Yesterday, the reigning World Cup champions played Mexico’s national team. The game, held here in the Distrito Federal, was part of the country’s Bicentenario festivities. You get the idea: Spain and Mexico meeting again on Mexican soil, this time battling over a ball instead of the fate of country.
The game ended in a 1-1 tie.
Beforehand, there was plenty of grousing all-around about the match. Mexicans complained that, of course, Spain would come here and win…and how would that look symbolically-speaking? Meanwhile, Spanish players and coaches whined that the match would put players at risk for injury before their professional seasons took off.
I didn’t read about any injuries from the game. And fortunately, the game ended with a final score that preserved both groups’ dignity. Unfortunately, the electricity went off in a surprise brown-out, right as I settled in and began watching.
So the real loser here is me (and the rest of Roma Norte).