I haven’t caught any of the matches so far.

The last time I watched was with my dad in 2006. Four years ago.

And this year, I have been wanting to watch the world cup matches very badly, but I haven’t got my ass down on the sofa to watch even one.

Then I just realised something.

I watched the world cup not because I was a hard-core fan of any countries (although I root for Germany secretly).

I watched the world cup with my dad because I wanted to spend some time with him.

And the reason why there is this desire of watching the world cup is yet again similar.

I just wanted to relish the moment of watching the matches with him, as though time transportation was possible. Perhaps in my own imagination.

I miss watching the world cup with my dad.