This blog is about soccer anytime and not just for the World Cup.
And it seems that for a Colombian the World Cup is just about the qualifying part of it nowadays.
I am in pain. Once again I am sad with a Colombia National Team lost, but this time I have no signs of rage towards players' performances, coach's decisions or bad refereeing. What I'm feeling is an infinite sadness to paraphrase Smashing Pumpkins.
Last night against Venezuela we were all about winning a key game and we tried in unity and against adversity. We lost one of our warriors and early yellow cards limited our defenders. We were playing away and in need for a win.
For most part of the game we were winning the game. We beat numerical inferiority, we beat the feeling of playing far from home, and we were beating the witchcraft that polarizes our people. We were in the path for a victorious end of the night until that negative individual started to talk non-sense. How dare he kept saying Macnelly Torres was having a bad game! How come he didn't realize we were putting all our heart and mind in there!
Then Venezuela scored. Twice.
And the "fuck you all" to our one and only team from other fans came back. The divided society was back at its best.
Am I exaggerating, taking it very far? Am I the non-sense one? Peruvian writer Julio Ramón Ribeyro has a great line in his story "Atiguibas."
"Who does not know sports sadnesses does not know anything about sadness."
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For a verbal account go to Manzana Pecosa on Friday
