The Summer of 2010
Who doesn't enjoy kicking a ball around... The grandest festival of the year may be over but the buzzing noise of vuvuzelas, the 'bobbling' Jabulani balls, the intriguing predictions... Woohoo! It was incredible!! The euphoria refuses to wear off.
When I was a kid I often used to dream of conquering the local arenas, but then it used to get rain washed as soon as the monsoon pour down on the paddy field that we used to transform into a playing field during the summer, or red carded by the parents, or fowled/upsetted by the teachers/tillers.
I don't know what happened to the proposed football academy at Cuncolim, but I wish we had more football factories in Goa which makes more economic sense, if you look at the number of sport tourists they'll add to our tourism/hotel industry, than the fly-by companies that pollute/eat up our resources and disappear or get sick once the subsidy period is over.
Certainly, this World Cup has the ball hit my head and relive those stories and made me feel like what the South African president said, "I wish I was young once again so I could play football."
>> Coming to our Ami Goenkar goals: of course we scored the No. 1 goal of living Viva Goa life. We had jolly good summer by bonding together, reminiscing the good old days, rooting for our favorite teams and sometime cursing Paul the Octopus.
Regarding our second goal which is to make Goa more accessible. The maharaja, Air India, has conveyed to us that he too wants to travel direct from point to point but can’t afford to have a year-round 'holiday' to Goa since we like football are seasonal in nature -- mostly travel during the summer and the Christmas.
Anyway, like the Spaniards, we will continue to pass, pass and run with the ball up and across until we reach Goa-l.
>>> Every time the price of oil shoots up Aam Aadmi becomes more and more energy less. Here's a doga posture to help kickstart your day, or whatever?
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