Football for life: Looking through a football fan culture: On the pitch below us, the players stretch, ยูฟ่าเบท warm up and juggle the ball. Smartphones and the innumerable big screens and advertising boards demand our attention. The stands are finally filling, but it still doesn’t quite feel like a crowd.
Football for life: Looking through a football fan culture
Then you notice how the white shirts and the striped shirts cluster, how the ufabet gruff chants and snatches of old songs in Spanish and German rise above the mundane music from the PA; how people are finding each other by ear and eye; and you, like everyone, float in the exquisite, lightheaded zone of the unknown.
It’s a football game: anything can happen, and who knows how we will react when it does.
In Bogotá, Colombia, the national team’s ยูฟ่าเบท opening victory against the Greeks initiated a city-wide bacchanalian spasm of dancing, drinking and flour-throwing that descended into multiple incidents of violence. Mayor Gustavo Petro imposed a total alcohol ban for subsequent games.
At the end of the group stages, the final whistle blew in Porto Alegre and an ocean away, amongst the ancient Roman ruins of Algiers, a delirious crowd celebrated Algeria’s victory over South Korea, engulfed in smoke, fireworks and magnesium flares.
In Lyon and Lille, the kids from the banlieues torched cars and buses. In Grenoble, they were scattered by riot police with tear-gas grenades. The following day Mexico beat Croatia in Recife and the Chicano boulevards of downtown Los Angeles and Huntington Park filled with a sea of Mexican tricolours and a party so large that! panicky LAPD called out the riot squad. In Santiago, the partys that accompanied Chile’s run to the quarter-finals reached heights that the government asked its citizens to refrain from barbecuing to protect the city’s already fragile air quality.
For a month, football has functioned as a vast, polymorphous set of rituals ufabet and a global public theatre, connecting those inside the stadiums, the crowds occupying public space in the cities of the world and the billions more watching on screens in their homes, all telling and retelling, inventing and interpreting the stories it has been generating.
At times, the multi-character, multi-layer narratives that the tournament produces, and the mad chatter of the public running commentary on the players’ characters and private lives, have made the World Cup feel like a great global soap opera.
When the Uruguayan Luis Suárez lost control and bit the Italian defender Giorgio Chiellini, he was globally lampooned and lauded in his home country.
On the other hand, more complex narratives, rooted in the texture of economic and social life, have given the World Cup the range of a multi-authored international collection of short stories and essays. England’s dismal ejection from the tournament seemed a textbook exposition of the private opulence of the Premier League and the public squalor of the national team.
In Iran, it was the women who came through strongest ยูฟ่าเบท. Officially banned from viewing football with men, they followed the national team surreptitiously in mixed cafes and then paraded through central Tehran in defiance of the theocracy.
On the other side of the world, hundreds of thousands of ecstatic Colombians welcomed home their team as if they were champions rather than defeated quarter-finalists. The team’s best ever World Cup performance served as a suitable marker for a nation finally moving beyond the protracted drug wars of the previous three decades. Argentina’s and Germany’s stories are not yet concluded.