Watching World Cup Alone

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Just didn’t have anything to add.\n\nThat’s how I ended up watching the World Cup alone in my kitchen at 2 AM, eating leftover crusts and refreshing a Reddit thread I already finished twice. The kettle is still on from this morning. There’s a coffee mug with a brown ring at the bottom that I keep meaning to wash.\n\nI’m not even a huge football fan, honestly. I’ll watch, I’ll cheer, I’ll wear the jersey to the supermarket once every four years. But this year is different and I haven’t figured out why yet.\n\nLast Wednesday at 11 PM, my coworker Daniel texted the group chat: “anyone watching at a bar tonight?” I typed “yes,” deleted it, typed “kinda tired tonight,” sent that. He replied with a thumbs up. Then 15 minutes later he sent a pic from a sports bar with six people in jerseys and a bucket of wings on the table. I hearted it. Went to brush my teeth.\n\nI want to be the kind of person who goes to bars at 11 PM on a Wednesday. I used to be that person. Or maybe I just remember it that way.\n\n## Half-Time and the Quiet\n\nThe loneliness doesn’t even hit me when I’m watching the actual match. It hits me at half-time.\n\nYou know that moment — everyone’s running to the bathroom or grabbing another round, hugging strangers in jerseys, the place is buzzing. And I’m just standing in front of my open fridge with the light casting on my face. Picking at the cheese. Staring at a yogurt cup from last Tuesday.\n\nMy chest goes tight. Not in a heart-attack way. In that I-can’t-quite-explain way.\n\nI poured myself a glass of water I didn’t even want. Walked back to the couch. Sat down. Got up. Walked back to the kitchen. Made tea. Didn’t drink it. The tea went cold. I poured it down the sink and felt weirdly guilty about wasting water over a thing I made for no reason.\n\nMom texted at 1:48 AM: “you asleep?”\n\nI typed “yeah just watching a bit.” Then deleted “watching a bit” because that would invite a question. Just sent “yeah.” She sent a heart emoji and went to sleep. She doesn’t know I haven’t slept before 1 AM in three weeks. She doesn’t know the World Cup is the only thing I’ve actually looked forward to this month.\n\nThe half-time show played. I watched the dancers but didn’t hear the music. I was thinking about how I haven’t been to a bar in seven months. Not because I can’t. Because I don’t want to go alone and I don’t want to ask people twice.\n\nThere’s a specific kind of silence that only happens in your own apartment at 2 AM during a match everyone else is watching. It’s the silence of being aware the world is doing something collective and you’re standing outside the circle holding a warm mug you forgot about. The kind of silence that makes you hear your own breathing in a way you didn’t sign up for. It’s suffocating in a way that doesn’t even make sense for a Tuesday.\n\n## The Group Chat That Goes Quiet\n\nThere’s a WeChat group called “Football Idiots” — 11 of us, mostly from college. Every World Cup and Champions League season it’s buzzing. Memes, hot takes, drunk predictions at 3 AM. We once had a thread going for 47 minutes during a single VAR check.\n\nThis year the last message was from Kevin at 1:12 AM: “France looking solid.” Then nothing. No replies. No emoji reactions. Just 11 people watching the same game in 11 different apartments in 11 different timezones, in 11 different stages of being tired.\n\nI scrolled up to see the last real conversation. Three days ago, someone shared a clip from a match in 2018. I remember watching that one in a packed living room with eight people and a friend passed out on the couch by halftime. We drank so much beer that one of us threw up in the bathroom sink and we all cheered. Someone started a chant. Someone else cried at a goal. Someone fell asleep with a slice of pizza still in his hand.\n\nI closed WeChat. Opened it again. Closed it.\n\nMy thumb hovered over the text box for 30 seconds. I typed “lol” and deleted it. Typed “anyone awake” and deleted that. Typed nothing. Locked my phone. Unlocked it. Locked it again.\n\nI want to text something like “anyone else watching?” but I know how that reads. Half of them are asleep. The other half are watching with their girlfriends or in family homes eating hotpot. The few who are alone don’t want to admit it either.\n\nThe chat used to feel like the third half of the match — even when we weren’t together, we were together. Now it feels like a notification I forgot to turn off. Like a group of people politely not checking on you.\n\nYou ever have that thing where you want to text someone but the act of typing it makes you feel more alone? Yeah. That.\n\n## 4 AM Is When It Hits\n\nThe match ended around 3:40 AM. France won. I should feel something. I don’t.\n\nI stood up to brush my teeth and my legs felt like they belonged to someone heavier than me. The toothbrush was buzzing in my mouth and the mirror showed a guy with weirdly puffy eyes and a World Cup jersey I forgot I owned. The jersey is from 2018. I remember because the tag is still on it. I’ve never worn it out. I’ve never even worn it inside. It just sits in the second drawer.\n\nI don’t even know when I bought that jersey. Might’ve been during the Russia run. Might’ve been online at 2 AM, drunk-ish, alone-ish. Might’ve been with friends — wait, no. Yeah. Alone.\n\nI spit. Walked back to the bedroom. Set an alarm for 7:30 AM. Then 7:45. Then 8:00. Because I knew I’d snooze anyway.\n\nStomach tightening. That feeling when you know you should be doing something else but you can’t even name what. Watching TV, sleeping, scrolling — none of them are working. I’m doing all three at once and none of them are working.\n\nPalms sweating a little. Not in a scary way. In that “I’m doing something weird and my body knows it” way. The way they sweat during a job interview or before you send a vulnerable text. The body knows you’re alone and it’s not okay with it.\n\nI thought about texting the “Football Idiots” group something vulnerable like “lol watching alone tonight, kinda hits different.” But I know what would happen. Three people would reply with “lol same” and then it would go quiet again. And that would somehow be worse — knowing that they also watched alone but nobody suggested getting on a call.\n\nI closed my eyes. Opened them. The ceiling looked the same as it did an hour ago. The streetlight outside flickered through the blinds. The same car alarm has been going off for 20 minutes somewhere down the block and I didn’t notice until right now.\n\nHit me like a wall.\n\nI’m such a mess. It’s crushing in the way only small things can crush you — not the big stuff, just the small quiet stuff like watching a goal alone and not being able to share it with anyone.\n\n## Friday Morning, Stale Coffee\n\nWoke up at 8:17. Snoozed once. Got up because my back hurt from sleeping in a weird position on the couch, not the bed. The couch pillow had a dent in it shaped like my face and I lay there for a minute staring at the ceiling before I remembered I had work.\n\nMade coffee. Stale beans. Forgot to buy more on Tuesday. Drank it anyway because I’m not picky enough at 8 AM to care.\n\nOpened the fridge. Same yogurt cup from last Tuesday. Stared at it. Threw it out. Felt like a small win in a day that wasn’t really a win. The fridge looked emptier after that, which I didn’t think was possible.\n\nThe chat group had four new messages when I checked. All highlights. All emojis. Nobody asked how I watched.\n\nI don’t want pity. I don’t want a “aww you should have called us” reply. I just want someone to say “yeah, I watched alone too, kinda weird right?” But that’s a weird thing to want, so I don’t say it. So I scroll past the highlights and put my phone in my pocket and walk to the bus stop.\n\nWashed the mug. Looked out the window. It’s raining. The street is wet and empty and the bus stop across the road has nobody waiting. I thought — that’s me. That’s exactly me right now. A bus stop with nobody waiting in the rain.\n\nI told my coworker Daniel at the office kitchen today, “hey, watched the match at the camp last night, kinda cool.” He said “nice” and walked to his desk. I told my sister on the phone later, “yeah, the match was fine.” She said “who won?” and I said “France” and she said “oh cool” and we hung up.\n\nI don’t know why I’m writing this. Maybe because if I write it down it’s not just a Tuesday night. It’s a thing that happened. 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