For a nation so accustomed to winning, on home soil or otherwise, in a sport so dear to them that it’s so much more than one for its formidable 200 million (well, almost) population, the very symbolism of booing their own players on the field wasn’t easy for anyone there. Nor was it for anyone in the world supporting the Canarinho from around the world. The world cup being too big a tournament for such a nation to suffer it’s biggest defeat ever. Certainly not easy for a long-standing fan of the Selecao. Granted, I wasn’t an ardent follower, and neither did I follow the conquests of the players between cups, but of all the world cups I’ve watched, and supported the Canarinho throughout, the 2014 World Cup was the hardest. Between losing their Talisman, Neymar to an unfortunate spinal injury, and missing quite a few big names, including Kaka, Robinho, Pato, etc. the likes of whom would have sent shivers down the spines of any opponent, leaves me filled with contrite.

There are a lot of budding youngsters here, with promising futures, but what is a pool of young talent without someone to play side-by-side with them and inspire them? As a fan, I must say, it hurts quite a but more than I expected to see such talented players’ spirit obliterated.

The funny thing about skill is, though, that it can’t be kept at bay for much long. Sooner or later, it’s inevitable rise to the surface is to be expected. It might take a while to recover from a defeat of this scale, but we’ll patiently stand by during what we all dearly hope is their worst. Because that’s what true fans do. They don’t give up on you when you bite the dust. We will chant in your support until the day we draw our last breath, and then, another generation of fans will rise, and unconditionally support another generation of players playing in Canary Yellow, upholding a nation’s pride.