The thing about fallen

Once again, i witness another casualty of the game.. the beautiful game, i shall not comment on the clash, nor do i doubt there was any malicious intent.. however, what disappoints me is the aftermath of the injury..

Yes, i'm disappointed, not angry, not upset, not unhappy.. just disappointed.. when a player, a friend, an opponent lays fallen on the court, is there no basic respect for the wounded? The injury might have appeared insignificant to some, but those who were really there for him could easily understand the extent of the injury, that uncontrollable tremble of the body when pain burns throughout, that pain that drives people speechless.. no word needs to be spoken, it can be felt..

yet, some metres away from the fallen, there stand a guy(not man to me).. just a guy, perharps a boy, who decided that taking practise penalty is more important, that perharps continuning the game in the shortest interval is more relevant..

so where's the compassion for a friend? no one needs love from him, but at least be sensible enough to stop the ball and wait while the main party help the fallen move out of the court..

maybe i have indeed mellowed with age that i no longer speak out the undesirable words to scorn the earth.. but somehow i feel that one day, just one fine day, that the avatar within me will rise

enough's said, just hope for an speedy recovery for the friend..





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