My friends storm into my house shying away from the lazy Sunday evening drizzles. "we are going to be late. Godspeed my guy, Godspeed." He is adorned in his famous Brazil football team jersey, a scarf of the same, and a cap to complete the famous 'samba boy' look. I glare in surprise before he snaps me out of the moment. I jump out of my bed, grab a sweater and boots, we are good to go.
"Switzerland will face the music today," he frenzies. It is the third day of the FIFA World Cup finals and his team Brazil are curtain-closing the days games against Switzerland. His phone rings for a couple of minutes before he removes it out of the pocket and returns it back, unanswered. The phone rings again, this time he growls and decides to switch it off.