 “We don’t support sport. We support events.”
“We don’t support sport. We support events.”
Brian Lewis’ comment in  the context of the overwhelming turnout and the peculiar behaviour of  many fans for Tuesday’s do-or-die women’s World Cup qualifier was  prompted by my lamentation over the preoccupation with fete, fete, fete  before, during and immediately after the 1-0 loss to Ecuador that ended  the dream of the national team.
It was during a commercial break of  an interview with the president of the Trinidad and Tobago Olympic on  Friday’s “Sporting Edition” on TV6 that the point was being developed.
There’s  very little about the Trini way of doing things that should shock or  bewilder anymore. Still, this slavish obsession with inane, repetitive,  re-heated trash to the extent that the football almost appeared to be  getting in the way of the ragga-ragga, yabba-dabba doltishness leaves  you to wonder.
Barely had the shrill blast of the referee’s final  whistle died down than the whole cacophonous nonsense was pumped up to  the max by the house DJ. Surely, though, this was the moment,  notwithstanding the crushing disappointment of defeat when so, so close  to a first-ever appearance at a senior Women’s World Cup finals, to  appreciate the efforts of both teams then going through vastly different  emotional experiences out on the field.
Most of the Trini girls were  inconsolable, not least goalkeeper Kimika Forbes. So outstanding  between the uprights in helping her side reach this far, she will, like  Michael Maurice 25 years and 13 days earlier, re-live that moment in  second half stoppage time when indecision coming off her line created an  opportunity for Monica Quinteros to get the touch that proved enough  for the South Americans to steal the victory and claim the 24th and  final spot at next year’s tournament in Canada.
Maylee Attin-Johnson,  outstanding throughout the game with her energy in battling for the  ball in midfield and urging on her teammates, fulfilled her leadership  responsibilities in shaking hands with all three officials on the field  before returning to the company of her fellow players.
In stark  contrast, the Ecuadoreans could barely restrain their jubilation. There  were no more than 20 or so supporters of the visitors among the  22,000-plus at the Hasely Crawford Stadium but almost all of them  enjoyed the moment to the fullest. Smiles, tears of joy and fulsome  embraces among players, support staff and those few fans put the cap on a  memorable night for the women’s game of that country.
Had the  efforts of both teams been really appreciated, they would have been  warmly applauded at the end of it all and maybe, just maybe, the  Trinidad and Tobago players would have found an audience receptive  enough to allow them a chance to walk around the athletic track and  acknowledge the presence of the fans, especially as none of them had  ever before experienced such an atmosphere in senior national colours.
Even  if Ecuador had completely ruined the occasion for the hosts by virtue  of that solitary goal, they deserved to be acknowledged as worthy  competitors, hanging on tenaciously before making Trinidad and Tobago  pay the ultimate price for failing to convert the handful of clear-cut  chances that came the home side’s way.
 I was thinking of using the  phrase about Ecuador “spoiling the party” by their victory. However that  clearly was not the case as the dancehall extravaganza was on in full  swing, complete with hands in the air, legs in the air and posteriors  rotating even as the Trinidad and Tobago players eventually trudged off  back into the dressing room, their drooped shoulders and forlorn  expressions completely at odds with the fete that was not only in full  swing, but continued out along Wrightson Road and across to the limers’  ground zero: Ariapita Avenue.
Defeat in a sporting event is not a  disaster, nor should it trigger a violent reaction. Surely though it  should matter...at least a little bit. Shouldn’t it?
Lewis’  contention that we are not a society that really supports sport but  merely celebrates the moments as isolated events was in response to my  assertion that we may want to win very badly, but losing isn’t something  that hurts so much that we vow to do whatever it takes to ensure that  it doesn’t happen again.
At the 2006 World Cup finals in Germany,  where Trinidad and Tobago made an historic first appearance, a  hard-fought goalless draw in the opening game with Sweden was followed  by another battling performance against England where the favourites  were frustrated for 82 minutes before Peter Crouch and Steven Gerrard  eased English discomfort for a 2-0 win.
It was a result that had Trinis chipping down the Western Main Road in St James in celebration of the defeat.
If losing doesn’t really matter, from where does the never-say-die will to win come?
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