Showing posts with label Sports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sports. Show all posts

Valencia Vs Real Madrid



I recently went to see Valencia play Real Madrid...on my own. Not because we don't have friends, but because the tickets were extortionate (~€80). I have pretty much stopped watching football matches these days, because I realised I was getting incredibly frustrated and angry with Arsenal and it was having an overall negative impact on my life. Stupid tribal ancestry was causing me to make allegiances to these millionaires who I really shouldn't care so much about. So I went cold turkey(ish) and now have better control over my emotional state. And as I have no allegiance to any Spanish players or teams (yet), I was able to go to this particular match simply for the spectacle.

The stadium doesn’t sell beer, much like the Maracana, so most people were gathered around outside the stadium, drinking heavily before kick-off. The atmosphere was buzzing before the important La Liga match and there was a sense of hope in the air that only a football match creates.

I was sitting behind the goal at the top of the top, two rows in front of the highest seats in the stadium, and it was awesome! I could peer over the edge of the stadium onto the ground below, which gave me that dizzy feeling I really need to learn to get over. The game started and there was a lot of chanting happening on both sides of me - a group of die-hard fans to the left, and a group of thirty-plus Nazi Ultras to the right (naturally). They were kicked out of the stadium fifteen minutes into the match, by hordes of policemen. It was intense.

After this drama off the pitch, Ronaldo did what he does best on the pitch and won a penalty, converting it to give Madrid the lead. The fans around me were pissed off, except for one man in his early twenties, who started celebrating the goal. But he didn't do it in a respectful way - he stood up with both hands in the air, in absolute glee, cheering in the faces of all the Valencia fans around him. It was exceptionally odd and dangerous behaviour. The 19-year-old next to him got particularly pissed off and it nearly kicked off. The guy's friend ended up sitting between the two to keep peace. The arguments continued throughout the entire game though, with a lot of aggressive men getting in this Madrid fan's face. It was a great mini-drama. The Madrid supporter didn't seem to apologise and apparently thought this was all acceptable behaviour. Thirty years ago you probably would have been killed for doing this, so the fact he escaped without even a mild a beating is very lucky for him. I bet he had moist underwear though.

Back to the drama on the pitch and Ronaldo doubled the lead with another, seemingly contentious penalty. The Madrid fan did not celebrate the second or subsequent goals. I guess his adrenaline had returned to normal and he wasn’t about to stir the hornets' nest around him.




As you can tell from watching the video, I had two very shouty fans behind me, which meant I got rained on by their spit, so I'm glad I had my jacket. The plus side is, along with some potential diseases, I picked up some Spanish vocab from them. I think puta means referee. During half-time I also got accidentally pissed on at the urinal by a child. I wanted to tell the little squirter to aim the cannon before he fires, but my Spanish hasn't got there yet. Having been coated in two bodily fluids, I hoped there wouldn't be a third.

The game was quite open and Valencia had chances, and eventually got a goal back. For a while it looked like a comeback was possible but then Madrid got a third and then a forth goal. It was game over and Zidane would live to manage another day. For now, at least.

The thing that stood out most to me was the crowd's reaction at the end. The Valencian fans clapped and cheered their players, despite the loss. They had played better than the scoreline suggests, so this may have had something to do with it, but the Mestalla stadium definitely had a different, more positive feel than the Emirates after a loss. This really endeared the club to me, and I will go back for some more games for sure. They may make a fan of me after all!

One other thing I want to mention before I end is this lady - she ate sunflower seeds for the entire second half and I got showered in shells, to accompany the aforementioned spit and piss. And yet I had fun…


The goal scorer and second biggest legend on the pitch
The legend
Proof I actually went!

UFC Octagon Side in Rio!

For me, a big reason for coming to Brazil was the UFC. Mixed martial arts or cage fighting is a sport like no other. It is a modern version of the gladiators except they are not slaves or Russell Crowe - they are expertly trained athletes. I was fortunate enough to get tickets (premium Octagon side) to see an event in Rio. For those who don't know, UFC is huge in Brazil – perhaps the second or third biggest sport. Basically Brazilians love whichever sport they are good at and they are great at MMA.

The Maracanazinho!

There are many brilliant Brazilian fighters and I got to see the new lightweight champion displaying his belt. I also saw a host of UFC celebrities and grabbed some selfies with them.

Mario Yamasaki - one of the best refs
Dana White: UFC President who
enjoyed being referred to as "Mr President"
Jhenny Andrade - My Fave UFC girl
Stealing a selfie from someone else
with Shogun Rua - former UFC light
heavyweight champion 
The fights were awesome and a more detailed information is available on my other website, which I am not linking here but which you can find from my facebook page.

One amusing thing about the night was that I was surrounded by children of around twelve years old. I don’t know about you but I think this sport is a little too violent for kids so young. By a little too violent, what I really mean is that it can be horrendous at times and is definitely not suitable for those that are so young. But in Brazil, it is part of their culture.


I also found out that during decision victories, the announcer tells the ref who has won before they enter the Octagon, presumably so the ref knows which hand to put up when the call is made. This is interesting and only something I noticed late on as so many fights ended in submissions.

The tallest man in the arena sat in front of me before (thankfully) changing seats with his partner.

I want this man’s job!

The size of this drink does not make sense compared to the size of the man.

I also had an (several) official beer(s) of the Octagon.

The fanfare over Dana White was a little OTT.

I also felt that the Premium Octagon seats should have had some freebies. A program would have been perfect. All in all I had a great night and am looking forward to the next event. Here are a couple of my favourite photos...