the atmosphere was incredible. i sat there amidst the rowdy crowd ready to bring the stadium down. i wasn't rooting for my country. call me a traitor. i was just there to watch a good soccer match. the fans were the catalyst, giving the energy flowing from the players on the pitch.

down with the flu. coughing my lungs out. my throat aches from the sore.

i scream and yell. i couldn't care less what it will do to my throat. i was having a blast. it was great feeling to be a part of a crowd like this. flags being waved. dancing fans. even if it meant, i was one of the spectators and nothing more.

i feel like i'm being suffocated. robbed from my right to speak. my voice. the little sound that i hear everytime i open my mouth to speak. my throat is hurting badly.

it's silly what we put ourselves through just for a bit of fun. a little entertainment. even if it means jeopardising your health. it was worth it.