Go Team Singapore

I got a little teary when I saw this huge picture of the Singapore peddlars in the Straits Times last week.



Last week, I caught the Table Tennis Girls Team's match up between Singapore and South Korea. All eyes were on Li Jia Wei, Wang Yue Gu and Fang Tian Wei. If they were to win this team event, we would be secured with at least a Silver, breaking Singapore's 48 year drought in Olympic medals.

This year’s National Day’s theme was the Singapore Spirit.

Coincidentally, while watching the games, I found myself full of Singaporean pride. No doubt, the team was made up of foreign export talent. But they have been cultivated on our soils and they are fighting to win in our honour. They chose to represent our flag, our colours and our people, not anyone else's. What more can you ask for?

Watching the game was just a heart stopping 3 hours for me.

I could feel my pulse racing through every inch of my bones. I would seeth in anger when we lose a point. Thrust my fist into the air and jump out of my seats when we gain a point against the Koreans. Watching the faces of our players (Li Jia Wei and Wang Yue Gu) as they lost their individual matches, I couldn’t help myself but feel the utmost sympathy and this intolerable heart wrenching agony. They had tried so hard, but it still wasn’t enough. The pressure must have been intense for both of them since the peddlars seemed to be Singapore’s only hope for the Olympics.

It was just a mind blowing experience. Didn’t know I could get so emotionally attached to a game. (Apart from the World Cup several years ago, when I betted. Lol.) The sudden rush of these emotions were just strangely foreign and yet supremely comforting to know. It was my newfound patriotism. My renewed love for my Singapore.

Go Team Singapore!


Cheers,
Rich