An international tournament turned political minefield; played in Jordan, an island of diplomacy in a tense sea of conflict. Third time the charm with the Iraqi national team – tales of Tae Kwon Do, Uday, and loss; grim perseverance and enduring hope the mantra.
La Liga concludes with joyous, unbalanced reception; Golden Balls featured; unintended contraband, a hurried snack, and some quality time with Patrick Swayze.
Honey; still fighting the good fight; forlorn with its pressing weight.
Divided countries unified on the pitch – politics and religion set aside for ninety minutes; give or take. Splits still evident, but forcefully made invisible.
Initiation; accepted by the squad through interpretive dance as the bus jigs through the streets of Amman, driven by laughter.
The Iraqi Diaspora in full voice; the competition closes much as it had begun; diplomatic goalless draws turn to consolatory losses.
Current disappointments, fast-forwarded to future celebration, and back again. The difference a few weeks and several thousand kilometres can make.
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