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J. Jonker, Amsterdam, circa 1670
an old photo :)
cup from Whittard of Chelsea
VGT_Cup 03.04.2016
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Nuria Parrizas Diaz of Spain serves Group D match during United Cup at Ken Rosewall Arena, Sydney Olympic Park Tennis Centre, Sydney, Australia on 2nd January 2023. Photo by Peter Dovgan.
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Nice old school touring cars during the Heritage Touring Cup at the Spa-Classic event at the Spa-Francorchamps Circuit in 2018
These cup-shaped structures serve the purpose of asexual propagation on Marchantia polymorpha. They form little discs of plant tissue that can be spread by water, for example, and grow into clones of the mother plant. You can see several of these gemmae having spilled out already and lying on top of the mother plant. This is actually a focus stack of two images with different focal planes. One of the images is here.
[photo source: Getty Images / Spain wins the World Cup title]
Spain wins their first World Cup title after defeating The Netherlands. Team Spain scored at the added extra game time in the four or so remaining minutes before, what would have been, a penalty shootout (not the best way to win a match). Neither Spain nor The Netherlands could score during the game's regulation time.
It was both restless and thrilling. While Spain played what they normally play – they played well, while the Dutch failed to attack and gain possession of the ball for the most part. The Dutch had many wide open opportunities and close calls for a goal (such as that one where the ball merely bumps the goal's post like golf - where are the other Dutch men to kick that in?!). It felt like an awful teaser to the Dutch fans.
The game overall was thrilling, but lacked a balanced spectacular game play showcase I was hoping to see (such as Germany playing against their victims). Not headbutting action here.
A good thing.
Though, there were vicious moments.
Pushing, shoving each other, penalty cards flying all over players' face for both sides, and a few simulation (flopping around on the field and acting) on Spain's part.
The bar I witnessed the final match was packed with supporters to both Spain and the Dutch. Good. That means I can go along with the waves of "Aaaaahs!!!!" screams any time the Dutch were close to making a goal. Yes, I felt partial to the Dutch team on this match while I never had before. Perhaps they are the least favored. I never felt much about Spain throughout the World Cup. It's too easy to root for the most likeliest teams to win.
In comparison to the last game I had witnessed at a pub, that being the USA v Ghana, I was not hoping for anything (except to see if an octopus can be proven wrong). I was rooting for nations that I didn't "feel" for, but enjoyed the entertainment they brought on. There was no high emotion I felt for this as I had with the USA v Ghana or Uruguay v Ghana while I was equally excited.
As the last few seconds trickled away, waiting for the inevitable final whistle to end the World Cup and crown the Spanish the title, I only had those last few seconds to savor what the last 30 days was about: very sporty and somewhat enlightening.
I got to know South Africa more than I would have before. They were united for the games. Would they be as united as soon as the arenas shut down? I feel doubtful, but at least, I hope, that the experience will leave them with a grand impression. Having FIFA host the games at their nation was really a grand blessing while a curse (or a bad thing) for those that had to be swift away just for the games to be hosted.
Africans yearned for the outside world to see the new them. That they're not a hostile state. That they are all right. While some, can say otherwise. Nothing has changed.
In the last 30 days, I got to see many underdogs take over half of the games with unexpected surprises and shutting critics up. Myself included when the USA advanced past their group matches. I commend them still.
In the last 30 days, I broke my own record of watching and following (to some extent) a single sporting event with some kind of effort. That includes simply tracking scores.
In the last 30 days, I was entertained by the world's unison on a single sport. While I felt alone, I didn't at the same time. This was the best distraction I had when I needed the meaningless distraction in my life. I was distracted by something that will never change my life. I was distracted by a bunch of guys kicking a ball around.
The whistle finally blows. The Spanish collapsed in bliss and joy. Fatigue and overwhelmed. The teams wins. The Dutch are now reconsidering their summer vacation hot spot to Germany.
I came out of the bar feeling ambivalent. A bit strangely melancholic. It wasn't about the final match's results, but rather that this whole series of fiasco is over. I was watching most of these teams rise and fall. Feels a bit like saying goodbye to a friend that I just started to get to know better. If they cared.
Final scores:
The Netherlands v Spain (00 - 01)
That octopus is right again. (You can imagine the death threats the little critter's been receiving.)