When a football match is playing in Jamaica, you know. The other day I was in the doctor’s office with my son waiting. A football game was on and a crowd was watching. And all of a sudden both my son and I jumped in response to loud screams and yells. I guess someone had scored a goal. The enthusiasm here is unparalleled, like most things in Jamaica, there is never a shortage of passion. Flags are everywhere, the roads are quiet at certain times. And there are intermittent screaming sessions. I have to remind myself that it is football, not some bloody murder going on.