Hi Amy, BBC team and beloved readers,
What do you think if we talk about football today? What would you think of me if I said that I play football and have a team? No, I’m not talking about the team I support. I mean a group of women and friends that play football here.
Although it’s not a bad idea to have firstly a brief talk about the team I support here in Brazil, especially today.
Have you ever heard anything about “fluminense”. Since a child, I’ve heard the fluminense’s anthem, especially when we have a FLAxFLU match (flamengo x fluminense).
The fluminense’s history (here comes Adriana and the history again...!) is interesting.
In the past, when the English brought the football to Brazil, it was a sport only for the elite and there were no black people playing. There was a lot of racism here(today if you call one of the players black in an offensive way, you can be arrested).
According to the urban legend, in 13th May in 1914, in the first game of fluminense, there was a player called Carlos Alberto who was afraid of showing the colour of his skin due to racism. So he tried to hide it, powder ing a fine powder ( that we women use in our make up) covering the skin of his body. This fine powder here in Brazil was called “pó de arroz” or “rice powder”. During the game, he began sweating and the powder was removed from his sking showing his natural colour. So, the crowd started laughing and shouting “ha ha ha... Pó de arroz! Pó de arroz!” For this reason, today, one who supports fluminense here is called “pó de arroz”.
I’m “pó de arroz” and so is our referee:
He is our referee and coach at the same time. Sometimes he forgets he is the referee and thinks he is Dunga, the coach of the national man’s football.
Well, actually we have a lot of coaches when we are playing (for our annoyance at times).
They burst out laughing and saying that we don’t have a certain position in the team and that our games are a mess (this is not true, though, we are far better than they say! ) :-)
Our team began with a hairdresser’s idea of gathering a group of women to play football just to understand why her husband was crazy for football and was not paying attention to her. Now we have a great team mixed of poor, rich, black, white, married, single women...and so on that play at night twice a week following work on the field and on the sand of the beach.
Our team is so successful that it was showed on a sport program on tv here. We have the support of the family and the children go with us and while we play on the filed, they are playing football in a small field by our side.
The only problem is that the field is located inside a school and sometimes the young people like to leave their classes to watch us playing.
Yesterday, it was the birthday of one of the players , the goalkeeper, and we had a special match in the morning with a barbecue and samba for celebration.
Firstly , we met at the square and then we had to find out the place to play. It was hard to do that because we woman sometimes don’t know how to explain how to reach some place.
But we are not desperate people so we just stopped and to relax and some of them danced a bit.
At last we arrived there and we played.
With women, with men:
I missed my football shoes but I didn’t miss the mark.
GGGOOOOOOOOOLLLLL!!! I scored the first goal
It’s really a pleasure to play football. Girls, you should try it! The only disgusting thing is that we cannot play with the jewelleries.
Amy, what do you think of us playing?
Good bye, friends and have a nice week!
As everything in Brazil ends in samba, here are more pictures:
Wow...I have to rush to work!!!
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