To mom

Football is a non -fingered field for anthropologists. In the moments of this collective oblivion, we are all like a palm. “I turn to my mother, my wife and my children,” the commentator Gusev gained momentum, “I am turning to all one hundred and fifty million Russians with a request to support our guys!”

For all one hundred and fifty million Russians, including newborns, completely drunk, fell into insanity and simply not interested in football, I will not entrust (all the more so since even eight millions are eight less with them), but fifty people got into a bar, and there were no free places. However, from this fifty -and a half of a dozen there were foreigners - these just in case they drove separately, at the distant TV. If there was a Spaniard among them, then nothing, clever, did not betray himself.

The rest were ready to support our guys with his mother, wife and Gusev’s children - however, without his exaltation. At the sounds of the Russian anthem, six people stood up. With the sounds of the Spanish anthem, they immediately sat down, and then the game began. Well, you saw it. Mom, wife and children Gusev could not. For our national self -affirmation in the Innsbruck that day, the national team of Kazakhstan was not enough.

... When the prettier on the eve, Daniyar Bilyaletdinov, with a child’s blush, said that the Russian team would not leave the championship before the final, my friend, a middle -aged poet Irteniev, suggested that they, like the national bogs, simply bite themselves with handcuffs to the European Cup. But Daniyar did not joke!

No, by golly: the degree of adequacy of our ideas about ourselves should still become the subject of a serious study. Colleague Daniyar Zyryanov after the qualifying tournament, in which ours finally lost to Israel and heroically defeated Andorra, said that Russia was the best in the group.

Today, after the second goal of Wilia, at the next table, they began to talk about the fact that they would apparently have to leave the group from second place. Before that, they planned-from the first. “Yes, this is not an application for victory in euros,” the lady and cocktail thoughtfully said after the third goal against the unfortunate Akinfeev.

“Ah, if Zyryanov had not got into the bar in the first half ...” Gusev wailed from the screen. True truth! If Torres sprinkled both legs, Puyol fell asleep at the corner flag, Kasilyas was poisoned, and Havi fainted at the sight of the colorek, we would have pulled out their point - how to drink. After this Spanish flour, the players, crawling in chairs and holding microphones in the area of ​​causal places, gave an interview for the sports channel, and the same Zyryanov said gloomily: now, they will begin to say nasty things about the national team.

“But are you ready for this?” - the journalist asked sympathetically.

- Ready. We know everyone ... - Zyryanov grinned badly, and I did not envy the boories who dare to open the mitten on our heroes. However, they will open, of course. Moreover, they will do it exactly the same who have just tried Russia on the European Cup. “Goats! - In the area of ​​the seventieth minute, a man of the Euro -Asian species shouted throughout the bar. (An hour before, I clearly remember, he talked about our prospects in the semifinals.) - Who would run? Drill, where you are grazing! Why Hiddinka pay money! Samsung, fucking! "

Heroes or traitors. Reward or shoot. The third is still not given ... Well, the analysis, of course, still remains our strongest place: in response to the question of the reasons for this misfortune, fats with an offended face complained about a wet field ... The Spaniards played dry. But let's leave the analysis of the game Hiddinka, and we ourselves look better in the mirror, where, on the occasion of football fever, our heated and low -adequate face flashed again. By the way. On the same day, when Bilyaletdinov was hallmical about going to the final, the coach of the Spaniards Luis Aragones said that a draw will arrange him in a meeting with Russia ...