France Fans: Where Were You a Year Ago Today?
So where were you one year ago today?
Yes, it was a year ago. The World Cup final. We were all watching as the game played itself out, with all the drama and trauma and excitement and violence that the promoters had hoped for/feared.
I was down in Oregon for my husband’s nephew’s wedding (which was on Saturday, the day before the WC final.) I very graciously and gallantly insisted that no, don’t worry about me, I don’t really need to see my favorite team in the universe play in the final. No, I don’t need to watch the final game of my favorite player. No, really. I’ll be…sniff…just fine.
My husband, intelligent man that he is, saw through me. Which is how I ended up sitting in a Red Robin restaurant in a Portland suburb for three hours — a restaurant so fantastic that they even had the World Cup final playing on TVs in the bathrooms. I spent the entire time trying to simultaneously pay attention to the game (over my mother-in-law’s shoulder) and listen to my sister-in-law and mother-in-law as they chatted about the wedding. I don’t think I was very good company.
What do you remember most about the game? (Besides the headbutt.)
I remember Thierry Henry nearly getting knocked out just a few minutes after the start of the game. I remember that I missed both goals — we were in transit from the hotel to the restaurant. By the time we got there, the score was 1-1. And I remember how much I hurt for David Trezeguet after the missed penalty. I remember how I couldn’t stand to watch any of the post-game.
And yes, I remember the headbutt. We couldn’t hear what was going on, so we weren’t sure why play had stopped. It all happened far off the ball, so they had to go back and find the feed from the camera that had been on Zidane and Materazzi. The first time they showed it, I felt like I was the one who’d been knocked off my feet with a head to the chest. I turned to my older son, who was watching with me, and stuttered for a minute or so. “That was… Did you see… Isn’t that… No, it can’t be!” But, alas, it was.
The game went on after that, but it felt over. When Trezeguet missed that penalty, it was almost an anticlimax.
And then we drove home, and I spent the next few weeks obsessively collecting YouTube videos and reading everything I could find on what and why. For some reason it was important that I understand. But I’m still not sure that I do.
But I ended up even more obsessed with French football than ever. And now here I am, writing this blog.
I posted this video back in January, but I thought this would be a good time to post it again. Partly because it’s the anniversary and partly because my comments were down when I posted it before, and I never got the opportunity to hear what you thought of it. It’s the first interview Zidane gave after the World Cup final, in French, but with subtitles. Oh, and click here for a link to a video loop of the headbutt, replaying endlessly…
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http://www.theoffside.com Bob
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Mac
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http://lyon.theoffside.com Inara
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wushugene
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Michael Claus
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Gianluigi Donadoni
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ZidaneHenryFrance
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http://lyon.theoffside.com Inara
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azzurro
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Jo
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Francois
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http://france.worldcupblog.org Laurie
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skillz
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Francois
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sandrahn
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skillz
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Francois

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