“Excuse me. I cannot speak English but … I AM EXCITED. JAPAN!!!”
This traveling Japanese supporter in Dallas ahead of their match against Netherlands is so wholesome 🥹
One of the videos of the World Cup so far ❤️
🎥 @FOX4
🚨 Japan left their dressing room spotless after their match against the Netherlands. 👏
A tradition built on respect, discipline, and responsibility. ❤️🇯🇵
Česká reprezentace, která během základní skupiny pobývá v texaském městě Fort Worth, přijala pozvání městské samosprávy k návštěvě místní čtvrti Stockyards. 🇺🇸
Český tým navštívil také tradiční rodeo. Čtvrť Stockyards hrdě odkazuje na místní tradici kovbojství a Divokého západu. Právě zde se v roce 1918 uskutečnilo první halové rodeo na světě. Děkujeme za pozvání! 🐂🫶
Stateside, a gas station. I drank a frozen blue beverage too quickly, and was struck down by a punishment this entire nation knows, and accepts, and has named.
The drink is called a slush. Ice, sweetness, and a blue that does not occur in nature. The day was hot. I was thirsty. I drank like a soldier at a river.
The pain arrived in my skull like a war horn.
Behind the eyes. Above everything. Total. I gripped the roof of my car. I may have made a sound.
"Brain freeze," said the cashier through the door, with no urgency whatsoever.
It has a NAME. The affliction is so common it has a household name, like a cousin.
"Tongue on the roof of your mouth," called a man at the pumps. He did not look over. He prescribed the remedy mid-pump, casually, the way one mentions weather.
I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. The war horn faded. The healer nodded at his pump, finished, and was gone in a Chevrolet.
In my land, punishment follows crime by way of courts and seasons. Here, the sentence is instant. Drink with greed, and the ice strikes the mind directly. No trial. No appeal. Perfectly fair.
And here is what moves me. EVERYONE has felt it. The cashier. The healer. Children. Elders. An entire nation united by the same small lightning, all taught the same cure, all passing it on to strangers at gas stations, free of charge.
You cannot fully distrust a country once you know it shares one pain.
The freeze does not punish thirst. It punishes haste.
I finished the slush slowly, like a scholar. Blue tongue. Clear mind.
Then at the door I forgot everything, drank deeply, and was struck down again.
"Tongue, hon," said the cashier, without looking up.
Discipline is a journey.
I'm seeing my feed flooded with posts about Europeans realizing that they were lied to about America.
The consensus of their posts is that America is safer, more prosperous, and more welcoming than they were told.
This might be the most powerful effect of the World Cup.
Our pals visiting for the World Cup are single-handedly rewiring X.
I can’t remember the last time we’ve seen so much joy, positivity, and light on this platform.
Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.
The busses have stopped at some park thing near the ground and there’s American guys making food and giving people free beers and stuff
Some Haiti fans here as well, what a bunch of good guys
wtf is going on man, what an experience this is man holy shit
Remember the Air bnb the Scotland fans moved into overnight? The neighbours have put on a barbecue for them this afternoon before their big game later this evening.
This is what it’s about 👏👏