Spain won, Netherlands lost and though the lot of us cheered or wept. Though very few amongst us were true supporters of either team, one could nary find an empty seat on Sunday night. This is the power of the phenomenon that is the World Cup. For the majority of the population(especially the testosterone based population), our schedules have been revolving around game times. People who were previously unable to remember their wedding anniversaries or children’s birthdays managed to map out 64 games over 30 days and squeeze them in between their regular lives. Because, as a friend of mine wisely said to his wife, “I fell in love with the World Cup before I even met you.”
Cold words, true sentiment. But now that the tournament is over and the vuvuzelas are no longer abuzz, one has to wonder…what next? Continue reading →
Well, not really. Most are just sulking and pointing fingers at either Gyan or Mensa for horridly taken penalty kicks. Or the super-Afrocentric tend to be blaming Suarez for being a second goal keeper.
Either way. Ghana is out. And the African Dream has experienced the rudest of awakenings. I hate to say “I told you so….” but to be quite fair, I was out there cheering as loud and as proud as anyone else.
I wanted them to win. And for a second there, it looked like they would. But…. Continue reading →