World Cup virgin
I admit I’m a typical American sports fan, by which I mean I’m a fan of American sports. For me, a football has pointy ends and is carried around the field by large men wearing more armor than RoboCop. Until now, the only soccer — what the rest of the world calls football — I’ve seen has been a couple of games played by my six-year old grandson. I don’t know the rules, I don’t grasp the playing strategy and I’ve never understood getting excited about a sport where 1-0 wins are common.
With that said, I had a great time watching the U.S.-Ghana World Cup match today. The U.S. run for the Cup ended with Ghana’s 2-1 win in overtime. But I developed a surprising (to me, at least) respect for the action in what the non-U.S. world calls “the beautiful game”. Now that my home team, as it were, is out of the Cup tournament, I need someone to root for. Naturally, that is going to be Portugal, my soon-to-be home for four months this fall. Most American sports fans will go back to caring about the Major League Baseball season’s run-up to our very parochially-named World Series championship. Or they’ll be looking ahead to the start of football — the pointy-end kind — as NFL and college teams begin to batter each other. But Tuesday morning I’ll be watching as Spain tries to beat my new home team. Go Portugal!
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