The world cup is finally over and I have tears in my eyes. Not because Germany was as good as it ‘Goetze’ or that Messi lamentably messed up, but it was on account of watching heart wrenching images of handsome, heroic, herculean Argentinean footballers crying after succumbing in the FIFA World Cup finals. These were not ordinary men. These were able-bodied players with voluptuous, brawny thighs sneaking out of their silk shorts; tattoo-laden arms highlighted by the mud and grass they swirled in, and straight, sleek black hair that remained perfectly in place despite all their acrobatics. If losing a game can reduce these robust men to tears, surely ‘the beautiful game’ must mean something to the global fan.
