Iced watermelon and iced lemon tea. Beer and BBQ. Hot pants and flip flops. Sunglasses and bikinis. Bright sun and pouring rain. First kiss and lovelorn. Truth or Dare. Excursions and rock concerts. Huanzhugege and the legend of the new white lady.
But every four years, all of these things have to be put aside. In what seems like a split second, everyone around you is swept up in a big wave, people talking on TV, through the Internet, walking on the road, sitting in bars, waiting for the bus, between work, talking eagerly With all the minutiae about one football about 32 teams.
Summer is here.
As you can see in this documentary. Sweat, tears, starters, benches, cheers, frustration, crowds outside the hotel, crowds outside the bus, frolic in the locker room, little notes before the penalty shootout.
Winners and losers, naked in front of you. Everyone is trying their best to snatch, that is summer.
It's a documentary about a certain team that summer, and there's no question that it's neither objective nor unreal, it just tickles your itch with the camera, and then evades it when you half-squint to say the point.
This isn't a documentary for fake fans, and it's not about a team full of idols. There is neither a long nor a CC among them, and a thin girl with a delicate waist and a soft waist that is easy to be pushed down. The former captain is a bear with long legs and hips. Now the captain and mascot is a squirrel of cos LOLI. There is a squirrel who likes to be handsome and cute, but he looks like a wild boar. Out, the representatives of the youth school are often said to be very tender and tender, but they can obviously take on the role of the elf mouse little brother, and finally, finally, they are arched out as a prince. . . So much so that the team fought to the death on the court, and the media most talked about was the coach who threw the bottle on the sidelines.
This isn't a documentary for old fans, and it's not about a so-called traditional powerhouse. They're not good at turning, they're not good at handling the ball, they're not good at coming from behind. The most terrible thing is that they're not good at live performances. Oh no, there is a veteran who is said to be an acrobatics enthusiast. How do you think he scored a goal to perform a backflip.
Such a team that is neither an idol nor a strength, has never had a foreign commentator shout for it "Long live XXX, XXX is not fighting alone", but is constantly scolded by the so-called senior fans. What do you like about him?
You're alone in a rented house, and after watching a romantic comedy, you admit that the director and writer are all SB. You slacken your shoulders to take a shower and squat on the toilet for a while, killing a cockroach by the way. You wipe your hair with a towel and grab a can of beer from the fridge, only to find you're out of cigarettes. You froze for a moment and wondered if you wanted to go to the gate of the community to buy a pack, but the players had already entered the field on the TV, and the game was about to start.
You finally sat down, calmly, carefully, and calmly, and watched a game, including the midfielder's advertisement and the commentator's face. If you win, you smile; if you lose, you cry. At this moment you are not in Munich, you are not in Hamburg, you are not outside Cologne Cathedral, you are just sitting in front of the TV in your rented house, looking at a few empty beer cans and a pack of deflated cigarette casings, calm on the outside and surging inside.
Your clenched fists slowly loosen, and after taking the last sip of beer, you decide to go to sleep. In your dream, you are gossiping with a group of people, "If you spray less hairspray, you will die." . . Suddenly someone asked, "Which team do you like the most?"
You woke up from your dream, your eyes widened, and the black and white No. 13 jersey was still in your hand. Now he belongs to a little friend. You say "it's none of your business" and turn around and go back to sleep.
You know why in your heart, and you can't tell why.
There may be no more people in this world, but at least one team is worth waiting for four years.
At the time of writing this review, the young team has completed yet another unfinished fairy tale during the South African winter. I feel like my head is going to explode.
But for another four years, I still have to wait.
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