I saw how high Ni jumped (just like us dogs when we won the bone) when the Brazilian team won the Gold Cup in 1994. And I also witnessed how sad Ni was the day her beloved team lost to France four years later.
She didn't eat for a day, didn't sleep for three days, and cried for a week straight. She calls Zidane an obnoxious bald guy, Aimé Jacquet a crazy old man.
Her father said:
- Eat a piece.
She shook her head.
Her mother begged:
- Get some sleep, baby.
She shook her head.
Before the final match, every morning, her father and her attentively read sports newspapers.
After the final match, her father slept with pillows and blankets right by the door, blocked all the early newspapers from slipping through the opening in the early morning, read quickly and then crumpled them into a ball of paper and throw it all in the trash.
Her father couldn't bear to let her see articles praising the enemy and coronation pictures of the championship team.
But I didn't have time to pull those round newspapers out of the trash to play, she picked them up.
After returning home from work at noon, her father was stunned to see her sitting engrossed in front of crumpled newspapers.
Her father doesn't know, but I do: in sports, love always prevails over hatred.
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HumorA story based on a dog's point of view? This gentle and profound story will bring you moments of relaxation and entertainment after stressful hours. For all ages. Try reading it? Author: Nguyễn Nhật Ánh Interpreters: Harumei_Nguyen (me) Please don't...
