and by that i mean soccer. and by that i mean south american soccer.
this past sunday my roommates, along with some ecuadorians, and i went to an authentic south american soccer game. deportiva quito vs. barcelona (which are both ecuadorian teams - i don't get it either). all the people i was with were going for barcelona, and they informed me it would be beneficial to my livelihood if i rooted for barcelona as well. little did i know it would be beneficial not only for my livelihood, but also for my actual life.
i decided to go along with it since i thought barcelona's black and yellow uniforms looked cooler.
we arrive to the stadium to find the fans seated in entirely different sections, separated by tall fences. that's interesting, i thought.
go barcelona.
i knew soccer was a big deal here, but i had no idea just how big it was. i have never seen anything like it... streamers, flags, horns, puffs of team-colored smoke. and cheers to the tune of "llora, quito, llora." meaning, "cry, quito, cry." it was like an aggie game on crack. and that's saying something.
the game ended in a supremely anticlimactic tie. this non-even, however, did not stop the fans from throwing pilsener bottles, trash, half-eaten hot dogs and anything else they could find over the 12-foot partitian. never had i felt so grateful for chain-link, and never had i made such an effort to exit so quickly from a jam-packed stadium.
"some people believe soccer is a matter is a matter of life and death. i'm very disappointed with that attitude. i can assure you, it is much, much more important than that." --bill shankley
3 comments:
cry, brittain, cry. i wish you were in america so i could throw a hot dog at you. that was all said with love. lots of it.
aggie game on crack :)
I wish some of William's 8 year old games had 1/8 of that excitement. Then my sundays would be more fun.
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