Favorite Comebacks & Football Fan Husband
Today is the First Tears Day celebrations.
John is sitting and watching a live football match.
Anita, inside the room, is feeling anxious as he is absorbed in the game.
A big day for them.
It is the day when he agreed to ‘We can think about marriage’ and she cried those tears.
There is a Calendar of Anniversaries hanging in the living room.
There are no twelve months, no usual number of days, and no digits to signify the days in the calendar.
There are occasions listed on the calendar. 8 months. 8 unique occasions. 8 events.
The doorbell rings.
John walks up to the door.
He picks up the delivery.
The commentator shouts goal.
His team has scored.
They have leveled the game in the last quarter of the game.
He screamed in joy.
He jumped.
There he tossed the cake in the air.
(He slips into the couch. He has no qualms he has spilled the cake. He is in the hallelujah state)
Anita knows that he has a trait he picked from his football club where they leave everything to the last 10 minutes. They draw this enormous hunger to put everything in the last dying minutes. And this comes after spending the whole day doing the other things and taking a stroll in the field for 60-70 minutes.
I hate this favorite comeback theory in the last 10 minutes or so.
He won’t leave the couch till they score, or win, celebrate in the locker room, take a shower, and enter with gifts and chocolates and cakes.
I am getting fed up with these celebrations.
Why can’t he normalize the celebrations like any other day?
I have a total of 8 days.
He has a whole season of 8-9 months and the European games.
You can’t watch every game like it is an occasion.
John, and millions of fans like him, are spread in molecules everywhere.
He is, here, in the house.
He is in the stadium in a spiritual context.
The tension is mounting in the stadium and at home.
Anita has lined up his favorite football collection on the bed.
These are player figurines, official jerseys, and exclusive sneakers.
She has brought a pair of scissors next to the jersey.
Tied a firecracker to the figurine to blow it up. A stopwatch is lying next to it.
She has spray cans to demolish his line of football sneakers.
There is another doorbell.
He walks in again towards it.
It is like a deja vu.
It happened again.
They scored.
His team did it.
His manager does it in totality.
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The manager has a freaking understanding of the game.
He doesn’t mess things up on purpose when they have time.
There are moments when the team can finish the game in advance.
They don’t do it.
They wait for the last 10 minutes, 60 seconds, or added injury time in the allotted extra time.
The 10-minute is a deal breaker,
It sends something out of them, out of their bodies.
An out-of-body kind of confidence.
There is something about a sense of urgency in the game of football.
They don’t lose in the last dying minutes.
John picked up the delivery.
There was another goal scored.
His team won.
Anita wasn’t sure what happened here.
The floor was clean.
He was taking a shower.
The doorbell rang.
And it was like he was celebrating it.
John is holding the cake and the gift in his hands.
She walks up to him and hugs him.
They are arms in arms, hugging one another.
John looks at the cabinet.
The figurines are intact.
The jerseys are hanging in the cupboard.
His sneakers are proudly kept on the rack.
When John picked up the delivery the second time.
He wasn’t expecting it.
It was an order he placed the second time knowing the first cake would only take us there.
He placed it three minutes right after it.
He placed an order for the cake to celebrate the second goal and if not, the Happy Tears Day was there.
Did he really have that much patience not to celebrate the goal with the cake (second cake)?
The first goal and the cake celebration was the rush of a player.
He acted and thought like his manager the second time.
He was thinking of Anita as one of his players.
He wants them aka Anita to keep on believing.
Anita knows something is weird about it.
I mean I didn’t hear him shout in ecstasy, throw the cake, and take less time in the shower to spend more time in front of the television.
John knows the secret.
As a husband, he has the role of a player.
As a family, he has the title of a manager.
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(I followed Manchester United and witnessed some of the dramatic comebacks under Sir Alex Ferguson. Anybody who follows football, the Premier League in particular, has a memory of it. Then, came the quick commerce and its boom. The two things collided in the form of this post.)
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