there are two twelve-year-old boys in our living room right now watching the brazil-turkey match and gasps and shouts keep travelling up to my room. my dad thought it was cruel that the boys had to come for maths tutoring at this time when the world cup semis were on and said at dinner that he thought he'd give them a 15min break in between lessons to watch the game. but when they came he looked at their excited faces and said alright nevermind and let them watch the match here in our living room, arranging for a make-up lesson. he'll have to sacrifice an extra evening later on in the week to coach the boys, over football. i could have pointed out that this wasn't the finals afterall, and that there will be at least 2 replays of the match between now till sunday, and this was bad discipline indeed! but all the time i was thinking all this i was also thinking thoughts that if voiced would be undoubtedly be considered abetting. the shout when ronaldo scored, 5 minutes ago, shook the house. it's impossible not to feel endeared to those boys in our living room.