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Saturday, June 29, 2013

SATURDAY NIGHT – LONELY NO MORE



 One woman’s journey into a man’s weekly ritual only  to discover 


Leicester’s Foxes shows the way to her patriotism.


On a Saturday evening, the men in my house disappear.   After many years of this happening, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to persuade them to let me join in their enthusiasm.


Picture the scene, a group of men, all eyes centered on the big screen. A live coverage of a football game is on.   The location could be in a friend’s living room, a pub, or a bar but they are all enraptured and huddled around the screen, the table strewn with half empty bottles of beer, crisps, nuts.   All of a sudden, the group get up in unison from the couch, or the bar stool and at the top of their lungs, yell, scream shout for joy.  Someone has scored a goal. 


Admonished and reprimanded for my intrusion and shouted down, “Its not just “someone”, its Man U v Man City, and Man U just scored in the last 2 minutes of the game….shhhh” Indulging in the excitement and enjoyment of a soccer enthusiast is to understand the true essence of their code of ethics, and at the top of the list is Club Loyalty.  These group of men were Man U supporters.    The excitement is electrifying even for a non football fan. 


This is where men do their bonding.  They share their beer and football stories.  They talk about charismatic players like Wayne Rooney, who gets sent off a lot for fouling and hard tackling.  Movie star looks like Beckham whose amazing talent seems to go on endlessly.  They talk of the betrayal of Tevez who switched from United to City.  How City mocked United by erecting a billboard with Tevez’s picture that said “Welcome to Manchester”.  Or how both United and City  fought hard to get Robin van Persie from Arsenal.  And in the end Van Persie chose United.


Amazingly, these rivalries or spirited nature, spill into Thailand, as soccer is a sport most Thai men are very passionate about.   These men range from Taxi drivers to college students to office managers who wear their Red Shirts with pride, boo City fans in their Blue shirts, put team stickers on their cars, can describe on just about every goal within the season.

This is not a recent phenomena.  The original Thai soccer fans were back in the eighties.   At this time Liverpool were supreme.   Ask any taxi driver from that era and he can tell you the names of that great Liverpool side.  Although there are other leagues in Europe such as La Liga (Spain) and Serie A (Italy) it is the English Premier League teams which are supported by Thais.  It is simply the best and on any given Saturday, True TV show around six games live.   This allows the supporters of Clubs other than the top four to enjoy their Saturday night at the pubs and clubs.  Teams like Newcastle United and Spurs all have lots of supporters.



The girlfriends and wives  really have no choice but to join in and enjoy the spectacle.  But please don’t expect us to shout abuse at the referees or gloat over their friends who may be on the losing side.  Ladies, after all, must show decorum and dignity. I now realize football teams are cunning and crafty and the fun is not necessary on the pitch but reveling in big Sponsor challenging stunts.  For example, last year Arsenal played City at City’s Ethihad stadium. To show their rivalry and superiority City planned to do a fly over the Ethihad stadium but due to bad Manchester weather, this was not possible.  Arsenal’s sponsors, Emirates heaved a sigh of relief.


In recent times Manchester United have always been the biggest and most successful club. Manchester City’s big money takeover by the Arabs in the 2008/2009 season, ploughed an absolute fortune into the club to bring the best players in the World into the club and to improve the facilities.   But season 2011/2012 has seen Dutch striker, Van Persie leading the list of the Premier League’s top goal scorers and has spearheaded United’s bid to reclaim their domestic league title.

The men disdainfully asked what team I supported knowing full well of my two hour initiation into the game. With a little help from few patient souls, my strong Thai patriotism took hold and although not in the Premier league, Leicester City at King Power Stadium in the Championship League is where I put my heart.   Nigel Person, having managed Hull City before, now heads the team and they have my full support to scream and shout for them to get into the Premier League wearing my blue and whites.


Thursday, June 27, 2013

MILANESE MEN




Milano and all its glories.....
There was Alberto, Alfonso, Maurizio, Hugo, Nino,  allora……




and then there was Davide pronounced 
Da-veed.


Michaelangelo could easily have sculptured Davide.  He was spotted at Roberto Cavalli's night club  -  
Just Cavalli in Parco Sempione,







an exclusive club styled by the fashion Guru.   Davide, the perfect Adonis, with ripped muscle, tall, handsome, curly dark brown hair, misty blue eyes with a Mediterranean tan that every now and again uttered  beautiful Italian.  But as with all Godly things bestowed, Davide was missing an element or two, and here comes the Italian myth that explains it all.

The Italian Goddess Pertunda, the God of  Sexual desires was seen arguing with Goddess Carmen, the Goddess of casting spells.  Pertunda and Carmen after much deliberation decided that Davide had in the end too much of  physical beauty, his brain should be left unaided, therefore after a day or two, I needed Hugo.


Hugo, voracious in the arts, history and architecture was bequeathed with vast brain power that could light up the Lombardi skies.   Unfortunately a little older than Davide, less hair but still exquisite with playful Italian eyes had me ingesting volumes of information on the Duomo.

Magnificent in structure, brilliant in design, it took almost six centuries for the Duomo  to be complete.   As we sipped chianti in the Cathedral Square, he continued to lecture on 15th Century Italian history.  


In the afternoon, Hugo  would move to Peck’s, the bistro, tea place in Via Spadari.   Walls lined with hundreds of varieties of tea, honey, jams offers even more wonderful selections of roast veal, risottos, prochetta, salads, basically like Harrods Food Hall, the cornucopia of delicacies.   



As an art professor, Hugo was not flushed with Euros, so I bypassed Cracco-Peck Via Victor Hugò, which had traditional and creative cuisine but at ridiculous prices.

Thursday afternoon, it was definitely a walk along Via Montenapoleone, turning towards Via Manzoni, where Nino accompanied me.  

A Peacock in full spread best describes Nino.  

In his sixties with not an ounce of fat on him, erect body, crisp white linen shirt with sleeves slightly rolled up revealing a gold Patek Philippe watch.   Black leather pants with matching leather jacket slung over his shoulder.  A very discreet Armani scarf casually tied around his neck, exposing tufts of chest hair.   He, on the other hand, had plenty of Euros and was enjoying the splash he was about to engage  with me and my other Italian friend.  



Dropping in to the oldest (opened in 1817)  patiserrie in Milano is Caffee Cova on Via Montenapoleone .  Nino ordered a feast of cakes and pastries before our expedition to Via della Spiga










Lets just say Via della Spiga is retail therapy volume turned to the max.  Everything was stylish, beautifully crafted and classy.  

Nino only possessed one card, The Black Amex – ridiculous how that glossy black plastic can command such respect.  

Whilst we burned his card, he sat patiently at Dolce & Gabbana’s café simply nursing an aperitif.



Weekend released the illusive Alfonso, who decided it was in Lake Como that we would have our pasta and some delicious gelati.  

Picture postcard with cobbled streets, artists painting, lovers dining alfresco, it was all so twee until a fight broke out between two boys.  A lot of vaffanculo and figlio di puttana  abuse being hurled at one another.  A little Latin at school would enable anyone to deduce its meaning.     One can only speculate that the good looking boy got the girl.

Such passion......
By the time you swear you're his,
 Shivering and sighing.
                                                                                 And he vows his passion is,
Infinite, undying.
Lady make note of this --One of you is lying. 
                                                                                                                                               ― Dorothy Parker