M:

I was wandering alone on a street near the Bund, trying to find my friends whom I supposed to meet an hour ago. It should be the place but they were not there. I could hear people roaring at pubs on every street and every households, cheering and sipping beer, while I was standing there on my own, angry and tired, cursing the person who put me into this. I finally gave up, got a cab and went home. On the little satellite TV in the taxi I was the match. The game has begun, and I missed the fucking World Cup opening.