Desperate times call for desperate measures. My attempts to find a full on, no-holds-barred, no-one-here-but-us-Algerians bar/restaurant/club/wholesale furniture store to watch the game at have failed up to this point. My mentions of Rangers player Bougherra have only gotten me so far in this city, so I pulled the "Gotta find it" Hail Mary. I Googled it.
Up popped two results under "Algerian restaurant", one called JaJa Mediterannean, the other Roi do Couscous. Result! However, if my dealings with Toronto restaurants have taught me anything it is this: Unless you see a very well maintained website telling you about the trivia night results from last week, make sure that the places are still around. Glad I did. JaJa has turned into some sort of a fire-pit meat grilling place, and Roi de Couscous, the best-named restaurant ever, is now a sushi joint on Baldwin St, something that street has desperately needed (I note dipping my comments in hot buttered sarcasm).
So, back to the old-new 'hood and back to Bloor and Shaw. I decide to try a new venue for football but a place that I have been to before, Lalibela Ethiopian restaurant.
Lalibela - Where One Would Think All African Teams are Welcomed
As before, not as highly attended, but again, people appear to have to work at 10:00 am on a Wednesday. Over the course of the match, people do begin to file in. I also note that Algerian manager Rabah Saadane must make this a very important game as he's wearing a suit in lieu of the tracksuit from the previous matches. I'm hoping it's that, because I also note that some folks also dress up for funerals. Ugh.
I'll Assume Everyone Else is a Blogger as Well
The restaurant has both games on; the England match has the audio on, but all in attendance focus on the muted Algerian game. To add to the mixed media of the experience, the Algerian game is split with a white line down the middle of the LG screen with something called "TruMotion" on on one side, and off on the other. I see no difference. More like "FalsMotion".
Can You See The Difference? Yes. One Team Will Score.
With the two screens broadcasting the two games being on opposite sides of the restaurant, I begin to feel like I'm watching tennis not football. I finally decide to keep my eyes glued to the Algerian match, while eavesdropping on the England match audio. No choice really.
When the first USA chance is called offside, there's no reaction from the viewers. Everyone appears to accept it. I begin to wonder why and then I hear the England goal.
Damn.
I fire up my Excel spreadsheet of results that also calculates the group table places and start tinkering with possible results. Slovenia need a goal and so does Algeria. Thankfully Bougherra is not seeing that much of the ball, leaving it to the midfield and forwards whose job it is to pop the Jabulani into the net. That said, in typical Bougherra style, any attempts to tell him to stay back fall on deaf ears.
The passes are being fed into the box by Algeria but to no effect, Algeria not able to get on the end of one and slot it home. Which, admittedly, has been the story of this campaign for them, having not scored a single goal in the tournament. At the six minute mark Algeria chanced it off the bar, but that's the closest they have gotten.
The half-time hit, and if I hadn't a lunch appointment, I'd be tearing into a Foul, a stew of beans with sauteed onion and green pepper in butter, that comes with a side of fresh bread that is making my stomach growl with vuvuzela-intensity. Also in the key of B-Flat.
Still-Life With Laptop and Coffee. See, Ma? I'm a Proper Journalist Now!
Second half continues and the USA and Algeria are trading blows back and forth, both landing chances on either side that are not hitting the mark. It's a hard thing, keeping an eye on one game and willing another team to score one in another match.
I keep hearing about the Slovenian pressure, but I'd love to hear the crowd silenced to make Algeria's task easier. As it sits with England up 1-0, Algeria have to win by two, two more than they've scored in a previous 180 minutes of play. Except now they have less than 20 minutes to do it in. Algeria begin to remind me of my hairline; decent at the back, really thin up front.
Torn further am I as a Rangers fan as seeing Maurice Edu subbed off early on the US side, but now in the dying moments, seeing DaMarcus Beasley, another probably-soon-to-be-former Rangers player take the field. Ugh. Fouls are marking the end of both games, making both games increasingly tough to watch.
Two goals are needed in the dying moments, one from Algeria, one from Slovenia, that will make the freshly yellow-carded Algerian Lacen actually able to miss the next match. Still nil-nil, and there are no happy faces anywhere in the stands, both the Yanks and Algerians needing a goal to advance.
Suddenly it all happens very very weirdly.
The England game ends 1-0. As soon as the match ends and they announce the win, a US strike on goal, a rebound, and Donovan slots hit home behind the Algerian keeper. 1-0 USA...and the place erupts. Not only do Algeria lose, not only do the US go through, but to add to it, I've been hanging out in a place that was cheering on the US. No one wanted Algeria to win except me. Injury is added to insult as Algerian captain Yahia is given a red card in the dying moments.
So thus ends not only an unsuccessful World Cup for the Boughie-Boys, but also for me in trying to find out more about the Algerian community in Toronto. Not unlike Algeria in this group, I never came close to hitting the net.
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