Warning: this piece requires a sense of irony so reader discretion is advised.
A few of us Europeans (very few of us indeed) are celebrating the end of all the Football madness in a slightly different way. You see, I’ve never been a fan of Football. Then again, and with that out of the way, I usually say I’m a pretty atypical Portuguese type as I’m not a fan of sunbathing nor football. I guess living in Germany sort of fits my weather preferences (for now only regarding weather as football remains a widespread obsession in all Europe).
Nop. That’s American Football… I meant this one:
I do admit going a bit weak in the knees with the lovely idea of having the great Barbados national team becoming a world champion. But hey, who am I to decide these things.
Shortly after the Portuguese team got eliminated I was asked several times: “What happened to Portugal?”. I got asked that question at an average of 100 a day (or at least that’s how it felt). Every single time, half of my brain went…
“Last time I checked it was still stuck between the Atlantic Ocean and Spain – the western Tip of Europe (no pun intended). But maybe it already detached and is floating in the ocean.”
The other half of my brain went
– C’mon, don’t be nasty! – be nice to people.
So somehow I always got dragged into giving my insight and opinion on whatever match was up for discussion. It got to a point I actually became good at it.
“This is enjoyable!” – I initially thought. Or at least it was enjoyable until I would mention players that don’t exist… and never did, on any team. Ever. Talk again about being trivial…
People’s reaction: priceless.
But there were great things too. You see, somehow Americans are just not interested in what they call “Soccer” and that always brought some warmth to my heart. The fact TV ratings in the US went wild with this world cup was nothing more than an uneventful blip in my way of perceiving the world.
Of course Germany is now a football world champion and I’m as happy as I could ever be. One does have to keep in mind I couldn’t care less who wins any given football match (not to say cup) – and yes – that includes Portugal (I don’t discriminate). The fact I have a huge sympathy for the German team and always perceived them as being a true team without egos actually helped increasing my attention span. I was even able to watch 10 consecutive minutes of the final without falling asleep (mom would be proud).
Some say this was one of the most engaging cups since England invented the game and stopped playing it. So now that all the football madness came to an end, and as Brazil is left with the 14 billion worth of Stadiums to upkeep and enjoy, I guess we all have to start focusing again on other matters. Things like wars getting solved, ending world hunger, stop the depletion of natural resources and avoid financial markets of going Berzerk.