Decidedly, a bookworm who loves life and has been blessed with a warm quirky family in a quintessential country
dimanche, août 14, 2011
I feel for Chong Wei
Lee Chong Wei.
We were there with him every step of the way. At our kitchen table. I couldn't breathe at times.
He clawed his way forward with every stroke, smash and net play (quite dangerously).
And yet it was not meant to be.
The nets did not favour us. The referees were tense and weren't sure whether the shuttle was in or out.If we felt bad and disappointed, the national shuttler must have felt a thousand times worst. I can't imagine how that must feel for we were so crestfallen when Lin Dan threw his shirt off in joyous abandon. I felt at that moment, I could be wrong.
For Lin Dan, it was personal. For Chong Wei, it was the pride of the country riding on him. And he bore it with a sense of responsibility so profound.
Chong Wei was a worthy opponent, no doubt. It was a fierce battle between the dragon and the tiger. But in my heart, Chong Wei won the ultimate prize. Adoration from 28 million fans. For though he lost, the nation today is clearly behind him. We feel his pain. We urge him on.
We do not forsake him.
As he did not forsake us.
One game. One vision. One Malaysia.
P/S Congratulations Nicole David. And hurrah for Asyraf Haziq who kept his composure better than some double or triple his age when addressed by foreign media.