Friday, March 23, 2007

Porkoo, season 1, episode 2 - At the game



Well, spring has come (actually there was no winter) and a young bird singing on a campus window frame reminded Porkoo (that full of Counter and Brood Porkoo) of it: one morning he turned his head away from his computer and realized that the weather outside is gorgeous and that, probably, at this time of the year, the girls abandoned their heavy winter clothes and are now walking in the sun wearing only transparent shirts, waiting for his eyes to caress their bodies. He turned back to his monitor longing for what he has missed by sitting in the house so long... And there, on the opened gsp page was his salvation: "Poli Iasi vs. F.C. Vaslui, tonight, on "Emil Alexandrescu" stadium in Iasi"!!! Not so many girls, actually, but what does it matter? It's fresh spring air, THE football game, and he MUST be there to support his white-blue love: POLI!

Now I must interfere and mention, for the football noobs, that there is a big rivalry between the two teams, and that many vasluians live in Iasi for a reason or another (students, most of them). The distance between the two towns is of 60-70 km so imagine a stadium filled with football fans: half white-blue, half yellow-green.

Said and done: at 19h he is in front of the stadium armed with entertaining tools like: sunflower seeds (great popcorn replacer) and two Beck's beer cans, one in each of his jacket pockets. To prove his love, he immediately buys a POLI scarf and wears it proudly on top of his coat, for every vasluian looser to know he's there for POOOOOLI! Even that group of skinhead vasluians over there, to whom he shouts loudly, so that the entire Copou hill can hear his manifesto: "Is not Vaslui!!!!!" (that, in Romanian, sounds like "Vaslui sucks" and is very common among supporters). One of them comes towards him prepared to show him who is not, but the others stop him with "Leave him alone, man, can't you see he's stupid?"s. "F***ing bald coward!" thinks Porkoo and walks on, to inform other people of his passion, too.

At the entrance in the stadium, the bodyguards give him a light body check and, touching his jacket pockets, they remark: "So you're here for big fun tonight... ;). These remain with us, though!". "Oh, no! Bloody bribees! I have a ticket! They pretend bribe to get on the stadium with a ticket too, damn! Is not Dinamo!!!!" (Dinamo is the police force's football team). But you cannot stand against the police, can you?

Well, finally he finds an empty seat, with no beer but still decided to enjoy the game: he's there for the team after all, beer he can have anywhere. The seat is not so well placed (on the corner of the stadium) but, hey, he's there for the atmosphere, not the game itself, game he can have on TV. His seat is pretty dirty (big (and i mean physically big) sunflower seeds fans behind him) but, hey, POLI is gonna score so much, and he's gonna cheer so much, that he won't have time to actually sit. The teams get in the court: YEEEEEEEEEEEY! GO POOOLI!!! (thinks Porkoo) but just when he is about to open his mouth to let his love come out, he realizes that no one around him is as happy as him... au contraire... They're no real fans! What are they doing on the stadium, then? Look at that fat guy, two seats farther, with his yellow shirt with green collar: no real passion in his eyes... and his that tall skinny one on my left with yellow-green scarf... and that guy near me with his yellow trousers and green coat.. and the otherrrr with yyyyyyeeeelllloooowwww-ggggrrrreeee...
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!! My f***ing perfect luck! f**************!!!!!! f**k, f**k, f**k!!!! damn it, damn it! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! damn iiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOoooooo..... :(((

TO BE CONTINUED...

What will happen next? Will Porkoo come out one piece from the middle of the Vaslui fans horde? stay tuned!

4 comments:

Wayne Allen Sallee said...

hello, hi there, what an interesting post. i work nights, cannot email, but can surf and comment on blogs. come visit my blog in chicago, usa, if you want. i will be back for episode 3. lots of fun writing and detail here; i'm a writer and so i enjoy this...take care.

adina said...

How old did you say Porkoo is ?
How did he get in the middle of the vasluian gallery ? Don't you know before the game where your people stay (as in your gallery) ?

P.S. I am a football noob: not a big football fan, never been to a football game.

Anca Luca said...

@adina
Well, he just finished highschool and got in faculty so he's around 19-20.
And, yes, IF you go with your people you know where they are, but Porkoo went alone and just grabbed the only empty seat he found...

adina said...

I recall that when I was young my grandmother told me the story of the three little piglets. And when she was imitating them, she used to make this familiar noise: sniff... sniff...

Why is the noise made by little pigs so similar with the process of listening for packets on the network, also called sniffing ? (the similarity is only in name of course)

P.S. The fact that the main character of this story is called Porkoo has nothing to do with this comment.