Last night we went down to the National Stadium to watch the Reggae Boyz play against the USA. It was a qualifying game for the World Cup and the Boyz did not fare well.

I have absolutely no expertise to comment on the way the Boyz played, but they looked lethargic to me. The crowd, however, was not. They were not having any of it. All around us in the bleachers, people were coaching and critiquing the entire time. My favourite part was the dude wearing a bright yellow hard hat. He yelled the entire game, danced when JA scored their lone goal and then said he was stressed out when the US scored their second goal to end the game 2-1.

People were so angry with some of the JA’s coaches choices they started to leave early. Apparently they were holding on to residual anger from Usain Bolt’s loss to USA’s Justin Gatlin earlier in the week. So bottles started flying but then the police and private security forces started filing out, assembling themselves along the perimeter of the field. They just stared out at us, the crowd, clutching their batons. Kind of creepy. But everyone left peacefully. A ton of fun! (Thanks to Althea for the pics.)