by Liz Crowe
That
is to say, “futbol” or more accurately, “soccer.”
It
is called “the beautiful game” and while I am not certain how THAT got started,
I surely know why I consider it thus.
The
men who play it.
Yes,
truly they are, if not THE most fit, then among the most fit athletes out
there. A soccer match is 90 minutes
long, broken into 45 minute halves with 15 minutes in between. There is very
little substitution and if you watch it you will see that there is absolutely
NO standing around whatsoever. Those
folks are moving the entire time. And don’t kid yourself—it is a contact sport.
Not like football or rugby but certainly more so than basketball.
Oh,
and they have the MOST ADORABLE little tradition….the uni trade. Wherein they
strip off jerseys and trade with the opposing team.
Of
course, Americans have managed to turn what was the world’s most accessible
sport (all you need are some people, a round object and something to represent
goals) into something that generates millions of dollars from eager parents
hoping their kid is the next Landon Donovan or Mia Hamm. I know. I’m guilty of it. My “soccer
wenchling” as she is called is 14 and a very good player—plays in an Olympic
Development program as a matter of fact. But another fact of the matter is that
women in this sport don’t have nearly the opportunities to play beyond college
that men do. Big surprise.
I
wrote a 1NightStand called Caught Offside about a couple of professional
soccer players. Ramon was the superstar, superstud of his day until his career
is likely ended with a bone shattering cleat to the knee in the World Cup.
Gillian was the star goalie for the woman’s national team…until she fell in
love with her coach and left the game, pregnant. She’s nursed a fair bit of resentment since
then, and when her beloved husband dies suddenly, she blames soccer for all
that has become horrible in her life.
Ramon
is recuperating but ignoring the fact that he is expected to report back to his
team, hiding out in Vegas under the watchful eyes of his adopted cousin,
Jackson Castillo. Gillian is going about
her life, working as events manager for a large casino resort, with her young
son’s obsession with the game and with Ramon in particular a steady drone of
reminder to her about what she has lost.
They
have a chance meeting…things do not go so well…she convinces him to come out to
the soccer complex and actually play…and things start to go better.
It’s
a love story—about how much my characters love the game, and perhaps could come
to love each other.
Caught
Offside available HERE
But
for one lucky commenter today…a free copy!
Answer
me one question: if you were to play a professional sport, what would it be?
Gotta love the uni-trade moment! I've noticed that French cameras are more in tune with catching the whole scope of that moment at the end of the game. :)
ReplyDeleteI caught fútbol fever as a girl, growing up in Panamá, where baseball is king. My first memories of celebrating/mourning the game come from the World Cup in Argentina, in 1978. Those legs. Those tight buns.....that crazy hair. I was hooked. It's nice to see the boys these days spend a little time on their upper body workouts, so they're more symmetrical, with those outstanding legs. LOL
ReplyDeleteEURO 2012 has kept me on my toes and I can't wait to see who will play in the final. My gut instinct is that Spain will face Germany, but Portugal could be the surprise, and you can never rule out Forza Italia.
Would love to see some strong Latina heroines in the 1Night Stand series!
~Michelle
I'd be a professional dancer, if my body fit the "profile," and I carried less junk in the trunk.
ReplyDelete~Michelle
I love Basketball..but I would love to play Soccer...my dream growing up was to be a Solid Gold Dancer...none of the above played out for me...lol
ReplyDeletesweet! I am the most un athletic human on the planet but if I could, I'd be a track star.
ReplyDeleteI do love sports. I love football, soccer, and hockey! If I could be a professional, it would be in hockey! All those awesome sweaty men around me. MMM MMM!
ReplyDeleteMel
bournmelissa at hotmail dot com
Silly cow here forgot to answer the q! :) I'd have loved to play professional netball. Was on the school team and loved it, even though I hated sports in general
ReplyDeletehahahaha! you know, the funny thing is I KNOW what "netball" is!
ReplyDeleteI'd like to play softball. I always loved to play in school. This book sounds fantastic.
ReplyDeletee.balinski(at)att(dot)net
Lol Liz! Hubby & I were watching the Commonwealth Games once, and he was like, "these girls are playing basketball but they stop dead when they get the ball in their hands!" That's when I enlightened him it was netball, not basketball! :)
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