My Palmeiras vs Corinthians Day
Alright, let me tell you about the last time I settled in for a Palmeiras vs Corinthians game. You know how these things are, the whole week leading up to it, there’s that buzz. I heard about the upcoming match, I think it was Tuesday, and immediately marked my calendar. Couldn’t get tickets this time around, place was sold out ages ago, or maybe I just didn’t try hard enough, who knows. Decided to make a proper event of it at home.
So, Saturday rolls around. First thing, gotta get the supplies right? Went out early, grabbed some snacks, the usual stuff, chips, something to drink. Made sure the fridge was stocked. Came back, started sorting out the living room. Wife wasn’t too thrilled about me taking over the main TV, but hey, it’s the Derby Paulista, right? Priorities.
Then came the usual hassle. Finding a decent stream. You know how it is. You try one, it buffers. Try another, the quality is like watching Minecraft. Spent a good 20 minutes fiddling around, clicking links, closing pop-ups. Finally found one that looked stable enough, just a few minutes before kickoff. Always adds a bit of unnecessary stress, that part.
The Game Itself
Kickoff. Man, even watching from home, you feel the tension. First 15 minutes, lots of running, not much happening. Typical derby start, cagey. Then Palmeiras started pushing a bit more. I was getting into it, shouting at the screen like an idiot, telling them to pass here, shoot there. You know the drill.
There was that moment in the first half, I think Veiga had a decent chance? Hit it wide. I jumped up, then slumped back down. Classic. Then Corinthians nearly caught us on the break. Heart in mouth moment, seriously. Goalkeeper made a save, phew.
- Getting frustrated with the missed passes.
- Yelling when the ref made a dodgy call (or what looked dodgy to me!).
- Celebrating a good tackle like we’d scored.
Second half started, felt a bit more open. Then the goal came. Can’t remember exactly who scored now, doesn’t matter, the feeling was electric. Jumped up again, nearly knocked over my drink. Proper celebration, just me and the cat looking confused in the living room.
But then, Corinthians pushed back hard. Last 10 minutes were torture. Every time they got near the box, I was freaking out. Holding on, holding on. Felt like the clock was going backwards. The whistle finally blew. Relief, mostly. And yeah, satisfaction.
Aftermath
Game over. Sat there for a bit, just processing. Checked my phone, saw the usual explosion of messages from mates. Some celebrating, some complaining. Spent some time arguing tactics in the group chat, standard procedure.
It’s funny, you go through all that stress, the searching for streams, the shouting, the near heart attacks. But you wouldn’t trade it. It’s what being a fan is about, I guess. Even when you’re just watching on a screen, miles away from the stadium noise. That Palmeiras vs whoever game, especially a big rival, it just pulls you in. Already thinking about the next one, and maybe trying harder for those tickets.
