Goosebumps match # 5: Belgium – USA 2-1 – international football

Salvador, The next day. July 2, 2014.

A day to enjoy, to recover from the stress of the night before. The day begins at the beach. We think it’s weird that there are so many people on a weekday Wednesday. We immediately think of the rather vulgar comments of an American who has lived in Rio for three years. “There are three types of Brazilians,” he said. The bad guys, southerners and northerners. The bad guys are the crooks, the corrupt, who turn their pennies into dollars and direct them to the United States through a maritime paradise. They turn to Miami, live there lavishly, sometimes jumping on private trips back home. They are the ones we see in stadiums at matches in Brazil. The “new rich”. For whites only“.

Tanning on the beach

The second type are people from São Paulo or Rio Grande do Sul. These are the Brazilians who want to work hard and blame the rest for not wanting it. The third type are those who come from the north, where it is warm – even in the middle of winter -: Recife, Fortaleza, Salvador, … there they want, according to vulgarity, only one thing: lie on the beach.

Well that’s right, as we saw on July 2. They are there, on the beach, en masse. They play soccer, sunbathe, play, swim, have fun. We also do this to recover from the Red Devils’ victory the night before.

No one tells us about their reason until later in the day: Bahia celebrates its independence. On July 2, 1823, the last Portuguese occupier left this piece of land. definitely. This is celebrated every year, with a day off. the feeling of patriotism. And where do you do it better than the beach?

Especially when the weather is warm. About 27 degrees and not a cloud in the sky. Unfortunately, there were no photojournalists at the time, because what we saw at the edge of the Gulf was the World Cup photo. Still out of field.

We will try to describe it as much as possible. Imagine the rolling ocean waves, breaking onto the rocks off the shore. Between the shore and those rocks is a small lake.

Not a pretty beach piece on Instagram, don’t think of heaven like that. There was a lot of trash, garbage, wood and seats on the dam its day. You know them from poorly maintained playgrounds in Belgium, from those wooden seats where half a bar in the seating area was broken.

On the beach of “Criancas”. Young children rolling in the sand and swimming in the lake. Lots of guys also hang out. Around them around ten cans of Brahma beer. One of them was standing with his back to the water. Sweating. He had placed a wooden stand in the sand and placed a portable barbecue on it. A refined cooking pot. Then the sausage is baked. At his feet a huge refrigerator box he used regularly.

Eerste roast Brazilian styleDon’t forget the chef’s drink. He had a giant stomach protruding the edge of his swim shorts.

The Queen of Bahia

Soon after, some young men were hanging out around the parked cars. They also have beer cans on hand. Very relieved. One of the cars, bright yellow, is a Boom Car. Loud music system on wheels. Usually techno blasts through the windows, with great dance music. Brazilian concerts Neighborhood, Neighborhood.

Are you with us Loud music on the beach, a group of guys laughing and dancing, girls and boys mingling with each other, and a few guys on the sand, one of them frying meat. Everything oscillates to the beat of the music. In the background the sound of the surf.

Only then did our eyes fall on it. It belonged to the group on the beach, but stood a little apart, about twenty yards from them. On her island. A slender, young, slender doe in a bikini tied with fine strands.

Suddenly she started dancing, and it was those movements that made her grab the attention. Everyone is there on this beach, young and old. She began to swing softly to the beat of the music. As she bulges, she tightens, and she shakes something of her thighs and stomach, and I can’t help but bend over to her in silence. Very alone, she looked at the sea in trance.

Life around her gradually stopped. We watched with eagerness. She, the sea, the music.

Queen of Bahia.

Life could be better The next day Those that match and those plugins with dozens of chances won’t be.

We allowed the World Cup to end there.

Salvador, the next day. July 2, 2014 A day to enjoy and recover from the stress of the night before. The day begins at the beach. We think it’s weird that there are so many people on a weekday Wednesday. We immediately think of the rather vulgar comments of an American who has lived in Rio for three years. “There are three types of Brazilians,” he said. The bad guys, southerners and northerners. The bad guys are the crooks, the corrupt, who turn their pennies into dollars and direct them to the United States through a maritime paradise. They turn to Miami, live there lavishly, sometimes jumping on private trips back home. They are the ones we see in stadiums at matches in Brazil. The “new” wealthy. Whites only. “The second type are the people from Sao Paulo or Rio Grande do Sul. These are the Brazilians who want to work hard and blame the rest for not wanting it. The third type are those who come from the north, where the weather is.” Warm – even in the middle of winter -: Recife, Fortaleza, Salvador, … there they want, according to vulgarity, only one thing: to lie on the beach. Well, that’s right, as we saw on July 2. They are there, on the beach, collectively They play soccer, sunbathe, play, swim, have fun. We also do this to recover from the victory of the Red Devils the night before. Only later in the day someone tells us why they are there: Bahia celebrates its independence. On July 2, 1823, The last Portuguese occupier left this piece M. N land. definitely. This is celebrated every year, with a day off. the feeling of patriotism. And where is it better to do it on the beach, especially when the weather is warm. About 27 degrees and not a cloud in the sky. Unfortunately, there were no photojournalists at the time, because what we saw at the edge of the Gulf was the World Cup photo. We are still near the field, we will try to describe it as possible. Imagine the rolling ocean waves, breaking onto the rocks off the shore. Between the shore and those rocks is a small lake. Not a pretty beach piece on Instagram, don’t think of such a paradise. There was a lot of trash, garbage, wood and seats on the dam its day. You know them from poorly maintained playgrounds in Belgium, from those wooden seats where half a bar in the seating area was broken. On the beach of “Criancas”. Young children rolling in the sand and swimming in the lake. Lots of guys also hang out. Around them around ten cans of Brahma beer. One of them was standing with his back to the water. Sweating. He had placed a wooden stand in the sand and placed a portable barbecue on it. A refined cooking pot. Then the sausage is baked. At his feet a huge refrigerator box he used regularly. Lesson 1 Brazilian roast: Don’t forget the chef’s drink. His giant belly was protruding on the edge of his swim shorts, and soon after, some kids were hanging around the parked cars. They also have beer cans on hand. Very relieved. One of the cars, bright yellow, is a Boom Car. Loud music system on wheels. Usually techno blasts through the windows, with great dance music. Brazilian concerts ao vivo, live. Loud music on the beach, a group of guys laughing and dancing, girls and boys mingling with each other, and a few guys on the sand, one of them frying meat. Everything oscillates to the beat of the music. In the background the sound of the surf, only then our eyes fell on it. She belonged to the group on the beach, but stood a little apart, about twenty yards from them. On her island. A slender, young, slender doe wearing a bikini tied together with fine strings, and suddenly she began to dance, and it was these movements that caught her eye. Everyone is there on this beach, young and old. She began to swing softly to the beat of the music. As she swelled, tightened, shook something of her thighs and stomach, I couldn’t help but bend over to her in silence so alone, she looked at the sea in a trance, and gradually the life around her fell silent. We watched with eagerness. She, the sea, the music, the Queen of Bahia, life cannot improve, the day after that match and those additions with dozens of chances. We wanted the World Cup to end there.