BARCELONA, JOHN

Why Barca? I asked. “I hate Barcelona. My club is Chelsea.” In front of a local carwash, this Labour day early morning, John and his two colleagues were waiting for the first customers to arrive. As I passed by I just said “Nice shirt” with my thumbs up. “No, not really.” he replied to my surprise. After he told me that Chelsea is his team I asked, obviously, why … Continue reading BARCELONA, JOHN

VENEZUELA, BORIS

Why Venezuela? I asked. “A friend from the States sent it to me as a gift. He liked Chavez and sympathized with Venezuela while Chavez was still alive.” Venezuela’s national team, nicknamed La Vinotinto, has never qualified for the World Cup. I imagine, there is not much space for football in the nation crazy about baseball. But La Vinotinto jersey made it all the way to … Continue reading VENEZUELA, BORIS

ITALY, LUCIANO

Why Italy? I asked. “I’m from Italy. Actually not from Italy, I’m from Brazil. But my ancestors are from Italy” At Tutty’s, sovereign behind a cashier he operates, Luciano smiles. Italy just won against England in an unexpectedly entertaining match and Andrea Pirlo, a football genius in the body of priest, or vice versa, is on TV. The largely empty restaurant in a small street … Continue reading ITALY, LUCIANO

STOKE CITY, KOFFI

Why Stoke City? I asked. “I like Stoke.” Then, after I insisted on more, he added “I like them all (teams), I like football.” Which explains it all. It was the first time I met someone wearing the Potters‘ jersey and I was trilled. Koffi and his family arrived to Montreal, from Ivory Coast, only two months ago. I quickly reminded him how Bosnia and Herzegovina beat Ivory Coast … Continue reading STOKE CITY, KOFFI