FLASH
Shkruar nga Luçiano Boçi
It was a patriotism that Kosovars were looking forward to. They were watching us and wanted it. And not only them. All Albanians. And not 20,000, but 100,000 came there, and the Prime Minister dressed in a flag and the government deputies in cellos and the officials of the "strong" Albanian state in turbans and not to fill their wallets. That patriotism of that day would be the precursor and significant of this football beauty.
We won!!!
Very good and very nice!
We all enjoyed ourselves...
Posts and congratulations, flattery and pathetic likes exploded, accompanied by patriotic calls and rhythmic songs, with frenetic predictions.
Flags and eagles with hands flowed down the stadium, grabbed the tops of the roof. The praises of the rulers flooded the streets of Tirana, and exceeded the streams of Lana.
The victory seemed as if it had knocked on our doorstep, but we forgot that the prime minister had robbed it as a family, like VKM before us by selling it.
Did he play on his own, shoot on his own, score a goal on his own, was the keeper on his own, or because of the "deserted" Gjici?
He had deliberately forgotten to take Kosovo to his side, so that he would look like a padishah.
And yet he seemed proud of himself, thinking that he was witnessing the effects of the legalization of the magical hashish-bar.
We also surpassed Ukraine, the government's party now competes with China's due to its successes. Whereas football, like in Korea, according to Rama, is an absolute success of the government-diarrhea.
But let's leave the jokes for a moment and go to the tall oaks that are on my mind day and night.
Anyway, we won. We forgot for a few moments the suffocating loneliness produced by the swamp of society and politics, we discovered the value of joy and the valve of patriotism reached the boiling point.
Atmosphere we really need.
We won against Moldova!
Someone or many may ask: Hey, who is Moldova in football?
Brazil or Germany?!England?!Italy?!
No and no, normal.
Or at least Serbia?
It doesn't mean anything because victory tastes good.
Ah, Serbia!!!?
Like it or not, we associate patriotism with this and any other and with Kosovo. Fandom with love for Albania and the challenge of football with the challenge of history as a positive emotion. We would even like the goals to be scored by an October (which he did) and a Kosovar.
I know that the latter would arouse even more enthusiasm and patriotism, gasp and cynicism, joy and triumphalism.
It would be even more beautiful than this present beauty.
But we missed the chance.
We lost it not yesterday. We won it yesterday. They lost it a few days ago when the call was made to support Kosovo in the rally in the square.
Even the patriotism of this day was still more crude, more original and free of charge. No tickets, no stands, no commentators.
It was a patriotism that Kosovars were looking forward to. They were watching us and wanted it. And not only them. All Albanians.
And not 20,000, but 100,000 came there, and the Prime Minister dressed in a flag and the government deputies in cellos and the officials of the "strong" Albanian state in turbans and not to fill their wallets.
That patriotism of that day would be the precursor and significant of this football beauty.
But once again we have a chance not to miss it.
Today Kosovo needs him, the Albanians love him. Regardless of the fact that they will have to go against their skjada-loving Prime Minister!
We want to win!
Lini një Përgjigje