The Fan Without A Country
11 June 2010I’m a kind of a me-too football fan. When everyone else gets excited, I do too. The European Championship, the World Cup – that’s the kind of football I get into. Small doses of positive nationalism. At least that’s pretty much the way it’s been. Up until now that is. The World Cup 2010 is different. It’s simply missing that something “special”, that dose of uncontrollable… anticipation… And more specifically, it’s lacking a team to cheer for.
You see, the Swedish team didn’t make the cut this time around. And looking back, they really didn’t deserve it either. But that’s another story. And even if Scandinavians usually feel a slight sense of pride when one of our neighbours performs well in an international competition, there is no way in hell that I’m going to support the Danish team. They are after all the ones who won, I mean took, Sweden’s slot. Buggers.
So I’ve had to weigh my options. Now my girlfriend is from Brazil, and they always do well. High-spirited fans, Pelé, a real football nation. But then, Brazil’s the team that everyone who doesn’t know anything about football cheers for. Brazilians excluded of course. So I’ve crossed them off my list.
Then there’s Germany. Just so there’s no misunderstanding, that’s where I currently live and work. But at times it feels more like a tour-of-duty in the trenches than a place to call home. So sorry guys, it’s just not happening. But wait! There’s always that fact of life called citizenship. Besides my Swedish passport, I have an American one as well. But honestly, American football is something completely different and American soccer is something for moms in minivans, not footie fans. So my options are thinning out…
Luckily, there were two Swedes in the running. Well, sort of. Sven-Göran Eriksson is coaching the team from the Ivory Coast and Lars Lagerbäck is the coach for the Nigerians. And since I know absolutely nothing about either of those teams, let alone those countries, they too have been crossed off my list. However, there’s still hope. My family and relatives live in Switzerland and the little nation of Alpine bankers actually made it to the World Cup. Now there’s a possibility. Not. Switzerland is a beautiful country, but c’mon… They can ski, they can curl, but football is a hard game to play on mountainous slopes.
So finally I came to the conclusion that I am left with no other option than to adopt a country. A team to cheer for, a flag to wave.
And to all my German co-worker’s horror, I raised my gaze and looked west. Just over the border to be exact. The Netherlands. The country that gave us Johan Cruijff and the belief that orange is in fact a primary colour. And more importantly, the archenemy of German football. Which of course simply adds to the excitement…
