Shattered Dream

Dream 2010 ended abruptly. Rueful misses, sloppy defenses were just the ingredients to wake us up from the dream.

The return to the National Stadium is one of nostalgia. Four years ago, it was the place that I have to go every weekend, and have almost crawled to every corner of the stadium. This time returning as a spectator.

The first chance fall to the home side, and was squandered easily by putting within reach of the opposite goalie. That's the premonition that things won't go well. Chances that come along the way were also wasted and in the end the home side left the stadium empty-handed.

Luckily, there was a little chatterbox among the group that makes the lull of the match more interesting. It's always nice having someone to pick on and engage in witty chats once in a while, and who can be more imaginative than kids.

After leaving the stadium, I gave it one last look from the outside and think "when will they tear down the place, wasn't there a party to officially close down the stadium already?".