I tried to be a football fan...and failed
This year, I decided that I would give football one last
chance. You know? Watch the world-cup matches with a completely open mind and
if I didn’t love the game afterwards then there would be no hope. I’ve only
followed 3 World cups in my whole life:
1.
France 98 – I was 7 years old and in-love with
all things French so I watched it simply because France was hosting. I still remember
the theme song ‘Ole ole ole ola’!
2.
South Africa 2010 - Come on, every African with
an ounce of pride in their heritage was watching this one!
3.
Brazil 2014.
So 1 hour to the
opening ceremony and I hadn’t chosen a team to support. I randomly settled on Spain
because they won the previous World cup (wrong choice). I also picked all
African countries (Big-ups to Ghana by the way). I watched the opening match
and...It was actually pretty darn interesting! I was happy and mad and I got to
see this Neymar everyone was talking about. I then decided to support Brazil
because:
1.
They played well
2.
Their players were mostly young (and cute)
But past that first
day, I’ve only watched bits and pieces of matches, and kept-up with scores via
Twitter. I love my sleep and so there’s no way I can sacrifice it for a 4am
game. So me and soccer are at a sort of impasse. I don’t particularly hate it,
but I’m not head over heels in love with it either. I’ll never be that girl who
pretends to be a huge fan just to attract a guy’s attention. The amount of
pretence required takes-up too much energy. But I will acknowledge events like
the World cup because they bring people together. I’ll also probably watch the
final match of this World-cup and the closing ceremony because they are a part
of human history (lol!).
But for the rest of you die-hards, enjoy the matches! And for what it's worth, #TeamBrazil!!! :))
Ciao...
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