Cikkajánló
Cikkajánló
Cikkajánló
In 2006, my parents, my grandmother, and I left Rio Verde for Jataí, Goiás to watch the World Cup Germany final between Italy and France at my great-uncle’s place. I happened to be in Brazil in 1994 and 2002 when Brazil won it all, so I had an idea of the parties for days that made Carnival those years seem a lot smaller. The mood was quite different for this final for one simple reason: no Brazil. It was still worth the head-butt felt around the world and some very clever wordplay from my 75-year-old grandma at the time (France knocked out Brazil, so not a lot of amour): “Se dane, Zidane!” They almost sound the same, but it means “F— you, Zidane!”
In 2006, my parents, my grandmother, and I left Rio Verde for Jataí, Goiás to watch the World Cup Germany final between Italy and France at my great-uncle’s place. I happened to be in Brazil in 1994 and 2002 when Brazil won it all, so I had an idea of the parties for days that made Carnival those years seem a lot smaller. The mood was quite different for this final for one simple reason: no Brazil. It was still worth the head-butt felt around the world and some very clever wordplay from my 75-year-old grandma at the time (France knocked out Brazil, so not a lot of amour): “Se dane, Zidane!” They almost sound the same, but it means “F— you, Zidane!”
In 2006, my parents, my grandmother, and I left Rio Verde for Jataí, Goiás to watch the World Cup Germany final between Italy and France at my great-uncle’s place. I happened to be in Brazil in 1994 and 2002 when Brazil won it all, so I had an idea of the parties for days that made Carnival those years seem a lot smaller. The mood was quite different for this final for one simple reason: no Brazil. It was still worth the head-butt felt around the world and some very clever wordplay from my 75-year-old grandma at the time (France knocked out Brazil, so not a lot of amour): “Se dane, Zidane!” They almost sound the same, but it means “F— you, Zidane!”