Another Four Years
My brother and I are becoming diehard supporters of the Canadian national soccer team. To cheer for them is like producing a lousy modern dance show–no one comes, it fails and nobody cares. Despite the fact that soccer is the most popular sport for children (PDF) in Canada, we have no professional league and all of our quality players play abroad. We are victims of our own apathy.
That’s my brother on the left with the soccer ball (and me on the right). He takes the losses harder than me. I’m not sure who that girl (I think that’s a girl) in the centre is:

On Wednesday, along with our sisters, my brother Kevin and I went to watch Canada play Costa Rica in a World Cup qualifiying game.
Watching these games is like visiting a foreign country for two hours. Inevitably, there are more people cheering for the away team than for Canada. Additionally, they fans tend to be far more passionate about the game–they’re mostly from Central American countries. They bring noisemakers, big flags, signs (one said Juan 3:16). They stand for every rush down the field, and strip their shirts off when their team scores. The Canadians applaud politely and wave tiny, paper flags.
While walking to the game, I talked to a Costa Rican guy who had flown to Canada to see the game. It was his first time here, and he loved the country, but he came specifically for the game. This is typical soccer loyalty, and something we don’t have much of in Canada (though I’m sure the Voyageurs get to the occasional away game). And he wasn’t disappointed. As usual, we were trounced 3-1. The team is now officially eliminated from the World Cup finals, and so must wait four more years to try again.
We grew up with one of the national team players, and I always feel kind of sorry for them. Sure, they make decent money playing elsewhere, but they lead a national career of quiet suffering. I admirable how some stick with it for as long as they do.
