern half (which, thankfully, was only five or six times in the entire game) some wise guy or the other would start a bomb-bursting spree. Let me give you a piece of advice. If you ever visit the Salt Lake Stadium, keep an umbrella handy. Two of those bombs burst within feets of us and the very fact that we were able to survive the first half still amazes me to no end! Wish we had one to cover our heads! By the second half, we had put our tail between our legs and moved our butts halfway across the stadium to a relatively bomb-free area. With our faith in the Kolkata Police we voiced our Bayern chants (though there was the occassional lungie-clad individual who would come, stare at us as if to remember our faces, and then walk away quietly). The game wasn't that great. Actually, it was pretty lousy. By far the most interesting guy on the field (well what's in a couple of feet?) was the Mohameddan physio. Everytime a player got injured (or practised for the 2006 Oscars) this physio dude would run on to the field with a bottle of water and a plastic packet containing borolene. Obviously, the bottle of water never reached the injured (or faking) player, as it got nabbed by someone or the other in between. The physio dude would bend down (the stretcher was brought and placed strategically so that we couldn't see what was going on behind the screen) and then there would be some vigorous movement. The next thing you know - the player is up on his feet and flying around like superman. What went on behind the screen? Your guess is as good as mine.


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    "What went on behind the screen? Your guess is as good as mine." - Was 'someone' blaming ME for having a dirty mind??

    By Blogger Insiya, at 12:29 PM  

  • Noooooooooh!! Not fair!! * Wildly throwing arms around & bawling like a two year old* U'v hijacked the topic for what would have been my brilliantly funny next post that would have surprised bloggers all around the world...then perhaps i wud hav had a few more readers!....Why you little...(Making extremely threatning gestures!)

    I'll never forget the physio (or was it really PB o ??)dude in action. LOL

    By Blogger ziggetyzoo, at 2:05 PM  

  • Good ol' JR (ha ha), it wasn't good ol' PB, it was Dr.Strangelove (or how I learned to stop worrying and love the injuries)

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 9:54 PM  

  • @ ziggetyzoo: "Making extremely threatning gestures!)" - Taking Chappell classes lately?

    By Blogger bilu, at 1:33 PM  

  • Dr. why didn't i think bout dat...'Bhoot' u'v said it best!!!!

    By Blogger ziggetyzoo, at 10:43 PM  

  • I went to salt Lake Stadium to watch a East Bengal-Mohonbagan match once. It was HORRIFIC, I'm still not over it.

    By Blogger Srin, at 8:48 PM  

  • @Srin: It's the experience of a life-time. Your carry it with you till you get buried, cremated, chopped-into-little-pieces-and-fed-to-vultures etc. BTW, hope you had an umbrella. Always carry an umbrella!

    By Blogger bilu, at 10:29 AM  

  • I hate this. They throw bombs and not a single one of them managed to hit you! How did you know that the physio's packet contained borolene anyway?? Seems to me that you two know each other pretty well.. ;-)

    By Blogger Lancelot, at 9:09 PM  

  • Hmm...btw...this is to confirm that myself and aneelirh were not...and I repeat...we not in the VIP section during this particular match...those we holograms my friend!

    Oh...went for the finals with my dad...we sneaked in for free into the VIP section! Brilliant match...though I was nearly beaten up along with the Germans for chanting Bayern.

    By Blogger Phõéníx, at 12:55 AM  

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