
so...6 years later, it's all over, and i find myself strangely saddened... well, despite the knock my hearing has taken from our precious inanimate friends, the vuvuzelas..
i've never been a huge soccer fan - it's too mundane for me really... the tallys are too low, brilliant goals a rarity and as quickly as possession can change, it's still not "meaty" enough for me... or maybe i just have a very short attention span (this is true, i don't do gym for this very reason - i get bored.). i like contact and all the action it brings with it.
so with 260 yellow cards issued throughout the 2010 soccer world cup, 14 of those belonging solely to the final game between spain and nederlands, i found myself a lot more eager to watch the games :)
i feel dirty for having supported their (very dramatic - do soccer players take acting classes?) fouls.. but such is life - bad antics draw the greatest crowds; make for the best news.
plus, and this may be biased, but the Durban stadium really was to me thee most beautiful of the lot - i supported out of pride for what my province had achieved..
i remember watching the opening ceremony at the cape town fanpark, to the sound of no less than a 1000 vuvuzelas.
we did indeed "show dem" (said in the most coloured accent i can muster)
there are no words to describe the pride i was filled with at that moment (true, the dramatic music playing at the time may have swayed me a little), nor the love i had for my country, problems aside.
it really is amazing how a sport can unite a nation.
and make you realise that "3rd world" is just a title, not a definition.
and the final - spain, you beauties :) now it must be said, in supporting a team i generally follow whoever my dad or brother are supporting. i was even considering going neutral until one of the 2 impressed me (ie. scored) - shallow i know, but the winning side is fun :)
but i went with dad's wisdom - and it got me far :)
Durban fanpark was filled to capacity for the final, despite the on-off drizzle (in the warmest city.ironic.) and the atmosphere was both visible and audible - just 2 words for you - fancy-dress and vuvuzelas. the extremes to which spectators will go to declare their undying support never ceases to amaze me: wigs, body paint (long gone are the days of mere face painting), a man with a giant eggshell contraption on his head, oversized glasses, personalised helmets...the possibilities were endless and people seemed to grab them with both hands (literally).
and the passion that rules fans, coaches, and players alike - it's enough to have convinced me that someday i'd like to be a sports' photographer. i'd like to capture that. in a little box of film. and show the world raw emotion.
right now, i'm so proud to be a south african :)
i hope it doesn't require a worldclass event to remind me of that again..
let's see where this newfound unity and pride can take us :)
olympics 2014 anyone?
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