As noted by many, so far the World Cup has been an uplifting success. Not only the action on the field (which will improve as the tournament progresses), but the rousing action off it. Indeed, the fun antics of supporters from distant lands is probably more enthralling. They are joyfully manifesting their cultural pride; however, I’m wondering if the cameramen in the cauldron have too much pride in the month of June.
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During the less exciting women’s World Cup, when a player falls prostrate after a foul, leaving her in a compromising position, the cameraman immediately turns the lens to a discreet angle. There is no peering. I’m sure they are under strict orders to not focus camera shots on player postures that fake feminists perceive as suggestive, or even voyeuristic.
Such discretion appears absent in the men’s more exciting World Cup. When a player goes tumbling — perhaps the ball slammed into his “family jewels” — he might also sprawl out indiscreetly on the pitch. Rather than turn the camera askew, the operator (or director pulling the strings) seems to relish their prone position. In at least a couple of matches I indulged, they focus interminably on the distraught fella’s anatomy.
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What a bunch of bollocks. It’s quite off-putting, and has me wondering how much June Pride they have. Instead, it would be an opportunity to turn to the tantalizing cheerleaders performing a rousing hoochie-coochie (with some moderation to make it family-friendly) strut. That’s likely to even turn an out-of-his-depth drunken Scot agog.
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