Dad is a football junkie. And me, his favourite son (okay...better not let Tom hears this) is a football junkie too.
Yesterday, Friday June 11, was the start of the current season. Dad took us (not just me, Mama and Angelina tagged along too) to Darling Harbour. While we can be more comfortable at home watching the digital TV (with the heater on, of course), Dad wanted us to be part of the football fanaticism in Sydney.
Sydney has been chosen as one of six cities officially sanctioned by FIFA to host the International FanFest 2010. The city erected humongous screens that shows all games for the entire tournament. There are three such screens at Cockle Bay and one at Tumbalong Park. I'm not sure what the other cities are, Rio de Janeiro among them, I think. I'm just a cat, okay... don't expect me to know everything.
Anyway, the initial plan was to take the train from home and walk or take the tram from Central. Last minute, Mama and Dad decided to drive, parked the car in Chinatown and then took the tram to the harbour. We were early and managed to get good seats. The girls (Mama and Angelina) sat down most of the time while Dad and I went round making friends and taking pictures. I don't know enough words to describe the atmosphere so I'll do it with pictures instead.
Brad the handsome all rugged up for the night. That's the Socceroo long scarf I'm wearing. We got that from the Sunday Herald newspaper at just $2 a piece.
Mama was trying to read the event flyer in the dark. Not enough lighting from that giant ball.
The early crowd in front of the floating stage cum big screen. I love those flag balloons.
Mama bought this small Zakumi for me.
The real deal - Zakumi the mascot. He enticed all my lady admirers....can't compete with him as he's way bigger in size than me.
The presence of the uniformed guys was greatly felt - we need them to control the crowd.
A touch of native Australia at the opening ceremony.
Fireworks after the live from Jo'burg opening ceremony.
The crowd gets larger as the first game between RSA and Mexico was about to start.
Mama wouldn't buy those Socceroo cap cum wig for me.
The Mexico fans came in the team colours, ready for the match against RSA.
Man, I was really thrilled that Mama and Dad took us out to the harbour, albeit on a very cold night...it was 8 degrees Celcius. It was fun fun fun and exhilarating. Once we went back home, the euphoria continued with some Magnum ice creams (oohhh...I love you Dad!) and more games on TV - till the wee hours of the morning.
Woohoo! I have another 29 days to go. Angelina decides that football is not her "thing" and will hibernate the rest of winter. Fine. I'll take over. har har har *evil laughs*