Yes! It’s finally due! Finally!
I’m talking of my local football team, the mighty SK Brann. I’m simply in ecstasy right now. Only four league rounds left, Brann are throning above the rest by seven points. I’m not a sports fanatic; far from it. I root for Brann and the national team – but thats it. I can’t really grasp the concept of rooting for Liverpool FC, when you live in another country. Where’s the connection? I thought I kinda liked boxing as well as football, but it has dawned on me that I’m more interested in boxing when it’s performed by myself – during rare Playstation sessions.
Well, the fact is that Brann hasn’t won the league since 1963! People has actually been born and died without ever experiencing the thrill of seeing Brann succeed. I, on the other hand, only had to wait 28 years. And it’s bloody worth it! I’m gonna party till I puke if we’re able to pull it off. I don’t know what I’ll do if we squander this opportunity, but I’m a believer. When I say ‘we’, I actually mean those eleven players on the pitch, but we are a unity now, SK Brann and me – and the city is on fire. After the sheepfuckers in Trondheim, Rosenborg, managed to take home the gold thirteen times in a row, they’re now reduced to rubble. Although 1-1 against Chelsea on Stamford Bridge should suggest otherwise, they are currently only ranked number seven. What sweet revenge. It simply doesn’t get any better than this when it comes to sports. I guess winning the champions league or the world cup competes, but I reckon those are unlikely goals anyway. I wont say it’s completely out of the question, ’cause we all remember the 1997 UEFA quarter finals against Liverpool, don’t we?
To the photography. It’s rare that I can ‘release’ an image completely unedited, due to my miserable camera. But this time around, the image didn’t contain any hidden qualities that the magic of photoshop could disclose. I shot it on a lazy sunday, wandering around the empty stadium last year. I think the image captures the soul of the supporters. Unity, pride and endurance.
Goddamn, yes! We fucking pulled it off! I was among the ecstatic crowd when Azar Karadas smashed in two goals in the penalty minutes and saved the day. I will never forget this.
And I will commence some serious binge drinking soon. It will last until next years season, and hopefully until the end of time (or maybe because of liver failure or venerial diseases). As will the entire city. Nearly every citizen of this fine city is crazy about Brann, and tonight the party rages on without me. But I will have my day in the streets, shitfaced beyond recognition. The next day will probably be one of those, lying on the couch – embarrassed, hoarse, puking, afraid, shameful, indifferent, hurting, crying. But with a smile on my face.
Three matches to go, and a lead of nine points. If this should fail (which is nearly impossible), the city will implode in shame and disgrace.