The opening of the season; the Paris of the Middle East. Beauty gives way to bullet-holes in a nation of political and religious factions; Christians vs. Christians, Muslims vs. Muslims, it’s complicated. Every club is backed by one.
The juxtaposition of dirt fields strewn with pointed rubble and the lush facilities of the more affluently cared for. Skirting the issue is the way of the day.
Intellectual divisions combated on the terrace; an unpopular but necessary decision made, as others are postponed again and again.
Empty celebrations in a vacant stadium; acrobatic jubilations snuffed out by silence.
Great lengths to take in the match; lofty expectations unfulfilled for those too worn down to bother with the fight these days. The march carries on.
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