Gooseberry Match # 5: Belgium-USA 2-1 – International Football

Salvador, The next day. July 2, 2014.

One day to enjoy, recover from the tension of the previous day. The day begins at the beach. It is strange for us to have so many people on a weekday on Wednesday. We immediately think of a somewhat vivid description of an American who lived in Rio for three years. “There are three types of Brazilians,” he said. “The bad guys, the ones in the south and the ones in the north. The worst are the fraudsters, the corrupt, who convert their currencies into dollars and pay them into the United States through foreign asylums. They travel to Miami, where they live in luxury, occasionally traveling on private planes to their homeland. The ‘new’ rich are the ones we see in the stadiums of Brazil’s matches. Whites only. ‘

Tanning on the beach

‘The second type is Sao Paulo or Rio Grande do Sul. They accuse Brazilians of wanting to work hard and not wanting others. The third type comes from the north, where it is wonderfully warm – even in the middle of winter: recife, fortaleza, salvador, … there they like, according to the clich, only one thing: the beach to lie on. ‘

Well, that’s right, let’s see on July 2nd. They are there, on the beach, in bulk. They play football, sunbathe, play, swim, and have fun. We do it again from the Red Devils victory the night before.

Later in the day someone tells us why they are: Bahia celebrates its independence. On July 2, 1823, the last Portuguese invader left the land. Firm. It is celebrated every year with a day off. Sense of patriotism. Where better to do it than the beach?

Especially when it is hot. A degree or 27, and not a cloud in the sky. Unfortunately there were no press photographers at the time because what we saw on the edge of a bay was a picture of the World Cup. Not on the domain yet.

We will try to describe it to you as best we can. Imagine the waves of the ocean breaking on the rocks on the beach. A small pond between the beach and those rocks.

Instagram is not a beautiful beach, do not think of such a paradise. Lots of rubbish, rubbish, wood, and benches in the dyke saw the best days. From the poorly maintained playgrounds in Belgium, to those wooden benches, you know that a slot in the seat area is broken in half.

‘Crianças’ on the beach. Small children, throwing in the sand, swimming in the pool. A lot of men make noise too. Around them are a dozen cans of Brahma beer. One stood upright, its back to the water. Sweating. He planted a wooden fight in the sand and had a small barbecue on it. A famous cooking pot. Then he shot the sausages. At his feet was a gigantic refrigerator, which he used incessantly.

Earstay the barbecue Brazilian style: Don’t forget the chef’s drink. He had a big belly that swelled at the hem of his swimming shorts.

Queen of Bahia

Going a little further, some young men were hanging around parked cars. They also have beer cans on hand. Very relaxed. One of the cars, the bright yellow of the boomcar type. Loud music system on wheels. With us, techno usually sounds through the windows, with wonderful dance music with them. Brazilian concerts To live, Live.

Are you with us? Loud music on the beach, a group of young people laughing and dancing, mixed with girls and boys, a few more young people a little further on the sand, a frying meat. Everything evokes the rhythm of the music. The sound of waves breaking in the background.

That’s when our eyes fell on her. She belonged to the group that was on the beach, but stood a little distance twenty meters away. On her island. A thin toe, young, slender, built into a bikini with fine threads.

Suddenly she began to dance, and it was through those movements that she attracted attention. From everyone on that beach, young and old. She began to dance slowly to the beat of the music. As it swelled, she intensified, shaking something from her thighs and abdomen, and you and I could only bow our heads. Alone, she looked out to sea, a trance.

Gradually, life around her became quieter. We watched breathlessly. She, the sea, the music.

Queen of Bahia.

Life could have been better The next day Those competitive and extensions with dozens of opportunities, really don’t exist.

We were allowed to finish the World Cup there.

Salvador, the next day. July 2, 2014. A day to enjoy, recover from the tension of the previous day. The day begins at the beach. It is strange for us to have so many people on a weekday on Wednesday. We immediately think of a somewhat vivid description of an American who lived in Rio for three years. “There are three types of Brazilians,” he said. “The bad guys, the ones in the south and the ones in the north. The worst are the fraudsters, the corrupt, who convert their currencies into dollars and pay them into the United States through foreign asylums. They travel to Miami, where they live in luxury, occasionally traveling on private planes to their homeland. The ‘new’ rich are the ones we see in the stadiums of Brazil’s matches. The second type is Sao Paulo or Rio Grande do Sul. They accuse Brazilians of wanting to work hard and not wanting others. The third type comes from the north, where it is wonderfully warm – even in the middle of winter: recife, fortaleza, salvador, … there they like, according to the clich, only one thing: the beach to lie on. ‘Well, that’s right, let’s see on July 2nd. They are there, on the beach, in bulk. They play football, sunbathe, play, swim, and have fun. We do it again from the Red Devils victory the night before. Only later does someone tell us why they exist: Bahia celebrates its independence. On July 2, 1823, the last Portuguese invader left the land. Firm. It is celebrated every year with a day off. Sense of patriotism. Where better to do it than the beach? Especially when it’s hot. A degree or 27, and not a cloud in the sky. Unfortunately there were no press photographers at the time because what we saw on the edge of a bay was a picture of the World Cup. Not on the domain yet. We will try to describe it to you as much as possible. Imagine the waves of the ocean breaking on the rocks on the beach. A small pond between the beach and those rocks. Instagram is not a beautiful beach, do not think of such a paradise. Lots of rubbish, rubbish, wood, and benches in the dyke saw the best days. You know them from the poorly maintained playgrounds in Belgium, from those wooden benches that were half broken into a slot in the sitting area. ‘Crianças’ on the beach. Small children, throwing in the sand, swimming in the pool. A lot of men make noise too. Around them are a dozen cans of Brahma beer. One stood upright, its back to the water. Sweating. He planted a wooden fight in the sand and had a small barbecue on it. A famous cooking pot. Then he shot the sausages. At his feet was a gigantic refrigerator, which he used incessantly. Lesson 1 Barbecue Brazilian style: Do not forget the chef’s drink. He had a huge belly that swelled at the edge of his swimming shorts. A little further on, some young men hung around parked cars. They also have beer cans on hand. Very relaxed. One of the cars, the bright yellow of the boomcar type. Loud music system on wheels. With us, techno usually sounds through the windows, with wonderful dance music with them. Brazilian music shows ao vivo, live. Are you there Loud music on the beach, a group of young people laughing and dancing, mixed with girls and boys, a few more young people a little further on the sand, a frying meat. Everything evokes the rhythm of the music. The sound of the waves breaking in the background. That’s when our eyes fell on her. She belonged to the group that was on the beach, but stood a little distance twenty meters away. On her island. A thin toe, young, slender, tied with fine threads in a bikini. Suddenly she began to dance, and it was those movements that caught her attention. From everyone on that beach, young and old. She began to dance slowly to the beat of the music. As it swelled, she intensified, shaking something from her thighs and abdomen, and you and I could only bow our heads. Alone, she looked out to sea, a trance. Gradually, life around her became quieter. We watched breathlessly. She, the sea, the music. Queen of Bahia. Life, the day after that match, and those extensions with dozens of opportunities didn’t really make much sense. We were allowed to finish the World Cup there.