In this day and age of globalism, it’s refreshing to have one month of solid nationalistic fervor.
My sentiments also apply to cycling and the Tour de France.....
On my numerous trips to Honduras, you would see these little kids in small villages out in the cow pastures running around barefoot playing soccer with beat up old soccer balls...None of them had shoes and they probably never saw a new soccer ball in their lives......but they were really having fun.