the score read 2:2.
how nerve-wrecking. to any sportsman who has encountered such situations be it any sports would realise the magnitude of it. the euphoria that awaits; the nervousness that encapsulates; the deafening silence to overcome from within; the patience to triumph; the will to fight; the will.
watching the table tennis semi finals in hall tv lounge, i rooted for singapore firmly. correction, team singapore to be precise. cynicism aside, to any sportsman, it is absolutely phenomenal to see the fighting spirit and the determination to get win displayed by the singapore females table tennis team. you would be proud of them - proud of them as individuals and as sportsmen who displayed the character and verve that describes sport.
perhaps this is the first time i would root for singapore wholeheartedly. and of course, of the many others who would root for singapore too. not for love, but for the understanding that our flag can be firmly placed on the world map. it translates to personal pride that has always evolved through our indoctrination that we are an extremely small country - a small little red dot to cite specific reference that we have been brainwashed to undertake - and hence anything that places us on the world map is worth celebration.
do we care who did it?
to be precise, sunday's finals would be China vs China. like oh yea, all over again.
yet it is clear which side we would support - the team that dons the red jersey and brings back the flag which stamps on the others.
sitting in school today watching the match, my allegiance and support never wavered. the excitement and the tears that have came for the win cannot be understated.
it was clear that amongst the cynicism, for today, i wore the red jersey and supported team singapore for what they achieved. for their sportsmanship. for their display.
on any other day of course, team singapore does not exist in my dictionary.
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