at least thats the way they pronounce futbol, fussball, or soccer around here...but the games just the same, if not a little more crazy...i was in a riot once in london but the game itself was rather calm, this time not so much...last weekend we watch part 1 of the city championship in a bar...playing were flamango in the red/black and botafogo in the black/white...my buddy andre goes for flamango while bruno and iafa go botafogo...the first half of the game 2-0 black, but not really interesting and i was nearly falling asleep part way through the second 45 until flamango scores its first on a penalty kick cause by the goalie tripping up the forward and receiving a red card...sucks for the replacement goalie who confidence perhaps what shattered first 5 seconds on the field leading up for another score 10 minutes later...two more red cards, a shitload of yellows and the game remained tied at 2-2...no overtime, no pk because this is just game one of two to decide the campione...
game two we got tickets, since the first game was tied, the score on the board at the end of this all determines the winner...had one team been up a goal or two, it would have had a lead going into the game...so we arrive at the stadium to find what you find all over rio, a big party going on...so many street vendors selling this or that, jerseys, food, flags, stuffed animals, beer here and beer there but having left the club at 7am with the sun coming up and only getting about 4 hours of bad sleep i was in no mood nor was anyone else fortunately...we head around the massive stadium to get into the gates and scope out some seats in the middle of both camps since both bruno and andre were with me...0-0 at half and the game was going by slowly, i tried to take a nap during halftime but decided to watch a bunch of rowdies on the field playing with a 20 foot high and wide soccer ball, about 10 guys on either side trying to push it into the others goal, it was quite entertaining as many were quite drunk...second half and finally it starts to pickup, a few cards start flying and goals start scoring...1-0, 1-1, 2-1, 2-2...only a second yellow followed by a red and the 90 minutes are up, tied again...
however instead of going into overtime play, rules here go straight to penalty kicks...interesting...botafogos first two are blocked while flamangos first two go in...a few more kicks later and its the red & black on top as the new champions 4-2...game over we watch the cheering begin on the red side of the this massive stadium, once the largest in the world, while the blues seats empty quicker than the blocked goals...we eventually head out and home and i realized everything i really wanted to do while i was hear had now been accomplished...my list wasnt long but seeing a game was the last on it and a championship match made it all the better...but next time im picking sides.
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