I remember they
used to show the 1986 Brazil-France game a few times a year. The commentator would repeatedly say like "و
اینجاست که فوتبال به بسکتبال تبدیل میشود"
My memory of the game when it happened was like this: One morning I was
on Pasdaran Street on my way to Samar Institute waiting for a taxi. As
various cars zoomed by a man approached and passed me. After he had
gotten behind me, almost as an afterthought he called out to me and
said, “Brazil got eliminated.” I wasn’t sure how he figured I was a
Brazil supporter (but then again a large portion of Iran was) and it
didn’t matter that he was a total stranger. I grilled him for more
information.
“Yeah they’re out. They lost to France. Zico missed a penalty during the game. They ended up losing on penalty kicks.”
Once I got to school I shared the information with my fellow students
although some of them had already heard the news. Ardi approached me
with a suggestion.
“Now that Brazil is out I think we should probably route for Argentina.”
I wasn’t sure whether I was in denial or simply not familiar with the
format of the World Cup. “It’s just one loss. They can still make up for
it and win the whole thing.”
Michailovic pushed his glasses back and sighed. “The following numbers are being released. ”The numbers came spitting out of Michailovic’s mouth, resembling in more ways than one a madman with a machine gun in a massacre. Hardly anyone showed any reaction, making it impossible to tell whether they were shot or not. The notable exceptions were a couple of smiles breaking out here and there as some numbers were being skipped. As the list carried on, Callahan realized that before long it would be zooming in at an alarming rate on his proximity. Callahan had no idea who those ahead of him were, but he could see that none of them were making the cut. He considered it good, after all the more gone before him, the higher his chances were. He looked up at Michailovic, almost trying to read his lips before the words were spat out. “116.” Callahan looked around, trying to identify the holder of this number. However, no one was responding. “117.” C...
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