In her hand was a photo of Ibra huddled close to Pique, a lynchpin of the defense. There is an intimacy present.
As she tried to get to the footballer amid the crash of hysterical fans circling his sports car, she circled to the passenger side and Ibra opened his window to her.
She asked what he thought of the photo and if he was angry.
"Venga[come on]," he responded.
Then he beckoned her to the window, as she continued asking if he was angry, and he told her to come with him and see who's a "maricon." She responds, 'oh, then let's go to your house', to which he tells her to bring her sister. She says he's mad and he drives off.
I can imagine him beating the wheel with his arms and cursing on the ride home. The tension that would rear up in the locker room at the embarrassment. Ibra is a hot-headed striker. A self-prizing ferrari. A dick.
There are certainly gay players and club members, but almost none openly. Instead there is adonis intimacy alluded to by the marketing of the game and by the players themselves. They just had a spread in Vanity Fair of the top World Cup jocks in their briefs painted with their national flags. Gayest thing since the village people. I keed...
There is a lot of sexual marketing in sports, particularly for a sport (soccer) that has yet to break big in the states. I can hear the PR team screaming 'Push the Beefcake!'-...and cue the blow-up of the Vanity Fair cover to Oprah's stage...now!
So how does the game and it's players respond to the implication of homosexuality? By macho thuggery. But when you make it a game of alpha males, you know what you get.
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