The Days We Kicked
Looking forward earnestly to the France vs. Italy final of the World Cup, I am posting an earlier article our premier writer classmate Yau Lop Poon sent us reminiscing the playing of the little red plastic ball in the old days, which, to many, was just as indulgent as watching the World Cup is to us today.
初中歲月的絕響 /邱立本
接到老同學莫國欽的電話﹐談到當年在銀禧中學念初中的情景﹐不禁憶起昔日踢「膠波仔」的往事。
那時候下課﹐就會在九龍塘附近踢球。踢的是一個紅色的膠球﹐比正式的足球小一點﹐也更輕盈﹐但卻更有利盤球。龍門往往就是用下課的書包築成﹐我們就在這個小天地踢自己的足球﹐幻想自己總有一天會變成球王比利。
我們誰也沒有變成球王。但這個紅色的膠球卻成為我們記憶中的重要意象﹐那小小紅球﹐不但是六十年代塑膠製品崛起的象徵﹐也代表這種新產品所帶來的經濟動力與希望。紅色的膠球很便宜﹐但折舊率也很高﹐因為打了不久﹐就會漏了氣﹐變成扁扁的沒有彈性﹐不能再用﹐而必須再買新的。
我們在初中歲月踢了很多場刺激緊張的球賽﹐也不知打扁了多少個紅色的膠球﹐也鑄造了一段深刻的情誼。幾十年後﹐大家回憶這段特別的日子﹐發現我們這特別的遊戲已經成為時代的絕響﹐因為今天的初中生﹐不會再玩這種遊戲。他們沈迷在電腦虛擬遊戲中﹐忘卻了現實世界的汗水與淚水。
In sending the article , Yau Lop Poon remarked, “This is the piece I wrote on the column of "World Journal" in North America. It was published on April 15, 2006, coincided with the reunion we had in New York. What an affinity . It recorded the days we were, if not the days we kicked, kicking off a brave new world in the years to come.”
In response, Mok Kwok Yum enquired, “Are you sure we couldn't get hold of a red, plastic ball anymore? Otherwise, we could at least play one more game on the BHJS playground in next year's reunion, perhaps as a gesture--futile, no doubt--of trying to hold back our fading youth...”
初中歲月的絕響 /邱立本
接到老同學莫國欽的電話﹐談到當年在銀禧中學念初中的情景﹐不禁憶起昔日踢「膠波仔」的往事。
那時候下課﹐就會在九龍塘附近踢球。踢的是一個紅色的膠球﹐比正式的足球小一點﹐也更輕盈﹐但卻更有利盤球。龍門往往就是用下課的書包築成﹐我們就在這個小天地踢自己的足球﹐幻想自己總有一天會變成球王比利。
我們誰也沒有變成球王。但這個紅色的膠球卻成為我們記憶中的重要意象﹐那小小紅球﹐不但是六十年代塑膠製品崛起的象徵﹐也代表這種新產品所帶來的經濟動力與希望。紅色的膠球很便宜﹐但折舊率也很高﹐因為打了不久﹐就會漏了氣﹐變成扁扁的沒有彈性﹐不能再用﹐而必須再買新的。
我們在初中歲月踢了很多場刺激緊張的球賽﹐也不知打扁了多少個紅色的膠球﹐也鑄造了一段深刻的情誼。幾十年後﹐大家回憶這段特別的日子﹐發現我們這特別的遊戲已經成為時代的絕響﹐因為今天的初中生﹐不會再玩這種遊戲。他們沈迷在電腦虛擬遊戲中﹐忘卻了現實世界的汗水與淚水。
In sending the article , Yau Lop Poon remarked, “This is the piece I wrote on the column of "World Journal" in North America. It was published on April 15, 2006, coincided with the reunion we had in New York. What an affinity . It recorded the days we were, if not the days we kicked, kicking off a brave new world in the years to come.”
In response, Mok Kwok Yum enquired, “Are you sure we couldn't get hold of a red, plastic ball anymore? Otherwise, we could at least play one more game on the BHJS playground in next year's reunion, perhaps as a gesture--futile, no doubt--of trying to hold back our fading youth...”
posted by Kwong Hoi Chau Martin 鄺海疇 at 8:59 PM
4 Comments:
The soccer fans in HK will have to stay up tonight to watch the World Cup final. We are lucky in Canada because with the time difference, we are watching it at 3 pm. Oooogh, I wondered which team will win today.
May, this is not the final yet. It is only the Germany vs Portugal match. But you are right, we'll still have to stay up for that.
Oopsy, not the final game yet. I am going to a retirement party this afternoon. I will have to watch the results in the news. It is a good thing that the HK fans can sleep in on Sunday.
The Italians can rejoice with their 4th World Cup. But I am sad to see Zinédine Zidane of France leaving the game with a much tarnished reputation. It shows the fallibility nature in us.
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