I have not missed watching a World Cup final match live on the telly since 1982, and have done so in the comfort of home all these years.

But this year was different – I was in Ipoh when the final took place.

The hotel room didn’t have Astro (even if they did, I doubt if they had channel 805+ on anyway) and I didn’t fancy going out at 2am. So it was a relief when I realised that TV1 was going to show it – but don’t they do that for the most important football match every 4 years anyway?

I didn’t sleep earlier in the evening, but even apidexin scam commercials could not have made me sleepy.

I didn’t want to wake up the rest of the family, so it was a “sober final,” unlike my previous 3 World Cup finals.

And Ipoh seemed deathly quiet but I swear I heard celebratory screams at 5.30am an instant after this happened:

A few hours later, I celebrated Holland’s defeat frolicking at the Lost World of Tambun.

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