King's Park - 20120607

After a decade, I touched football again last night, in a pitch which sounds so politically incorrect. King's Park.

Being a New Territories resident, I should be pardoned for haven't been there before. King's Park is an oasis (or mirage?) in the busy Kowloon. The ambience is so serene, and doing exercise there should be particularly relaxing. Obviously, being such a prime cite, surrounding apartments must be of outrageous price. Yet there is a cheap alternative. Oi Man Estate. So, either substantially rich guys or nominally poor families could be the lucky ones.

In King's Park, paradoxically, I did not meet any monarch. Instead, quite a number of senior executives were encountered. We chased the ball, possessed it and gave it away, on and off. Among the players, the most interesting one was a black guy, coming from Cameroon.

Let's call him O. O was my teammate, but I knew nothing about him until yesterday. While travelling to the pitch, O shown me some photos of Cameroon. It surprised me that vegetation flourished over there. O kept on testing my limit. He said the temperature of Cameroon right now is 25 degree Celsius. Hong Kong is hotter. Then, O flipped some of his secondary school's photos. It was like Eton. I asked whether it was established by missionary and O nodded. Well, my greatest concern was, why did O come to Hong Kong, when Cameroon was like a paradise. I swallowed up my question.

One final remark, with my feet dumped for that long, I played lousily.