In the last two Khaleeji tournaments, Oman reached the final match and lost in both occasions to the host. Supporters claim that the winning-host theory along with the reached-final one, we have a greater chance than ever to, for the first time ever, win something.
However, with the humiliating display the national team put in their last matches, I have strong doubts of that happening. I am not here to thwart that possibility crushing our dreams, but I'm here to offer not only a fail-safe solution but the only way for us to fulfill that dream.
I have embeded a video that will best explain what I have in mind. Please observe the little boy wearing the blue outfit, we will be calling him Hassan, and he'll be representing the rival team. We'll also be calling the boy in the brown-ish dishdasha Ahmed, and he'll be our national team. I want you to closely observe what happens.
You can, at the beggining of the video from 0:00 to 0:12 see the superior playing skills of the rival player. He plays in a much more dynamic game and a greater energy. Infact, so dynamic and energetic that our national player is no where in the image.
We only appear in second 0:13 of the video with a weak dribble that leads to no where and is soon recovered by the rival player. You can tell how out-of-place and distraught our national player by his lack of orientation skills, where in second 0:21 you see him clearly heading away from the game, while the rival player appears miles away from nowhere in second 0:21 and stands there without movement, as if mocking our national player.
However, what happens next is fascinating and very aligned with our culture. You see, in Oman we're notorious for being magicians, wizards, m3alems and sa7ara, and that's exactly what happens in second 0:27 while we apply a previously prepared 7urz
(3amal, spell) to the rival player.
And not only that, but we also prove it's worthiness by kicking the ball from right under the rival player's feet and looking back at the audience (second 0:29) for a victory smile. And victorious we are indeed, the rival player not only does an unwillingful handball but also admits it by shouting "Ahhh, Waish 9ar ?!" in disbelif (Translation : What happened ?!).
But no, we don't stop there, we further proof this great skill by making the rival player carry the ball to our national player and sets it perfectly on the floor for our national player to finish it with a winning goslin second 0:31 right out of the hands of the rival player.
Munthir's magician friend is our only hope.
Note : If you're wondering what's going on with the kid in the white dishdasha, he's Kuwaiti, that's why he's depressed, and ostracized to himself to a life of sodomy and drugs.