I though I was going to tip toe into the competition.
The premises were so rough in terms of geopolitics.
We are all well aware of the unwelcoming attitude of co-host USA. I just want to brush the surface of this. I must keep my spirits up (Algeria lost to Argentina – Belgium vs Egypt was a tie).
What I mean to say is : if you applied to acommodate a WORLD WIDE competition, you embrace both the duties and the rights that come with it.
It is ok to experience cultural challenges out of your comfort zone.
It is your right to manifest discomfort.
But you signed up for it, therefore it is your duty to be a good samaritan and push your boundaries.
Especially when other nations are sending over benevolent teams of players and their entourage.
Putting administrative sticks in their wheels is the opposite of the spirit of sport.
That being said…
The opening game was healing.
To me.
To Mexico.
To the world… except to South Africa.
Within 6 days we have witnessed what a truly global competition in good spirits can do.
A massive supporter of the romance unfolding before our eyes between South Korea and Mexico in Guadalajara. Sign me up to be the godmother of one of these beautiful KoreXican babies in 9 months.
Mexico is seeeeerving. Slay, keep on slaying, mi Amor.
While the reality of living in Mexico is often challenging. We are also showing to the World how gregarious the people are.
How bright the culture, how kind the people, how resourceful in their ways, how healing the smiles and the Cumbia.
How colorful the crafts and enticing the minds.
So everything is healing.
Under this ball spinning for feet to feet.
Watching a game is a guarantee to return the matrix we live in to an abstract. We will talk about the new rules of FIFA, the small nations and how unbalanced the games are. Here. And there. And often.
But on Day 6, we breath.
If Victory does not find your team, it’s ok. We are there. In a hug or a shared chela. And we heal, one kick at a time. (Except for the German, Fuck the Manshaft)
Amour Toujours
Victoire
