South Africa vs. Mexico, Live from Madiba

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06/11/2010 4:53 PM |


New York is a big enough place that whatever idea you have right now, enough other people have it, too, to make any event a crowd. “There’s a South African restaurant near my house. I bet that’d be a good place to watch South Africa play Mexico in the opening game of the South African World Cup.” At 7:45 this morning an NY1 van and antenna are outside Madiba, and by 8:30 the few bar seats are taken (all the tables have been long since reserved). There game is being projected onto screens on the bar in the front room and the dining room in the back. By 10, as the World Cup kicks off, people are sardined into the bar almost too tightly to let someone through to the bathroom.

All the staff are in blue and yellow Bafana Bafana (“The Boys”) shirts, as are many of the customers. They’re hard to tell apart—everybody seems to be working this morning, and customers are pitching in to place orders, carry drinks, refill water from the jugs at the bar. One waiter repeatedly jokes to his colleagues that it’s crazier than it was for the inauguration. A few vuvzelas sound off. Someone walks by carrying a baby with a Mandela cap on. There are a gratifying number of yellow jerseys, too—South Africans and South African fans seem to outnumber general soccer fans there for the atmosphere, and maybe the cameras too (there are three or four film teams and a half-dozen still photographers, perhaps). They, the fans, sing along to the national anthem, and it’s so stirring, here they are, at a restaurant in Brooklyn, singing along with the anthem as it’s played a hemisphere away. Midway through, a youngish balding guy works his way up to the bar and asks what kinds of beer do you have.

The Jabulani is sailing on the players and the host team, especially, seems to be nervy early on; the fans are on edge and the taps are kicked out early. (Heineken bottles are finished in the second half.) Covering an event like this you really want to describe a unique experience, not just nut-graf yup-we-got-the-shot cliches of joy and togetherness—but then you see a white and a black South African wrapped in the same flag and singing for the boys, and you wonder what’s so bad about cliches anyway.

When, in the second half, Siphiwe Tshabalala scores—and it’s a beautiful goal, a tight pass and a screaming finish, the ball wedged so perfectly between crossbar, post and side netting that you think for a minute it might just hang there—everyone throws their arms up and shouts, and the room is suddenly blindingly bright. (It’s all the cameras, taking pictures of the celebration.)

A few minutes later, Mexico ties it as the South Africa defense, not unlike the fans since the goal, suffers a lull in concentration. We’re all rapt, and a bit incredulous, when South Africa hits the post on a 90th-minute breakaway. When the game ends, though, the fans in yellow jerseys file out singing and dancing a little, dutifully captured by the camera crews on the sidewalk.

One Comment

  • Incredible game, def a keeper if you recorded on the dvr. I was watching the Uni. feed and they had the twitter comment window on the side and it really added to the whole world IS watching feel, just seeing those comments coming in at a furious clip from all over the world.