Csíkszereda Musings

My life in and around Csíkszereda, also known as Miercurea Ciuc.

World Cup Fever

Posted by Andy Hockley on 18 June, 2006

The first ever blog I did, before I even knew there was such a thing as a blog, or even that such a word existed (and in truth, it may not have existed at that time) was in 1998. It was called something like “Ramblings of a disenfranchised football fan”, and it recounted the amusing(ish) details of my life as a football fan living in the Federated States of Micronesia, attempting to follow the 1998 World Cup, which was not televised in that country (almost uniquely I was led to believe). I suspect it has vanihsed into the periodic clean-ups of a server somewhere (it was on Geocities before Geocities was bought up by Yahoo). I certainly can’t find it via any search engine.

Now, however, eight years later, I live in a country that televises every game and which does so in a very convenient time zone for TV-based match watching. And hence World Cup fever has come to our living room. Sadly there is no Romania or Hungary to cheer on, so we have to make do with spotting players with Hungarian names (yesterday’s red-carded Czech defender Ujfalusi being the most obvious). The World Cup for me is all about cheering on good football and hoping that the team playing the best football wins. Hence, I am not really that patriotic, since the last time England played good football in the finals of a major championship was ten years ago now, and even then it was only one match. So far, honours in the “great football” stake have been taken by Argentina and Spain, and long may they continue to prosper (Spain will, of course, get no further that the quarter finals, because they never do).

I’ll spare you all my commentary on every game, since you can read such things in about a billion other places on the Internet, but I may just pop on from time to time to rave about a performance or criticise a ref (such as the horribly biased one who handed Holland an undeserved win over the Ivory Coast). I have learned, though, through the miracle of football, that Cote D’Ivoire is “Elefántcsontpart in Hungarian, which translates, I believe, as “Elephant bone coast”. Either the Hungarians took the bits that were left after the other European countries had taken all the ivory, or there is a serious misunderstanding as to what ivory actually is.

3 Responses to “World Cup Fever”

  1. Anonymous said

    Hi Andy,
    ever since I found out that somebody from my country has a proper blog, I’be been reading it. 🙂
    What does the world cup mean to me?
    I live in Frankfurt and even though I´m not interested in football, I´m not missing anything. Everywhere I go everything is just about football: at work, even at university they are transmitting every single match and when I´m finally home I´m informed about each goal by the neighbours’ screams.
    If I want to have a drink, I can drink a cocktail in the national flag colours of Germany and if I just want to eat a piece of bread, I can get a football formed bread. Aaaaaaaah, it´s like a nightmare… just a bit worse, because I can´t wake up.


  2. Dezso said

    Elefántcsontpart stands for ivory in the tricky Hungarian language.
    Also, as it is written in one word not two (eg. “elefánt csont” you cannot literally translate it to elephant bone.

    Personal note: Sorry, I am only critical because, for a strange reason, RTL Klub (broadcasting the WC matches in Hungary) has gone just a littlewhile after Maxi Rodriguez scored that fantastic goal. Stranger than this when I turned my radio on at Kossuth (also broadcasting the WC matches) and it has gone too after like 2 minutes.
    Do you think it has anything to do with synchronicity?
    Please analyze this

  3. Romerican said

    If you remember any part of the URL, like the primary directory name or something, then you should be able to find it via


    On the “Wayback Machine”, you would theoretically search for old archives of http://www.geocities.com/my/directory / and it ought to have it, if only bits.

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