Why Everton? I asked. “I had no other option, I was born into it.” John is a friend. He was born in Liverpool, a genuine fan, and couldn’t even speak properly when he was taken to the Everton ground for the first time. Ever since, he is a die-hard. Rarely I saw him dressed in something else but in one of many Everton shirts he … Continue reading EVERTON, JOHN
Why Argentina? I asked. “My friend gave it to me as a gift.” I was turning around a street corner occupied by a bank (it almost always is) when through the dark glass, inside, I saw an Argentinian shirt at the ATM machine. As I was waiting I thought how all the national team shirts I met so far are South American. But out came … Continue reading Argentina, Yasir
Why Al-Sadd? I asked. “I played handball for the same club.” I had to look it up. Al-Sadd Club is a Qatari sport club, from Doha. It was established only in the 1960’s by four students who were good at football and didn’t want to join any other team, so they started their own. It was wonderful to meet Waleed who used to play handball for Al-Sadd … Continue reading AL-SADD, WALEED
Why Bayern? I asked, astounded. “Because of Ribéry, he’s our favourite player.” I was some 50m behind them when I notice two large number 7 walking away. The whole street was shiny red. I increased my walking speed thinking of the best way to approach them, to make sure they agree to be photographed. I can’t miss this opportunity, I thought. But suddenly they stopped … Continue reading BAYER MUNICH, MARIO and SAMUEL
Why Chelsea? I asked. “I don’t know, I just like Chelsea.” Sometimes we simply don’t know why we favour a particular team over all the others. Especially if that team is Chelsea; I would imagine it can be hard to come up with a good reason, unless one was born around Stamford Bridge. This nice fellow Eric is from Toronto though, and only visiting Montreal. When … Continue reading CHELSEA, ERIC
Why Mexico? I asked. “I am Mexican.” I spotted the shirt coming my way but wasn’t initially sure whose jersey was it. The absence of any advertisement meant it was a national team jersey but from the distance I couldn’t see the emblem well. It turned out to be the latest Mexican away shirt, simple and beautiful. When I asked Omar to spell his name … Continue reading Mexico, Omar
Why Željo? I asked. “Because you told me so dad!” I can’t fit into this shirt anymore, but I doubt I’ll ever meet anyone else walking one of these in Montreal, so I asked my daughter if she would wear it, for the camera. She kindly agreed. Back in the old days when I lived in Sarajevo I could see Željezničar‘s stadium Grbavica from my room. Up … Continue reading ŽELJEZNIČAR, HANNA
Why Man United? I asked. “I studied in England and a local friend was a supporter so I got into it as well.” Finally a day when I had time to purposely hit the streets in search for the people in their jerseys. It was a beautiful day, perfect for showing the colors of one’s favourite team. But they were nowhere to be found. More … Continue reading MANCHESTER UNITED, COREY
Why Brasil? I asked. “My name is Moreira.” When I spotted a Brazilian shirt coming down the street I briefly debated if I should include in this series the people wearing a national team shirt. But Mr. Moreira was too good looking to let him pass by. I stopped him as he walked by me with his family. Our brief conversation revealed that Mr. Moreira … Continue reading Brazil, Moreira
Why Real? I asked. “That’s my team, man, even before Zidane started playing there.” I met Kianoosh just around the block after I left my house, a perfect scenario, before I got lost in the city. Just like Tania, the other Real Madrid footballista, he really wanted to show how confident he is about the club he supports. He held the index finger upright on every single photo I … Continue reading REAL MADRID, KIANOOSH
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