This might be the most difficult cultural adaptations yanks have to make to truly join the global football family: we don't care about celebrities in the stands. The cameraman's job is to locate and then zoom into international baddies whenever play is stopped.
It's hilarious that there's a whole fanbase that wants this boy to be some tortured art and literature intellectual but he's really just a NYC wigga dude bro who loves bad bitches and coke.