I just took delivery of my Uruguay
Makarapa from an arts and crafts shop in Cape Town. The artisan had done his research. He needed no reminding about
“Los Charruas” or “Soy Celeste”, though he did need me to explain why
the little Uruguayan cut-out player had to have 4 Stars on his shirt!
It was a little harder to convey that Uruguayans are a blended nation. I had my 'Buggin' Out' moment when my Uruguayan looked like he'd finish up as an Italian. It was also crucial my 'Obdulio' looked nothing like the lone messy Argentine character on the shelf or like the row of bland looking Brazilian brothers occupying pride of place in the store front window. Adding Obdulio Varela’s No. 5 on the back was a beautiful touch. And Artigas himself would have looked the part in the red boots!
I recognize there is essentially no difference between folk on opposite sides of the Uruguay and across the border from Chuy, except that Uruguay has a crucial genetic edge in the ability to play brilliant football!
Just so y'all know: Uruguay is presently sandwiched between Maradona's one man team and Dunga's unimaginative collective of defensive dullards.
And yes it is time to be talking TRASH. TOO RIGHT IT IS! The first World Cup in Africa is only 11 days away!!!
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