Sucker for Soccer.
I know not from whence Zoran Lucić’s design project on various football legends originated. I only know they are remarkable, and I would be pleased as punch to have any of them adorning my walls.
Sucker for Soccer.
I know not from whence Zoran Lucić’s design project on various football legends originated. I only know they are remarkable, and I would be pleased as punch to have any of them adorning my walls.
Tonight’s game was part of a Croatia heritage night — and the Croatian fans showed their support by unfurling a giant uniform. Very cool.
It is always irrational to get happy and sad and disappointed and ecstatic over strangers playing a game over which we have no influence, but such is the magic of sports that it does this to us. Did I really just write “magic of sports”? I did. I’m sorry. I’m emotional. And I don’t know how else to describe it. I shouldn’t care and yet I couldn’t care more. The thing about the World Cup is that it’s exponentially bigger than your average game because patriotism — good, old-fashioned I-love-my-country patriotism, free of politics — magnifies every emotion, so that a moment like this seems far bigger than it actually is.
The beautiful cruelty of the World Cup is that it is held every four years, and four years is a purgatory of a time to wait for reincarnation. Every game assumes an unreasonable importance, which is what makes it such fun.
Great article discussing the World Cup, Soccer, Penalties, and the psychology behind the sport.
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