Emotions
I have reported in these pages how sport can (and should be) a source of deep emotions for both practitioners and fans. Passion, thrill, deception, excitement... You name it. During the Olympics in London back in 2012, I had the chance to live some such a vibration first hand. Even today, listening to the French national Anthem, La Marseillaise, sung by a jam-packed Copper Box after the Olympic victory of the handball team still triggers a shiver up my spine. It is patriotism, pride, happiness and bucket loads of other emotions that are intertwined and anchored in my psyche. Proust had madeleines... I have a sport achievement.
A cup full of excitement
I will spend some time to discuss the profound connection that the Brit have to football, and how they differ so much from other nations with that respect. But today, I wanted to share another concentrate of emotion with this Chilean video. You may remember those miners who got trapped underground a few years back. Under the scrutiny of the entire country, they united and survived death. Today they unite again to epitomise the nation's hope with regards to their national team in the World Cup. The Chilean team is facing the world champions and the vice-champions, Spain and Netherlands, and inherited of what is nicknamed the Group of the Death... Something way to familiar for the miners. Watch and enjoy what a well written speech can do... A deep emotion!
19.6.14
9.6.14
The Franco-British paradox
Edit: a few more additions on 9/06/14
The lists.
You have certainly come across some lists that define whether you are or not a Londoner, a Parisian, a Russian... I have even published one here a year ago. And yet, although these lists rely on facts and clichés I totally buy into, I have also realised that after two years in the UK, I had not completely blended in. Not yet. And in fact, I am still enjoying my differences and am even building upon it.
That led me to think about what we call in French "Les combles" of a non-English in the UK. This is hard to translate a concept, but it would be the "heights" if my faithful dictionary is accurate. A "comble" is something pushed to the absurd limit, something over the top... The following is a list, which will certainly expand thanks to your comments and suggestion, of the heights of being a non-assimilated alien in the UK. Some are a bit far-fetched, yet you will pardon your humble servant.
Statement or reality.
So as a matter of fact, you indeed know that you are not assimilated in the UK when:
The lists.
You have certainly come across some lists that define whether you are or not a Londoner, a Parisian, a Russian... I have even published one here a year ago. And yet, although these lists rely on facts and clichés I totally buy into, I have also realised that after two years in the UK, I had not completely blended in. Not yet. And in fact, I am still enjoying my differences and am even building upon it.
That led me to think about what we call in French "Les combles" of a non-English in the UK. This is hard to translate a concept, but it would be the "heights" if my faithful dictionary is accurate. A "comble" is something pushed to the absurd limit, something over the top... The following is a list, which will certainly expand thanks to your comments and suggestion, of the heights of being a non-assimilated alien in the UK. Some are a bit far-fetched, yet you will pardon your humble servant.
Statement or reality.
So as a matter of fact, you indeed know that you are not assimilated in the UK when:
- You wear flip-flops in Wellington
- You kick a football in Rugby
- You take a shower in Bath
- You spread mustard in Worchester
- You look for ancient ruins in NewCastle
- You get a speeding ticket in Slough
- You finish a book in Reading
- You shot a revolver in Winchester
- You go bankrupt in Sale
- You remain a virgin in Middlesex
- You keep on eating chips in Dumfries
- You play snooker in Poole
- You sell Biafine in Blackburn
- You breed pitbulls in Yorkshire
- You grow potates in Leek
- You get nailed in Hammersmith
- You lay back in Hastings (courtesy of Mel Cason)
- You get screwed in Cork (sorry, not in the UK, but could not skip that one)
- You are constipated in Waterloo
- You are seedless in Braintree
- You dismount in Ryde
- You refuse to march in Marlow
- You are a headstone cutter in Livingston
- You are immaculate in Staines
- You never excel in Chartwell (special tribute to Microsoft-fans)
- You are a veggan in Egham
- You don't do a great job in Pipewell (bit kinky this one, and need to speak French to get it)
- You are a clueless inspector in Leeds
- You are trading bleech in Blackpool
- You are running in Woking
- You get stuck in Stape
- You get a mute audience in Acklam
- You own a dermatological firm in Hitchin
- You fly the gay pride flag in Grays
- You are hacker in IPswich (sorry for the geekery)
- You forget your teddy in Sheringham
- You are feeding the ducks in Swanage
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