The US looked an absolute shell of themselves. All the momentum & positivity built up was completely & utterly undone in an instant by two men in a back room deciding they’re bigger than it all.
Not one of those players is to blame for this mess, yet they bear the brunt of it.
"There are people who go to the U.S. in search of a better life: they are worthy of applause, they shouldn't feel inferior to anyone, and no one should tell them they can't do it."
-Julián Quiñones
This picture means something to an entire generation of Dutch people.
I'm one of them.
My parents came to Holland as Moroccan immigrants.
I was born there.
Dutch passport.
Dutch better than my Arabic.
The first 18 years of my life, Holland fed me, schooled me, raised me.
The Moroccans helped rebuild Holland.
Holland gave them roads, schools, a future in return.
Fair trade.
But we never really integrated.
That's not on one side.
That's on everyone.
We learned to speak for our grandparents, because they never got to learn the language.
We brought our food.
We brought our culture. Mosques. Books and humor.
We had fun.
We hung out.
We went to each other's weddings and loved the mix of it.
And still.
We never really became one.
The politicians made sure to categorize us.
They needed us to be outsiders, while we were busy acting like insiders.
So a wall went up between neighbors.
Then yesterday a silly game with a ball put two teams on the same grass.
Two continents.
Two cultures.
Except they're not two teams.
They're teams stitched together by the same life.
The Dutch know the Moroccans. Intimately.
The Moroccans know the Dutch. Intimately.
The Moroccans in Morocco spend every summer selling to the Moroccans from Holland.
The Dutch spend every day next to Moroccans. In School. At The local butcher. The streets.
The Moroccan team is full of Moroccans carrying Dutch passports.
The Dutch team is full of their actual friends, neighbors, and colleagues.
Such a simple game.
Such a complicated story.
When I look at this image I don't see football.
I see high school.
I see pride.
I see distance.
I don't see compassion.
I see resentment.
And that's exactly how we lived in beautiful Holland.
Together. Happily.
And quietly, unconsciously, apart.
I left when I was 18.
I went back to Morocco.
I resented Holland.
For years it was me vs them.
Now I understand what I actually have.
I can read two cultures from the inside.
And I get to choose.
What I carry with me.
What I leave behind.
Because every culture has its gold.
And every culture has its rot.
The trick is knowing which is which.
Love. Be kind to each other.
¡TIENES NUESTRO RESPETO, KHUSANOV!
Este gesto de Abdukodir Khusanov es el más hermoso de toda la Copa del Mundo.
Justo al finalizar el partido, Abdukodir Khusanov se puso en contacto con el camarógrafo con el que tuvo un incidente durante el partido ante Colombia, Khusanov lo chocó por accidente y tuvo que ser atendido por los médicos de la FIFA.
Khusanov pudo contactar con el camarógrafo y le regaló su camiseta que utilizó en su primer partido de su carrera en una Copa del Mundo, y le dejó un pequeño texto "Lo siento". Para muchos no puede significar mucho, pero este gesto de Khusanov dándole quizás su camiseta más especial pidiendo disculpas al camarógrafo lo dice todo.
AQUÍ TODO EL MUNDO SE PONE DE PIE.
Here is what I’ll say in regards to the generational Kalish crash-out. I think *some* of the points Matt has made re: prediction markets and to a lesser extent sportsbooks is quite accurate. However, as someone who used many legal loopholes (DFS) to further his own business and subsequent wealth all while cosplaying as someone that managed or took on risk at DK of all places is so disingenuous that it is perfectly offensive.
@mattkalish You can’t criticize tarek/kalshi for being fake and send this bs about RG. This is insanely misleading and I am pretty sure you know it too
Roque Santa Cruz next to his good friend Owen Hargreaves as they celebrate 25th anniversary of Bayern’s title.
The crazy thing is that Roque was meant to be playing Primera División last night in Paraguay 🇵🇾