World's eyes are set on South Africa for long, but tonight they are magnified for the draw. It is an impending event of glamour with star-studded attendance, all the more a suggestion of commercial participation in football.

Don't get me wrong, publicity makes good business sense and it is critical to make football a well-publicised sport. David Beckham will join Eusebio, Kaiser, Milla and Platini on the seats of the greats, only that his place in Capello's biggest ever campaign is looking shadowy. He is a nervous man, both for anticipating a call up from Capello, and the fear of being grouped with France or Portugal.

But he is the most famous face in sports, so he can be seen anywhere.

A staggering 200 million viewers are noted to be casting their eyes on the draw, and at least few hundred thousand pairs would be coming from my home country.

While it is widely celebrated, even before the kick off in Johannesburg, I quietly take ignominy every time world football is having fun. Because in my country, football is bedridden, in dire need of a magic potion to recover.

It actually kills me to throw my weight behind the country I barely know and support them when they play in World Cup. The love is never real, nevertheless I had to give out of despair and the fear of missing out the fun.

Algeria, North Korea and Honduras are back on the train after a period of impasse. Brazil and Spain are leading the train neck and neck. The Irish will watch the French compete in the greatest of bitter, while Italy trying to remind the world that the cup is with them.

Malaysia, can only set their eyes. Saddest thing, no matter how magnified they are, the love is forever illusory until the country herself is in one of the pots.

I'll make the love real.

P.S. Cheers for the love.