Yesterday I was lying around in the middle of the day, with warm compresses on my leg to draw the poison out of the fang wounds, and watching Holland vs. Ivory Coast. Because I'm really ignorant about soccer, my main impression of the match was: Orange!
Holland's uniform is bright, traffic-cone orange, right down to the socks. All the Holland fans in the stadium were wearing the team jersey and their section of the stadium was like a solid wall of orange. Occasionally the camera angle would drop down and you'd see a Holland player silhouetted against the spectators and he looked like a disembodied head in a field of orange. I thought that the color couldn't possibly be that bright, that my TV must be having trouble with the color (the Holland players were all blurry, but the Ivory Coast team were clear), but Oz said that it looked supersaturated on the TV at the barbershop when he dropped in for a haircut on his lunch break.
The color in this cute shot of some Holland fans just doesn't do it justice.
Also, the French commentators are starting to loosen up now that they've been at it for a solid week. I'm hearing a high rate of "Oh-la la-la-la-la-la." I'm expecting them to be primed for some serious snottiness for this afternoon's match: Italy vs. United States.
228 words | June 17, 2006 10:19 AM | Real true story