Monday, August 4, 2008

Ronaldinho...


A football match between Viet Nam and Brazil, a preparation for the Olympic Games. The government paid Brazil $600,000 to play. I love Pato, the young man with the white boots. I had to go. Tony said no. But I went. I bought a ticket from a tout. The official price was 300,000 VND. That's what I paid; the luck of a human rights lawyer. And so I sat in the seats of the gods. What a game. The VN kicked the BZ (see picture). The BZ kicked the VN. National pride, such a wonderful thing. Around me they wondered: why are we so small, so weak, so short. They were the words I understood. At the restart I tipped the lip: near post save, off the post. So close. So far. It ended. What a game.

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