hear the roar?

Tigers pounce. Unsuspectingly. 

I bet last night hundreds, maybe even thousands, young Malaysian across the country are aspired to be a footballer. Just like Baddrol Bakhtiar. Just like Khairul Fahmi Che Mat. Or Mohd Muslim Ahmad. Or Gurusamy Kandasamy. These are the Malaysian heroes. The heroes that silenced Gelora Bung Karno Stadium. The heroes that, despite all the taunts, insults, threats and boos came out triumphant in front of the people who preferred to call all Malaysians as "Maling".

Well, seems like us malings stole the medal right under your nose. People may or may not remember the amount of medals you took (either fairly or otherwise), but people, especially us malings will always, always remember the day our Harimau pounced on Garuda.

Congratulations to the Harimau Muda squad. And thank you for silencing the Gelora Bung Karno Stadium. You guys made them weep, yo! Priceless.

And Mr. F put it ever so aptly at the end of the match.

"Ambik upah tak hormat lagu kebangsaan orang."