When I was a little kid soccer was everything to me, posters on the wall, and the apex was Brazil. I dreamed of driving a Ferrari across western Europe, long hair streaming, and scoring goals like Pele,Socrates, Ziko, Maradona or the Italian Rossi. But in the world of averages, I was the worst grade, just average. I could run fast and long and had strong legs to score goal from half field( did this a few times) but the technique of fast dribbling wasn’t there…. A couple of my friends were smoking and drinking but when Sunday came, they were far better than me, no matter how hard I tried.
This Saturday I’ll be in neighboring country to the World Cup, in Argentina. I’ve been feeling that my favors have switched to Argentina, that amazing country. Looking forward to screaming at the screen with my hunting guide friends at the lodge. Part of this week’s written itinerary includes watching World Cup games during the siesta hours, very sensible of them. My kids are playing soccer now in Montana, both with and without me, and building their own dreams. Happy Summer solstice for all of you, I’ll have another winter one! Goooooool.