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Friday, June 09, 2006

WC Memories


I can recall the World Cup in Spain 1982, being on a remote island off Iceland, where little did I know, but all the women in the house supported Italy ( and I did follow) due to their good looks. I remember Mexico 1986 and how the danes had me seduced, of Italy 1990 I remember little not even sure it was that world cup or the one after, where England beat Holland and my best friend Eva went with England and I just could not understand her, how could she do this to me, when the game finished I could hardly speak to her. Then came 1994 and the ecstasy in Sweden, where I spent the summer, I was kind of glad (or not kind of, but really glad) when Brazil bet them on the way to the finals. The game was shown in a concert venue, which I had made my second home and I must have been the only one cheering the Brazilians. 1998 - hmm, the England Argentina game, I do not like the English national team and felt an instant gratification in the sending off off Beckham, I liked him even less than I do now (whereas now I am rather indifferent towards him). Back to 1986 and the great moment of revenge for the Argentineans, it was to become the start of one of the bitterest rivalries in modern football.
I am not sure of the Argentineans, but the English really do not like them. They are just the opposite of what the English strive to be. And that cheating. I can just recall one friend who actually likes the Argentina team, and who sees the beauty in that hand of god goal. Something which he describes in these words: "There is just something so pure an beautiful about someone with an immense godlike talent who still chooses the way of cheating".
2002 was strange, with a lot of good teams going out in the early stages, there was a sense of hope that Spain would reach fairly far, and I could even sense an optimism from my connections in Catalunya (something rare), but as tradition comes it was not to be that year. I felt so sorry for the Argentinean people and I could almost feel it far too deep, the pain and sorrow of the struggling country who had placed all their future hope on their national team, perhaps it was a burden too much. I was also proud of Rivaldo and Ronaldo (this was before he went to Madrid), this is also where I fell in love with Ronaldinho, he resembled a horse (one of my favourite animals) his grace an cheekiness was seductive and then I even found him sexy. The famous England Brazil game was watched in a cinema where I worked and when Rivaldo scored I jumped up shouting: Goooooooooooooooooooooooolllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!!
Of course, people told me to shut up.
That World Cup was also the one with marathon breakfasts in bed watching the games, I have to say I enjoyed it much more than being in a drunken pub atmosphere, it even felt intimate and personal.
I got great hope for this one, even if it won't be watched in bed.


Anonymous Edwin said...

i like the flare on that maradona picture, that was pure cheating - but even as an England fan, i can justify it in my heart. genius at all costs.

for that particular game i remember being in Brighton. my parents were visiting friends, it was school summer holiday and i wore my England kit as much as i could. my parents' friends had a chinese restaurant near the rocky beach and for the WC changed all the dishes' names to England players, my favourite was "Shilton duck".

10:38 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah, I've also had fantastic moments in the WC. And a lot of reading too.

11:44 PM  
Blogger Yrsa Roca Fannberg said...

What would the present England teams dishes be?
Crouch ribs.
Beckham seabass.
Rooney pork belly stew.

Like which?

12:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I hope you didn´t take it too bad; I guess my wordplay (Water Closet != World Cup) was just too easy to be funny. I didn't mean to be rude anyway.

By the way, I'm afraid my English isn't good enough to understand the joke in your last comment. I laughed a while at Rooney and Crouch's dishes, but I don´t get Beckham's one. Could you possibly explain it in Spanish, please?

I like your sense of humour. In fact, I started reading your blog when you published that joke about being a Fisherman or rather prefering Spassky.

If you want to read more about football in a really ironic fashion, try Rival Petit*. I always read it even though I'm not Catalan. It takes me a while, but it's worth it.


1:18 PM  
Blogger Yrsa Roca Fannberg said...

No I did not take it badly, just wanted you to talk about your experiences. Thanks, I am glad you like the blog and my humour (I thought I had no humour), like the Germans. I actually meant that double play WC - but somehow I forgot that I did.
Seabass is a fish, the Chinese tend to cook it extremely delicately, often with ginger and spring onion.
So one could say it is feminine.
Es un tipo de pescado, muy delicado, Los chinesos lo cocinan con ajo tierno y gingebra ajo, y al vapor. Es un plato exquisito.
Pero claro, el pescado tiene que ser fresco.
Mira el podcast de The Times -
o aqui es el link directo

I also like that Fischerman/Spassky story. It is true.
In the next few days I hope to post some stuff on Iceland.

3:03 PM  

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