This is from KidTwo's online journal. If she wasn't my daughter, I would be annoyed that she is so much better a writer than I am, but since she is my daughter, I am just disgustingly proud. Truly. I am so sanctimoniously smug over her talent, it is sickening. Any of you out there who are publishers, you should publish my daughter. She is a hoot.
KidTwo is living in Colombia with her Ecuadorean daddy, who is a naturalized American citizen working out of the U.S. Embassy in Bogota. As you can see, she is fiercely loyal to Ecuador. The apologetic aside is to our Chilean cousin, Anke, who unless Hell has frozen over was almost certainly also watching the game from this side of the equator and rooting for Chile, apologizing mentally to KidTwo all the while for so doing.
Isn't my KidTwo cute? I left her picture in as a treat.
And here is her entry:
Let’s try something new.
Live blogging the soccer game!
First notes, pre-game: Looks like it’s cold; everyone is wearing windbreakers. Can’t tell if it’s raining or not. I don’t think it is, everyone’s hair is too nice. Hey, the Chilean team is pretty cute—BUT YOU CAN’T PROVE I SAID THAT. Fuerza Ecuador! Everyone knows my heart belongs to Cristian Mora. Unfortunately he’s not playing. Why not? Too distracting with his beauty? You’d think they could use that as a weapon. No one wants to kick a ball at that pretty face. Ahh, he’s playing for El Nacional this year. Poop.
That was an impressive slide, Ecuadorian Player Whose Number I Couldn’t Read Because You Just Slid Three Yards On The Turf. He didn’t even kick the ball, I don’t think.
I’m not going to be very good at this. I really don’t know anything about futból other than kick the ball across the field & make it in the goal, don’t use your hands, and for the love of God don’t beat up on the other players .
Hot damn! Chile’s #18 just got yellow-carded, three minutes and forty-five seconds into the game. Is this how it’s going to be, Chile? What happened to sportsmanship? I missed what happened, but the ref really didn’t look happy. Neither did #18 but at least he didn’t push it.
Oh way to respond, Ecuador. One of our players just got called out for grabbing a Chileno’s shoulder.
Have you heard the amazing joke? It goes like this: “Five percent of Ecuador’s population is black, and all of them are on the soccer team.” It’s true, I did the math.
No! Get the ball away from the Chileans! HEY STOP GRABBING, #1. Chileno #1 just got called out for grabbing and shoving Ecuadoran #18. Before that incident it had been a great set of passes by the Chilean team.
Chilean #9 just hit the ball with his hands. Frustrating when that happens, because he didn’t mean to, he just—Ecua #15 seems to think he’s been tripped, he’s sitting on the ground looking frustrated, but the referee jogged past him with hardly a second glance. Back in the game, #15. Anyway, Chilean #9
OOOO that was close. Ecua #10 just barely missed a goal. We’re doing quite well keeping the ball on our half of the field.
ANYWAY, Chilean #9 got hit in the chest with the ball and in putting his arms out to avoid touching it, he actually made a little slide out of his forearms, and the ball hit his hands. That happened yesterday to one of the Colombian players.
Ecua #15 just fell down again, again with the frustrated look. Again with the ref ignoring him. People who complain that soccer is so dramatic with all of the rolling around on the ground for a minor bump on the knee have a point. Yesterday the stupid Paraguayans fell down like six times in the last few minutes of the game, just to waste time. Stupid Paraguayans.
Ooh, we were just heading towards what could have been a goal but Chilean #15 (or maybe 18) did an impressive little slidey bit and knocked the ball out of bounds.
Chilean #3, Cereceda, just got yellow-carded, about 11 minutes into the game. He grabbed Ecua #8’s hand, causing him to trip and fall.
Ooo, oo no no no! Close, Chilean #9 just overshot the ball; it went soaring over the net.
Haha, I don’t know how that happened but there was just a bit of confusion with the announcers—“Cerecero passes to so-and-so—oh, there appears to have been two balls on the terrain at the same time.” They kicked the extra ball off the field.
Soccer player heads seem to be so bouncy. Hmm, a Chilean infraction; Ecuador is getting a free kick. Blocked by the Chilean team.
I quite like this game, the referee is terribly unsympathetic. Players are falling and rolling all over the place and he has yet to stop the game over one of them.
Dan! Ecua #16 just overshot a goal. It was almost so perfect, too.
Ecua #7 has just taken a nasty spill; Chileans #18, #17, and now #4 are consulting very earnestly with the referee. They’ve just replayed it; Chilean #4 slid hardcore and kicked Ecua #7 in the knee. He’s just been red-carded. The Chileans are not happy; #7 is still on the ground and the Ecuadorian Red Cross is attending to him. The Chilean coach does not look happy. #4, Ismael Fuentes, has left the field. He hasn’t gone to join his team—he’s in a little cage, looking forlorn. I don’t see what’s become of Ecua #7. We got another free kick and off we go.
Ecua #15 just overshot a goal. Puta. We’re at 22 minutes and 0-0.
Chilean #14, Fernandes, has just been switched for #5, Contreras. It seems awfully early for him to have been switched, and I haven’t seen him misbehaving. Is this a sneaky tactic? Ecuador is banking on Chile being susceptible to the altitude and tiring quickly; our game plan is speed, and lots of it.
Ecua #11 just missed a goal; it passed the net by about two feet. That was an intense little shuffle getting them within kicking range—oh come on. Ecua #3 just got a yellow card, at 26 minutes in, for shoving Chilean #9 in the shoulder. Chilean #9 is making agonized faces. Oh, I can see why, they’ve just replayed it—Ecua #3, Iván Hurtado, shoved him in the back of the head, actually, and #9 skidded face first on the turf. That was absolutely deliberate; frankly I’m a bit surprised Ecua #3 didn’t get red-carded for it. Chile got a free kick and overshot it. Good thing for us; he’d hit it at an angle we wouldn’t have been able to block.
Ecua #16—hot damn. Chilean #7, Alexis Sánchez, just got yellow-carded for pushing Ecua #16 out of the way as he was coming up on a kick; #16 tripped and rolled. The Ecuadorans were not happy about that one. Chile’s got three yellow cards and one red card; Ecuador has one yellow card. Behave!
Haha! This just in from the announcer: “Son my pequeñitos, son muy agiles.” We are a tiny, agile people, that’s right.
Fifteen minutes left in the first half. We have a song for this, it goes “Faltan quince minutos, quince minutos, quince minutos! Faltan quince minutos!” It’s a good song.
Chilean #11 is rolling on the ground yelling and grabbing his ribs. What happened? Ecua #15 was just going for the goal, kicked the ball, Chilean #11 got in the way and the ball hit him hard in the side. I think he’s being a bit overly dramatic.
Hijo de PUTA! Oh my God, that was so close. Ecuador hit the ball and it went in the net, it was past the metal bit by about an inch when the Chilean goalie jumped up and grabbed it. The Ecuadoran team isn’t happy about this but it sure got the crowd in a frenzy. We’ve just overshot the goal again; #14 kicked it too high. Stop it. Stop overshooting goals. The net is not twenty feet tall.
Infraction. Chilean #9 doesn’t look happy. They’ve replayed it and I don’t see what the problem is; an Ecua and a Chileno were going for the ball, the Chileno tripped and fell and the Ecua tripped over him. Which is what happens when people fall in front of you and you’re running on wet turf, you fall over them.
Ecua #11 just got yellow-carded, and he’s arguing with the referee. He’s quite hotheaded, #11, he got pretty angry when he missed a goal. Arguing with the referee is not a wise move on his part, it’s pretty clear that he grabbed Chilean #9 by both shoulders, hitting him in the back of the knees. Chilean #9 fell down backwards. That looked like it hurt. He’s staying in the game, though—#9 is quite a trooper!
It’s definitely raining. Rain, rain, rain.
Chilean #8 has fallen, he got run into by one of the Ecuadorans, I think #14. They got a bit tangled up in the arms but it was just an accident, they’d been running towards each other after the ball and got stuck. The Chilean coach is making angry faces and hand movements but the ref isn’t calling anyone on it.
Oh! The Ecuadorans just made an impressive recovery; we’d had it on our side of the field when the Chileans snuck it out from under us and were yards away from the goal when one of the Ecuas ran up and got the ball back with a very delicate bit of footwork. He got the ball straight out from under the Chilean without kicking him. Good job, Ecuadoran Whose Number I Did Not Catch Because I Was Watching Your Feet.
We just barely missed two goals within thirty seconds; the first, #14 kicked the ball and the goalie happened to be in the perfect position to bounce it away with his hands. Another Ecuadoran came up and kicked the ball and it overshot by about a foot.
We’ve just traded Ecua #14, Castillo, for #8, Urrutia. #8 crossed himself about five times as he ran onto the field.
We’re doing really well as far as possession, we’re keeping the ball more or less in the middle or our side of the field, but the Chileans just are not giving us the breathing room to properly aim a goal. Good for them, I guess, except I want them to lose (nothing personal, Anke, under all other circumstances I heartily cheer for Chile).
We’re going into overtime. There’s a bit of a scuffle going on here, Ecua #11 tripped and fell after a Chilean overshot a run and knocked into him. He is absolutely furious and his teammates are calming him down. It was an accident, and they are just wasting time making a fuss about it. Although we did get a free kick out of it. Overshot. Seriously, the net is not that high. The nets have always been as high as they are. Nothing has changed.
Halftime. Papá just called to make sure I’m watching the game. Have I mentioned that I love my dad lately? He’s at the airport waiting to pick someone up, watching the game on TV, so he wasn’t calling to catch the score, he just wanted to make sure I’m watching, too. Of course I’m watching; I skipped a wedding to watch this game.
The score so far is zero-zero, of course, and Chile is trumping Ecuador as far as yellow and red cards, although Ecuador has committed more fouls—five to three, at last count. Paraguay has 20 points, Brasil and Argentina have 16, Chile has 14, Uruguay has 12, we have 10 (not 8, why did I think we have 8?), Colombia has 10, Bolivia has 8, and Venezuela and Perú have 7. I watched the tail end of the Venezuela-Brasil game before this started, and I’m sad I missed it—Brasil won 4-0. It must have been intense to watch.
They’re switching Chileans—#3 for #13. Sorry, I’ve not been tracking; we’re now 10 minutes into the second half but I was on the phone with Angela. We’re still zero-zero, the Ecuadorans are not doing their best.
Looks like a foul? Ecua #18 has just fallen down, one of the Chileans tripped him. It didn’t look deliberate to me; I imagine that the turf is slippery, but we’re getting a free kick for it. Ecuador and Chile now have six fouls each. We missed the goal by about two feet—come on, Ecuador.
Chile’s just traded #9, Suazo, for #16, Morales. I’m surprised they didn’t take him out of the game earlier, he kept getting beat up on or falling victim to gravity.
Ooh, Chile just came worryingly close to scoring; they were within yards of the goal when the ref blew the whistle. I suppose someone tripped someone or other.
Well that was random—for no reason that I can tell, they just switched to a full-screen photo of some black dude with the word “Air” printed diagonally on the screen. It stayed there for about two seconds, which is a big no-no: commercials are all put as sidebars or little squares up in the corner of the screen.
We just barely missed another goal. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Dad just called again, wondering why I haven’t called him to tell of any goals. He was disappointed to hear that there were no goals to call about, and pointed out what I failed to mention: Chile’s playing with one man out, because of that red card. Hmph.
Something has happened but I missed it, because I was eating delicious chicken nuggets. One of the Chilean players was looking angry on the screen (#11—he’s cute when he’s angry!) and Chile got a free kick.
#11 just accidentally kneed the Ecuadoran goalie in the head. WTF. He’d been running up to kick the ball, the goalie was running to grab the ball, the goalie reached it first, threw himself down and curled up around the ball, and Chilean #11 couldn’t stop in time (although he did try) and tripped over him with his knee. The goalie’s bleeding a bit, medics are putting cloth to his head. Looks like they’re about to wrap him up, like Angela when she had her ear surgery.
Aww! Their wrapping him up consisted of putting a cloth bandage on his head and securing it with a little net hat that’s knotted at the top, like a stocking cap. He looks precious. He also looks a bit irritated; it’s clear he just wants the game to proceed. Or maybe he’s irritated because he has a concussion—your guess is as good as mine. No foul was called; the game was restarted with a corner throw.
We are now 23 minutes into the second half. This is a very stressful game, if Ecuador doesn’t score soon I think my poor Papá will probably have a heart attack. Come ON, Ecuador! The chant goes like this: ECUADOR! *clap clap clap* ECUADOR! *clap clap clap* It’s very exciting, like a heartbeat, only it’s several thousand people cheering you on.
We’re getting frustratingly close to the goal but the Chileans keep all sliding up and kicking the ball out of bounds, or we over
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL! GOL! Gol de Ecuador, gol Ecuatoriano, gol! Corner kick to #11, who headbutted it straight into the net. GOL! One-zero Ecuador! Ecuador, clap clap clap!
Time to call Dad.
Close! Everyone was all up in the square but the Chilean goalie managed to kick it out of the way. Ecua #18 fell but I didn’t see why or what came of it because I’m on a hunt for a stupid phone that I can figure out how it works. Ooh, another close call with the goalie kicking it back out of the way. This game is something fierce.
Ecua #16 just got red-carded. I didn’t see what he did, I was talking to Dad; I think he kicked someone, though. It really didn’t look that bad, from the glimpse that I saw, the Chilean is still in the game. I don’t think it merited a red card, but what are you going to do.
Thirteen minutes left. Ooh, we were doing quite well there, all the Chileans were on the opposite side of the field and we were going for the goal when one swooped in and recovered the ball. Damn you, ball-stealer! Now we’re back. Passing. Headbutting. Headbutting to Chile? That seems counterproductive, Ecuadoran Player Whose Number I Did Not Catch.
That was a beautiful kick, halfway across the field but unfortunately not close enough; the Chilean goalie caught it easily. Ecua #18 has the ball, passed it to #8, who’s passed it to someone else, who’s passed it to #17, who’s passed it back to #8, who is passing it to a player on the wrong side of the field. Long kick to a player near the goal, who missed the goal; the ball hit the outside of the net.
The Ecuadoran goalie’s just stopped a goal. He looks so cute in his little net cap. We’ve got the ball, going for the—goddammit! Overshot the goal. It was almost perfect, the goalie tripped and fell out of the way, but the ball hit the ground and bounced over the net.
One of the Ecuadorans has just fallen—red card to Chile! Red and yellow card! Red card to Chilean #18, and yellow card to Chilean #11! I can’t see what number fell, the medics are all around him. He’s gotten back up; we got a free kick. One of the Chileans headbutted the ball out of bounds.
Yellow card! Yellow card to whom? They are playing a stupid commercial and it is getting in the way of my hearing the announcers. They just flashed to the ref looking very angry, and he finally held up a yellow card, but I don’t know to whom or why. The Ecuadoran goalie doesn’t look happy.
We’re switching players. We’ve switched #10 for #5. Why? Haven’t seen Ecua #10 doing much of anything. Maybe that’s why. They’re not showing the clock for some reason, but I’d estimate about five minutes left in the game, although I’m sure we’ll go into overtime.
Foul! Contreras tripped Ecua #11. We’re getting a free kick—missed. Damn. Another foul from the Chileans; Chilean #16 shoved Ecua #18, who fell and rolled. We got a free kick. OH! Close, so close! Hit the wrong side of the net & went out of bounds. Hot damn.
Thirty seconds left. Twenty. Fifteen. Ten. Five. Done, we’re in overtime. Ecua #7 has fallen. We’re getting three minutes overtime and a free kick. Ecua #18 is going for it. Dammit—overshot. We’ve got the ball. Ecua #15 has it—Chile recovered it. The Chilean coach is pretty pissed, he’s standing off to the sides shouting something. Why so angry? Chile’s got the ball on their side of the field, I don’t like this. Ecuador recovered! Go! Go! Ay, puta. Missed. Thirty seconds left. Our goalie’s head is bleeding down to his eyebrow.
And we’re done! Win! Ecuador one, Chile zero! And the crowd went wild.