We knew we could influence the score even at a distance. For example, today, one of our friends arrived at my house wearing a brown t-shirt. “No way!”. We told him to go to one of the street vendors and buy a Brazilian jersey. Otherwise, we’d be unlucky and would never forgive him. Another one was wearing red. “No way! Grab your yellow and green jersey and put it on”. We were in desperate need of a goal. T-shirt on, we were ready to celebrate our first goal. Superstitions apart, everywhere, we celebrate, trusting that we can go far, and we do hope to keep moving forward in full steam, full of swing and the word of the moment in our mouths: “goooooooool”!
All that cheerfulness sparkled with good beer, loud laughs around friends, and wonderful Brazilian barbecue. The World Cup couldn’t be better! There’s no other place in the world I’d like to be during those hours of pure joy. More to come on the 25th. Go Brazil!
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