INTERVIEW WITH WORLD CUP!
Me: "Now, due to only few still stands here, I guessed that it would be easier, or harder. So I must call one of them. Tell me the lasts."
…with my permission, they tried to find out how many nations last. But they did not tell yet, right, to defend their results first…
…but not this time. The day to World Cup was not far anymore. So I'd to hurry…
Me: "Well?"
Spectators: "We knew that only five nations left."
Me: "Good. Tell me their names."
…but not all of them was right. They always failed, just to my interview. So, I thought about it…
Me: "Okay okay! Stop. Now let me answer five nations left. You don't know how many, do you?"
…the fans nodded. So I began my job…
Me: "They're: Portugal, Colombia, Honduras, Iran and Brazil."
Spectators: "Oh…"
…they were surprised. Even one of them said that they only remembered Brazil as one of them. So, with just only five nations, whom I should call first? Hah…
Me: "Alright alright. Now… let's check on. One, two, three. Turn on!"
…they started using light to show toward everyone in the stand. The lasts. Might be a least…
Colombia: "Well… should be me…"
Portugal: "CR7, CR7,…"
Iran: "Ayah… Allah…"
Honduras: "Geez…"
…then, after turned circle for a minute, it stopped. Now, it would be…
Me: "The light was stopped in…"
…and it was stopped. Stopped to…
…a gun? A Swiss gun…
Me: "Switzerland? Again?"
…the room was under darkness, so I've to lighten all. Suddenly…
…it showed the real person. A man of Hispanic descent, living in the South of America…
Me: "Colombia?"
…with his FARC uniform, I would know him. So… that was Colombia, the man of World Cup…
Colombia: "Hello everybody!"
…they welcomed Colombia. I knew Colombia too. But unfortunately, the black history of Colombian soccer in 1994 (Andrés Escobar's own goal during the match between Alfred and Colombia had made the reason of the murder of Escobar) made me more afraid then him, especially Colombia is one of the most-drug selling nations in the world, with Mexico, Honduras, Panama, Venezuela, Ecuador, or even… North Korea…
…I still remembered it. So in this World Cup, Colombia must be the main attentions…
Me: "Hi Colombia."
Colombia: "Thank you. I'll sit down right now."
Me: "Wow wow wow…"
America: "Well… you should calm Colombia first…"
Me: "I know, Alfred."
…thanked Alfred for saying, but I did not need it now. The situation I could say it was silence, and nothing was speech now. Then, Colombia's cold-hearted style sat down…
Colombia: "Well, what did you want for?"
Me: "Huh huh… please don't scare me…"
Colombia: "No one will do that. I can forgive. It just… I could never forgive to those cartels."
Me: "You need Crayon Shin-chan."
Colombia: "Crayon Shin-chan?"
Me: "A Japanese fun manga, written by deceased author Yoshito Usui."
Colombia: "No, I'm not interested much with Japanese manga. I've a close tie with America more than Kiku. And Alfred… well, he read Japanese manga, but limited."
Me: "Hhhmmm… seems like Alfred-Kiku alliance had needed more anime."
…spectators laughed. Even Japan also laughed too. But what now? I was having a job with Bogota and I did not wanna miss it…
Me: "Colombie, it's alright. Now, you can turn to your World Cup qualifying results."
Colombia: "Mine?"
Me: "Everyone must tell it. After the Belgian incident, I've prepared carefully. Go on, Colombia. Don't be so sad man…"
Colombia: "I'm not sad. I'm just… just feeling like… haizz… what' ever."
Me: "We respect you. Now, Bogota, tell your story began."
Colombia: "Hhhmmm…"
…I and Colombia did not say much, so the show was silence. Everything was breezing for one minute…
…and I must prepare more…
Colombia: "Alright. Follow me to the COMMEBOL."
…yeah. That was Colombia I'd seen…
Colombia: "People, now I shall start my campaign. First, I didn't begin in the matchday 1. Matchday 2 was my beginning: La Paz. I beat Bolivia 2-1."
Me: "Yeah…"
Colombia: "But in Barranquilla, my town, I met my old brother Venezuela. I lost my chance to win when I draw him 1-1. My next match, I gained a humiliating 1-2 defeat right again in my home because of Argentina. But I defeated Peru in Lima 1-0, later. And I continued by a 0-1 defeat in Quito. Damn I'd had an unbelievable story."
Me: "Okay…"
Colombia: "But it did not matter at all. I'd returned: I smashed Uruguay 4-0 at home; beat Chile 1-3 in Santiago; and again, in my beautiful Barranquilla, I killed Paraguay 2-0."
Me: "Hhhhh…"
…I was very afraid…
…but I must calm…
Me: "Alright. Continue please."
Colombia: "In my next matchdays, I gained a 5-0 thrash over Bolivia at home, until I was beaten down by Venezuela 0-1. In Buenos Aires, I draw Argentina 0-0; and then I strengthened my power by a 2-0 win over Peru in my home."
Me: "Wow…"
Colombia: "And also in Estadio Metropolitano Roberto Meléndez, I blew Ecuador 1-0; but in Montevideo, Uruguay smashed me 2-0. So in my two last matches, I used every source to qualify: I draw Chile 3-3 in Barranquilla, and finally seized a 2-1 win in Asunción, Paraguay over the host. I passed like that."
…everyone shared the same idea that they had to suffer a dangerous qualification. They agreed with Col…
Me: "I feel like you have to suffer the deadliest racing in South America. But that's okay, because you'd qualified."
Colombia: "I hope I could do better. But I must focus on the battle of World Cup."
Me: "I know. So… do you know Shakira?"
Colombia: "Uhh… she is hot. I knew that she was born in my home stadium Barranquilla."
Me: "Well, did you hear that Shakira made a prank on Pique by a letter. She wrote a few, but made Pique failed to understand."
Colombia: "Hahaha…"
Me: "Here. Take a look."
…I gave Shakira's letter to Colombia. Colombia believed that it was a Spanish prank, but when he saw again…
…it was in…
Colombia: "ARABIC?"
…Shakira is a Colombian singer of Lebanese descent. So that was the reason…
"عزيزي بيكي
إذا كان يمكنك ترجمة هذه الرسالة، اتصل بي
الحب
شاكيرا"
…I invited Lebanon, who had close relations with Latin Americans, to translate it. She, Lebanon, talked immediately…
Lebanon: "Dear Piqué
If you can translate this letter, call me
Love
Shakira"
…and all laughed. Definitely Colombia would not be happy…
Colombia: "Why did she joke her love by Arabic?"
Me: "Don't worry. Thomas Edward Lawrence also made a lot of Arabic pranks than Shakira Isabel Mebarak Ripoll."
England: "I think T. E. Lawrence should compare with S. I. M. Ripoll. Sadly Lawrence'd gone."
Lebanon: "Haha…"
Colombia: "Don't judge me. It's not funny at all. She wanna be a Muslim? Man, prank in Spanish, please. I do love the girl but she needs to respect her boyfriend."
Me: "Okay okay. Now back to your business. What have you got in your national team?"
Colombia: "Mine? I've got Radamel Falcao, Faryd Mondragón, David Ospina, Edwin Valencia, Pablo Armero, Fredy Guarín, Cristián Zapata, Mario Yepes, Luis Muriel, and else… I'm ready for any challenges."
Me: "You must be proud of yourself."
Colombia: "No no, it is my pride. Along with Carlos Valderrama and Arnoldo Iguarán, we shall create the Golden team of Colombia."
Me: "You know Carlos and Arnoldo didn't play anymore?"
Colombia: "I forgot. Still, I won't let it down. I would kill anyone who tries to stop my steps."
Me: "Don't say kill, say you crush them!"
Colombia: "Sorry sorry."
Me: "Well, you should know your place."
Colombia: "I know. Group C, with Greece, Japan and Ivory Coast."
Me: "Japan has Honda, Kawashima, Hasebe, Kagawa, Okazaki, Zaccheroni; Greece has Gekas, Karagounis, Papastathopoulos, Samaras, Salpingidis, Mitroglou, Katsouranis, Holebas, Santos; Ivory Coast has Drogba, Barry, the Touré brothers, Traoré, Doumbia, Tioté, Lamouchi. They won't let you pass, Colombia."
Colombia: "Pass through my body first, man. I must take the first place."
Me: "It's shocking me. Japan has bushido, Greece got Zeus, Ivory Coast has an elephant army. Can you still be confident to play?"
Colombia: "I'll challenge them all. Nothing to fear, and I'm going to seize the quarter-final."
Me: "Well… show me."
Colombia: "I'll, and I'm going to do."
…Colombia giggled like an evil face, then, he bowed his head, said goodbye and moved…
Me: "Oh dear…"
