Dreaming from the Sixties to Forever

For me and the other young people of my generation, the 'sixties kids', these football days and the excitement of the World Cup may taste different from twenty years ago. However, it cannot be denied that all of this is a reminder of that atmosphere, those days when we all thought in elementary school, with the simplicity of childhood, that since we had passed the barrier of Australia and gone to France, we would advance from our group and reach the next stage; but years later we realized how far we were from the world of football and how much distance had been created between us and them. But this year in Russia, everything is different. While the logic of the sixties kids weighed heavily on their dreams and we spoke with despair about being in the death group and early elimination, glimmers of hope opened between this dark wall of reason and logic, eyes were fixed on the players' calves, and gradually the sprouts of desire for big dreams illuminated the shadow of despair. Hope and the effort to achieve a big dream was something our football lacked. Perhaps the entire Iranian society felt this lack, but the kids who, in their childhood, secretly ate a banana at school so that others would not be upset by seeing it, today have united and laid everything they have and do not have on the football table, sharing their joy and hope together with their compatriots. Regardless of any result we have in the game against Portugal, this World Cup taught us a great lesson: 'Never forget our dreams.' Farid Amin, a graduate in visual communications and new technologies in art, joined Radio Farda in 2017 and his media activities are in the fields of music, visual arts, and technology.