I just turned off the game, my eyelids are twitching but my brain is still excited. I stayed up all night again... I promised to play for half an hour before going to sleep, but when I looked up, it was already dawn. This is probably the magic of football games.
I just wanted to play two games last night, but once I got started I couldn't stop. Do you know that feeling? He was obviously very sleepy, but when he saw Messi getting the ball in the midfield and Cristiano Ronaldo waiting for a cross in the penalty area, his fingers just kept pressing down. The moment Marseille spun past, everyone was awake.
There is something in particular that I want to share. At about two o'clock in the morning, I used Zidane to score a volley that was like a fairy from heaven, and the ball hit the blind spot and hit the net. I almost shouted out, but I remembered my roommate was sleeping and held it in. As a result, I covered my mouth and shook on the chair for half a minute. That kind of excitement is more effective than drinking ten cans of Red Bull.
Then I started to miss the time when I was a kid watching football. The player pool of the golden generation is too complete, including Ronaldo, an alien. When I used him to dribble the ball forward, I suddenly remembered that in the summer of 2004, I was holding half a watermelon in front of the TV to watch his extraordinary performance. I didn't know anything about tactics at that time, I just knew that scoring a goal was really nice. Now that I can control the stars in these memories in the game, it feels like I have traveled back in time to watch football with myself as a child.
But there is a danger in staying up late playing this game, that is, tiki-taka is too hypnotic. In the early morning, my eyelids were so heavy that I could barely keep them open, but I couldn't bear to put down my phone. Once I passed the ball in a row in a daze. After more than ten passes, I didn't miss it and passed it directly to the door. When I'm awake, I can't play this kind of dreamy coordination. Maybe this is the metaphysics of night owls.
Okay, let's not talk anymore, the birds are chirping outside the window... It's time for me to go to sleep. But I know that tonight I will still hold my phone and continue my late-night journey on the green field. After all, only night owls understand this kind of exclusive happiness. Have you ever stayed up all night watching a football game? Let's chat in the comment area and let me know that I'm not fighting alone🌙