Even though my mother is English, there is probably no one who knows less about soccer (football) than I. When I watch a match, all I see is people running and kicking, and if a ball goes in the goal, it seems to be nothing more than sheer luck.
Still, I love the World Cup. Why? Let the count the ways:
- The way people support their teams.
- How the different announcers describe the game in words that no one would ever use to describe an American big-name sport.
- The photos of fans in big public squares watching the matches with incredible intensity.
- Even the over-the-top faking of injuries.
- And the civilized water breaks.
And although I know that once the World Cup is over, I will slink back into soccer ignorance, for the next few weeks, I will celebrate with the world and feel at one with all the other fans out there. And I’ll take to heart a lesson someone long ago tried to teach me: Never ignore a chance to celebrate!