I started watching soccer or, as the rest the world calls it, football when I was in Hong Kong. I couldn't sleep because of the time zone changes - they are about 12 hours ahead, so 4 pm here is 4 am there - and other stuff on my mind. There were only two channels in English in my hotel room, the BBC News and a video game channel that looped the same half-hour all day.
One thing I did understand was soccer. I was never that big of a fan, but it was that or Chinese billiards, and I understood kicking a ball a lot better. Here in the states, people hate on soccer, but it can be the most enjoyable thing to watch. It is the beautiful game.
They showed a variety of matches featuring Arsenal. The team was fun to watch and showed how tuff soccer was. Their best player was a guy named Henry. I called him Henry, until I got back to the states and learned he was French, and that it was pronounced Onry. He scored in every game I watched, and did it with such confident swagger and ease.
I've been a fan of Arsenal and Henry ever since. But last Saturday, Henry left the club to join Barcelona amid internal problems he perceived at Arsenal. This is huge news to fans overseas, but I'm blogging about it, because I have to go buy some new kicks to match the ugly ass Barcelona jersey I pre-ordered.
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