UPB, My Team?

Dear all,

When I was young so much younger then today, during the primary school days that is, my dad and I cherished some quality time watching football matches in the evening. Not every day but at least twice a week.

It was no Anfield of Old Trafford but ‘Padang Speedy’ was one of its kinds; the atmospheres were electrics so much livelier than Stadium MPPJ or even Bukit Jalil. A cheap entertainment to Teluk Intan’s working men, be it the Malays, the Chinese or the Indians. There were no seats surrounding the stadium apart from few rows on the VIP stage but that doesn’t stop the fans from coming with motorbikes, thanks to the invention multipurpose helmets, it fits the asses very well when you transformed those helmets into seats.

Among the top teams were estate’s teams and the municipal council’s team, they are playing on the top of the three divisions in Teluk Intan’s league. United Plantations Berhad or better known as Jenderata to the locals was one of the champione’.

Apart from the English striker who was also the team manager as well as the estate manager in the morning, the team consist of one race i.e the Indians. They were full of energy when they are on the field, be it playing football in the morning or even during palm oil fruits plucking session in the morning. They were the real football heroes and they were the estate’s workers.
After years of struggles they climbed their way up, from winning the district’s league to the big arena in Malaysian Premier League. It was filled with sweat and tears with minor help from ‘minyak kuda’. Were they professionals? Not really, once in a while they do help the oldies with estate’s procedures.

Then came the new prime minister who they said was the cleanest man, and behind him stood a wonder boy who they said came from the Oxford which to me is nothing more than an opportunist in the form of ‘son in law’. With his father in law contacts and power the opportunist created a reality programme called My Team which in a nutshell was a programme about finding and building a team from fresh talented players from around the country. And god knows where they would go from there.

After playing a stupid and reckless game with the Malaysian’s junior team, he wanted more and he wanted to be in the big picture but to go up the normal way would be too much and too long for the man who was in a rush. However with too little time you can get too many things with the right amount of money. Do you understand that?

He calls up the brother in law who own a company called SCOMI which accidently made so much money after the new prime minister went into power.

“Can you help me buy a small football team which is already in the big league?”

Why not? When the amount was almost negligible, compared to amount of profit the company made for the past few years.
They closed a nice chapter in the local boy’s diary. Today I watched a local game and I saw a Chilean, and two Caucasians playing for My Team wearing jersey with big SCOMI printed on the chest. They were all serving the new boss who was sitting on the VIP seats calling his team as ‘My team’.

Luckily today I got my revenge when Ahmad Shahrul scored a goal in the dying minutes and Perak defeated MyTeam 1-0, Hahahaha Mr K with the big J, it is my team who beat yours and eat that loser!

Local Boy from Teluk Intan.