The light side
In my previous post I was feeling a little sad about the state of the world around me, but even though I am not a day-to-day soccer fan, the FIFA World Cup has put a spring in my step. I wasn't near a stadium on Friday, but we trotted down to our local Dros (a restaurant, but more importantly a restaurant with TVs) and settled with the other patrons, ready for the opening match between South Africa and Mexico. There were flags, vuvuzelas, badges and soccer shirts (mostly green and yellow) where ever you looked. There were singing, clapping, gasps, blowing of vuvuzelas, the shouting of "off-side" (possibly randomly) and cheering. The whole place was filled with spirit. With cooperation. With love. With support. And although it would have been nice if it ended in victory for South Africa, an end result of 1-1 was not all that bad. Now, if we are being honest, I was in the minority, wearing black rather than green and yellow. But I'm Goth, and green and yellow...