Posts tagged football
Posts tagged football
BEST PITCH INVASION EVER.
Absolutely ADORABLE stuff by Neymar at Brazil vs South Africa match.
Jumping in and and protecting a seven year-old who ran on the pitch.
And Davis Luiz with the cell phone!!!
Toni Duggan is an strong, intrepid, young player for England’s women’s squad.
She is an avid supporter of “Kick It Out" the massive anti-racism campaign that works with the Football Association, Premier League and the Professional Footballers Association.
And she goes to parties in blackface.
But we really can’t be upset at our fair-haired, ambassador for racial equality in sport.
She is "sorry" if she offended anyone.
Do I file this under ‘hypocrisy’ or “it was all in good fun’?
"The shooting into the feet of Jawhar and Adam has taken a delicate situation and made it an impossible one. Sporting institutions like FIFA and the IOC are always wary about drawing lines in the sand when it comes to the conduct of member nations. But the deliberate targeting of players is seen, even in the corridors of power, as impossible to ignore."
Here is my reality.
I have been contacted many, many times since March 1 when FIFA announced that IFAB formally overturned their decision to ban headcoverings on the pitch.
Family, friends and colleagues have sent me congratulatory notes and news reports.
One more step towards the pitch!
I was elated.
Women from all qualifying nations will attend the Women’s World Cup 2015 in Canada. My country. There will be women from Asia, Africa and from Europe. There will be women in hijab, in pants and in shorts.
As it should be. I was thrilled initially.
Now, I am exhausted.
I am drained from the process. I lost time away from the sport I have know and identified with since I was a very young child.
It was a part of my identity. It was a part of my routine. It was a part of my life.
I found other ways to be involved, be motivated, and get fulfillment.
And those who risk their lives to play it.
What I did not say was how I suffered from sheer resentment and difficulty when I was not allowed to compete.
I am allowing myself to say it now.
I longed for the the thrill of the sprint, and the rush of the challenge.
And the goal. The beautiful goal.
I even craved the hit of the post or the uncontrolled shot that went wide.
I missed it desperately.
But I chose to cover for personal reasons and told myself my connection to my Creator was stronger than my connection to football.
What I didn’t recognize was those two connections were not mutually exclusive.
I started wearing hijab in 1997. I played my last season in the fall. I was told I had to either “take it off on the pitch” or “wait until I was ready to commit fully to the rules of the game”.
There was no specific law against (that would come in 2007) it but nothing allowing it either.
I walked away from the pitch.
My heart broke. But I quickly wiped my angry tears with my hijab. It provided me tight comfort and strength against this sporting injustice.
I played pick-up. I played at picnics. At family gatherings. I played at any opportunity. I played against my husband. I played with my children.
But I was used to playing in leagues, in matches with referees and full of politics and drama.
I remember watching one of my heroes, Zinedine Zidane hoist the World Cup over his head in glory in 1998.
It was the first summer I did not play.
His victory as a Frenchman of Muslim-Algerian descent was bittersweet for me. He was of my faith. But he was playing.
I practice his roulette anyway. Just in case I might need it someday.
Life went on. I cheered, I watched and I fooled around with a ball. I did not play regularly.
After what seemed like several lifetimes, I found a league that would accept me.
I went back hesitant and I went back happily.
I tasted the joy in the sweat rolling down my face.
I loved it. I stayed for years and then I found the courage to venture out and challenge this.
I found a club that agreed.
And I remember what I always knew: I was a footballer who wore hijab.
Not a hijab-wearing woman who played football.
Fast forward to 2014 when Jerome Valcke announced: "It was decided that female players can cover their heads to play".
Muslim women *could* always play.
Now they are *permitted*.
How can I laud FIFA for striking down a law that should have never been implemented in the first place?
How can I be grateful for someone allowing me to do what I should ahve always been allowed do?
Why was I made to choose?
How can you choose between your heart and soul?
Thank God my daughter won’t have to face that choice.
Someone pointed this out to me: “funny how the west tells us that hijab is oppressive yet they use it to oppress hijabis by banning them from playing sports”.
That isn’t funny. It is horrible.
Last year, I was sidelined from football due to what turned out to be a full blowout of my ACL . Being ripped away from the game in this manner was painful. But it was of my volition. I was injured in a match, while in play. My choice.
Being ripped from the game because a lot of white, privileged men decided it was dangerous for me and the sport was torturous. Their choice.
And it was unfair.
So, today I am not “happy”. I am disappointed that I lost time and energy.
My joy is tapered with simple relief.
In future, I will not let it ruin other childhoods and affect and exclude people.
Football is for all of us.
It should always have been.
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My opinion on FIFA allowing hijabs on the pitch. Pretty much boils down to this.
I am writing in more detail about it but this entire process is exhausting.
Unimaginable to think that one could be barred from what they love to play because of what they wear.
But there it is.
And now we are assured that it is OK.
Why it wasn’t OK in the first place is completely beyond me.
Being ripped from playing because of my decision to wear hijab was different than being ripped from playing due to injury.
The former was because of certain “isms” of others. Their choice.
Latter was because I was engaged in fierce, competitive play. My choice.
Now I can play.
I could always play.
Now FIFA says I can play.
There is the difference.
Fifa passes a law permitting players to wear head covers during football matches for religious reasons.
THIS. THIS. THIS. THIS and THIS.
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This may come as an UTTER shock but a lot of women in actually care a lot about football.
Many other women- Brazilian or not- are offended by this type of crap.
This footballer definitely is.
Hundreds of Lowry’s signature stick figures can be seen gathered at a match on a washed-out looking pitch between terraced houses and factories with billowing chimneys. The painting has been described as a modern masterpiece.
[Christie’s, London - Oil on canvas, 71.1 x 91.4 cm
Justin Fashanu was a rugged English striker and the first black soccer player to be traded for a million pounds. He was also openly gay.
Another gem from “The Far Post” for Roads and Kingdoms.
Tragic story but very beautifully written piece.
It is my lovely and amazing friend Hawa’s Birthday,
I would love to offer her this Gorgeous Digital Art Piece of Zinedine Zidane by Caroline Blanchet.
Phenomenal player. Fabulous muse. :)