This follows on from “Showing the Colours”.
Hahaha. I saw a segment of the soccer. It turns out that they wear white shirts not the national colours. Who would have thought? Isn’t that the point of national colours – for the team to wear them so you (the supporter) and they are the same? So the tribe is marked.
To be honest, I feel a bit ripped off. If I’m supporting a team (which I’m not, though it would probably be more engaging) I want to be able to recognise them. I want my flag to join the fray. I want to be part of the actual team. Don’t I? Isn’t that what it’s about? Being as one. United against a common foe.
And here’s something. I was in the adjoining room at the dining table chatting with a friend who is likewise uninterested in the shenanigans on the screen (please don’t stop reading soccer fans, this post may yet see me turn into a ravening fan. Your guess is as good as mine at this stage.) and I was monitoring the tv. It seems that part of me wants to know. But…I’m only interested in the goals. Shallow Hal. I think it’s because I want to see how they do it. What is the technique, the strategy? (So I tell myself.) So am I just after the kicks (no pun intended), the sensation? Am I just a good time gal or is this a sign of my practicality? (Forget lengthy personality tests, just offer someone a seat at the soccer.)
And who said soccer’s not a spectator sport? Probably no-one but they forgot to mention who the players are. It’s the home spectators. Of course everyone expects the crowd at the field to be in a frenzy – that’s what they paid for – but the home peops, they’re another thing. So we have normally docile people who may or may not express a passing interest in soccer on a day to day basis. Put them in a group. Set them in front of a stimulus – oh let’s say a world cup type event. See what happens. They morph. Before your eyes. And ears. I did wonder if they were competing with each other for “Most Enthusiastic Supporter of the Night”.
In fact I think I can hear them right now, cheering and stamping. And you know what? It sounds like fun. So I’m going to join them. I might not blend in too well at first but I’m willing to bet their enthusiasm is contagious.