Literally the entire world stops
as the whistle is blown. It is now time. Time to watch the unveiling of who
truly is the best in the world. The supermarkets and malls are empty. Everyone
is at home waiting for the big game to start.
As a religious and devout sports
fan, waiting for the end of tournaments as substantial as the World Cup is
something that I dream about at night. The greatest players in the world are in
front of your eyes getting ready to play for their lives, as well as the lives
of the citizens of their countries that cheer them on.
There is literally no way for me to be able to
put into words what was going through my mind when Italy won the World Cup in
2006. Granted, I was only in the third grade and I was most likely just wanting
to brag to my Portuguese “boyfriend” that my team had won the World Cup and his
hadn’t, but that is besides the fact.
The World Cup is a true testament
to passion in sports. You want to see a grown man cry? Watch the World Cup. You
want to watch a nation cry? Watch the World Cup. You want to watch a group of
men run and jump and kick till they can no longer breathe? Watch the World Cup.
You want to watch men sweat in the sweltering heat with not a worry (but the
soccer ball in front of them)? Watch the World Cup.
The passion that exists on the
pitch is a passion like no other. Grueling and aching passion coming from a
group of men that are just dying to become the champions of the world.
There’s this underlying suspense
that comes with this particular World Cup. Not only is the entire world waiting
to see who become the champions of the world, but also to see the one and only
Lionel Messi. Let’s face it; if he isn’t already considered the best player to
ever play the game, the World Cup is the perfect stage to prove so; to silence
all of the cynics.
Today,
Sunday July 13th 2014, one team will be crowned champions of the world.
Whomever that may be, only time will tell.
Argentina
vs. Germany; GAME ON.
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