You can’t really say you’ve watched World Cup soccer until you’ve watched World Cup soccer in an African country. Actually, to be more precise, you haven’t watched World Cup soccer until you’ve watched it in a small African (Rwandan in this case) village on top of a mountain with three-hundred others, all crammed into a small school hall.
We showed up 20 minutes into the U.S. – England game. As soon as everyone saw 4 umuzungus walk in, they quickly started applauding and cleared out a space right in front of the T.V. for us (the T.V., by the way, was a 30 inch unit hooked up to the generator – just picture the scene for a moment – over 300 people crammed into a room watching a 30 inch T.V. Such a scene makes our obsession with big screen televisions seem ridiculous). It was 1 – nill England when we arrived. After a fluke on the part of England’s goalie, the U.S. tied the game and we, along with the crowd, went into a frenzy. U.S.A. chants rang out through the crowded, sweaty school hall. There wasn’t another place I’d have rather been then. This is how football is supposed to be watched.
Pictures to come. Until then, this article is worth digesting (I've only seen two patients in the past 3 weeks without the mutuelle):
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