Tragedy strikes Argentina, but it’s somehow magnified by this féminin spirit.
Saturday night, Argentina and Croatia, playing for a spot in the semifinals, meet in Sochi, Russia. Argentina is reeling and having the 2013-2014 World Cup taken away from it. There are feelings of disappointment.
Tragedy strikes Argentina, and it isn’t too subtle.
At the 71st minute, an Argentine fan is fatally struck by a falling debris. But it isn’t about soccer.
So, to reverse the words from a 2015 metal-arts film by the late Terry Zwigoff about unraveling meaning on planes, let’s attempt to unravel this.
From this Associated Press report:
The fan was killed in a lightning strike Saturday night. He was trapped under a concrete pillar during the storm. Officials say debris fell on the man as he stood near the crosswalk at the start of a street-level road. The fan died at the scene.
Incident in Sochi After heavy rain, weather delays interruption Argentina v Croatia. pic.twitter.com/f8avJ2kt8j — Marcia Dunn (@marcdunn) June 28, 2015
So what’s happening here? Was this a movie theater where the movie director’s life was summarily ended by a lightning strike? Or was this a movie theater where the director suddenly gets his own lightning strike?
Well, at some point in between when this happened and when the AP release came out, we found out about Messi’s record World Cup goal total.
So, maybe Messi was going to put the ball in the back of the net and relieve the fan’s stress? Maybe he was going to be immortalized on a football mural, or score an extra-time insurance goal to make sure the GOAT was sitting this one out (OMG, he tied Pele! Calm down, people.)
Or maybe Messi just scored a World Cup record goal. Thanks for nothing, dear God, no problem.
Our féminin love for Messi’s goal trumps the Féminin’s sadness.
God, I love the féminin. I fucking love the féminin.
So, it’s really about Messi in some sort of cosmic magic that pulls man and man’s soccer joy into the orbit of a beautiful Argentine saint.