| Wednesday, June 28, 2006 |
| I'm coming clean |
This is a coming-out-of-the-closet post. Just to prepare you for what’s about to come, I invite you to listen to this.
I'm a Brazil fan. There! I've said it!
Do I have to justify?
When I fell in love with soccer there were no African teams participating in the World Cup, and there weren't there for a long time. So, I grew up rooting and crying – real tears – and suffering bad stomach aches from nervousness rooting for Brazil. I can't flip just like that and be a fan of somebody else now. Brazil and I go a long way, and it was a first love thing. You know how strong that is…? My own mother could be the captain of the other team and I'm still going to scream and curse on Brazil's behalf. It is that serious.
One thing which divided my home growing up in Ethiopia was World Cup - one German brother, one Brazilian brother and me, an Italian father and brother, a sister who wished World Cup didn't exist and a mother who was always on the side of who cried the most and cursed the least. It was as if we ceased to be Ethiopians and transformed into the nationality of our favourite team. Cursing in our own language, Amharic, was strictly forbidden. So, Italian, English and Oromigna were quite liberally used and my parents were OK with that – for the duration of the game, that is.
 I vividly remember the feeling in my stomach watching Italy beat Brazil in 1982 and take the Cup. Paulo Rossi, Italy's forward was so damn annoying just hanging around Brazil's penalty area and sneaking a goal. My brother and I, in our desperation as our team was losing, frantically criticized Rossi for being a sneaky woos. I remember quietly hating my dad for jumping with joy and telling my brother and I "I don’t care if he's preparing food while waiting for the ball to land on his feet. The main thing is, he's scoring a goal for me…" Now Ronaldo is pulling a Rossi on me – quite embarrassing. My Brazil doesn’t do that.
In retrospect, I'm glad my dad's team won back in ‘82 because it was the last World Cup for him (R.I.P.) But, I want my revenge this year.
I'm still proud of Ghana though
I was damn proud of Ghana regardless of my team winning. They truly dominated the game, but unfortunately could not reward themselves with a goal or two. I wanted them to score so bad – I really did. I eve confused my daughter who kept on asking me whom I rooting for. I think Ghana had about five chances for a spectacular goal. It's as if they get a mental block by the time they cut through the Brazilian defense and reach the goal. The Brazil vs Ghana game made the Italy vs Australia game on Monday look even worse. It was the clumsiest game I’ve watched so far.
When Ghana was sailing through, I was getting very nervous about divided loyalty. When the moment of truth arrived, I realized that nothing can come between Brazil and me. So go Brazil! You owe me big time! |
posted by Fikirte @ 6:37 AM
 
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| 4 Comments: |
- name<="c115151525894813772" id="c115151525894813772">
I've always been a Brazil fan since Pele's day.
- name<="c115151694919626924" id="c115151694919626924">
I even drink Pepsi because of Pele, and I can't stand Pepsi. Remember he used to advertise Pepsi?
- name<="c115156984443453259" id="c115156984443453259">
italy did not bit brazil in the 82 finals .the final was between italy and west germany.
- name<="c115158064136228183" id="c115158064136228183">
Anonymous, thanks for your comment. I know that the final in '82 was between Italy and Germany. I was just insinuating that Italy beat Brazil and to make it worse they took the Cup.
Sokari, thanks for relieving the guilt a little, girl - it's true Brazillians are essentially Africans :)
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I've always been a Brazil fan since Pele's day.