Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Iran Vs Mexico
I was at a friend's house for the game with her father, mother, sister, and cousin. The game was going well in the first half, the defense was doing spectacular, the announcer(english speaking) was praising the Iranian team's progress against such a powerful foe and then guess what in the second half it was like they were given poison which they probably were. Rahman Rezaei was doing very well but because of that idiot Kaebi (who passed the ball to Mirzapour who then served the ball to Mexico for a second goal) ended up screwing up the game on the second goal as a result and eventually Iran loses 3-1 because their morale came down immediately after the second goal as it was the most pathetic event in the whole game and of course the end of it for Iran. I was upset because they were doing fairly well in defense holding back Mexico but in the second half the whole team had pulled back, weakened, and whoever gave the ball to Mirzapour (Kaebi) admittedly was a loser made obvious when he came in the first minute and threw himself (imitating a fall) and the referree just ignored him.
Well, when the game was five minutes to over, we decided that we weren't going to sit around and sulk because the Iranian team has some rule that it has to lose in the World Cup so that the people of Iran will be depressed for all time, so we left the house in her mom's car, music blasting, flags out and screaming and you know the biggest street in Tehran, Valli Asr was empty, everyone that we saw was upset and confused as to why we were having fun and enjoying this moment (so were we) and anyway, I think our car and two other cars totally turned the night around (in twenty minutes people had called other cars and there were hundreds packed in Valli Asr and the people shut down the street a mile north and south and danced and sang and lit firecrackers (it was awesome and I forgot my camera, silly) and anyway, people were chanting "mexico" to make a point that they would take sides with other countries if this was how they were going to play. Everyone was saying "we love mirzapour, and ali daei" meaning they would kick their asses if they saw them- ali daei pretty much owns half the team in terms of financial stakes (shareholder)
anyway. It was fun. and after two hours of dancing and singing and everyone laughing at such a funny night they brought in the antiriot police who tried to kick in people's doors and yelled "berin bebinam, chera vaistadin????????" and they were very violent (against young men's cars, scratching them with their heavy black boots leaving streaks of rubber) and that's when people slowed down because they could not just dance and sing in the face of these guys. so everyone began to leave since there were so many of them in black suits on black motorcylces- almost 20-(they ride motorcycles so that they can get between the cars and scare people) People went home waving flags and singing and laughing, but when we got home and I called around to see what was up in their neighborhoods the next day everyone was shocked that such a thing had occured (karaj, and other areas of Tehran were quiet and deserted)
The whole night in Valli Asr I saw a handful of people working for the government taking pictures and when we stopped one (dressed in casual clothes -as if he were a reporter) and talked to him asking "why are you taking pictures?" he answered "I don't know" and we asked for which newspaper or company he worked and he would not answer nor could he convince any of us what he was up to since he seemed to have constant trouble with his camera, trying to get it to work (obvious that he's not a professional)
Many young men that we talked to (between our car windows) were happy and without a doubt they were enjoying themselves but then girls that rode their cars like my friends and I also smiled and talked to us (which is fairly unusual for girls to do that to each other) and were friendly and encouraging each other to keep driving back and forth, dancing in our cars and although there was an air of anger and spite the people showed that they could not be stopped from enjoying the finer pleasures of life.
Well, when the game was five minutes to over, we decided that we weren't going to sit around and sulk because the Iranian team has some rule that it has to lose in the World Cup so that the people of Iran will be depressed for all time, so we left the house in her mom's car, music blasting, flags out and screaming and you know the biggest street in Tehran, Valli Asr was empty, everyone that we saw was upset and confused as to why we were having fun and enjoying this moment (so were we) and anyway, I think our car and two other cars totally turned the night around (in twenty minutes people had called other cars and there were hundreds packed in Valli Asr and the people shut down the street a mile north and south and danced and sang and lit firecrackers (it was awesome and I forgot my camera, silly) and anyway, people were chanting "mexico" to make a point that they would take sides with other countries if this was how they were going to play. Everyone was saying "we love mirzapour, and ali daei" meaning they would kick their asses if they saw them- ali daei pretty much owns half the team in terms of financial stakes (shareholder)
anyway. It was fun. and after two hours of dancing and singing and everyone laughing at such a funny night they brought in the antiriot police who tried to kick in people's doors and yelled "berin bebinam, chera vaistadin????????" and they were very violent (against young men's cars, scratching them with their heavy black boots leaving streaks of rubber) and that's when people slowed down because they could not just dance and sing in the face of these guys. so everyone began to leave since there were so many of them in black suits on black motorcylces- almost 20-(they ride motorcycles so that they can get between the cars and scare people) People went home waving flags and singing and laughing, but when we got home and I called around to see what was up in their neighborhoods the next day everyone was shocked that such a thing had occured (karaj, and other areas of Tehran were quiet and deserted)
The whole night in Valli Asr I saw a handful of people working for the government taking pictures and when we stopped one (dressed in casual clothes -as if he were a reporter) and talked to him asking "why are you taking pictures?" he answered "I don't know" and we asked for which newspaper or company he worked and he would not answer nor could he convince any of us what he was up to since he seemed to have constant trouble with his camera, trying to get it to work (obvious that he's not a professional)
Many young men that we talked to (between our car windows) were happy and without a doubt they were enjoying themselves but then girls that rode their cars like my friends and I also smiled and talked to us (which is fairly unusual for girls to do that to each other) and were friendly and encouraging each other to keep driving back and forth, dancing in our cars and although there was an air of anger and spite the people showed that they could not be stopped from enjoying the finer pleasures of life.
