Several afternoons each week a group of blind men meet in Bogotá’s National Park to play football. I’ve always admired them, but do much more now after a group of bike tourists put on blindfolds and played a match with them. My first piece of advice for the sighted who dare to play football blind is to wear your
bike helmet!During my first five minutes of ‘playing’ – if wandering about disoriented can even be called that – I fell over behind the goal and ran into a steel railing, bruising my forehead, as well as colliding with several other players. During the rest of my ‘playing,’ I never managed to locate either goal or identify which players were my team. The few times that I managed to touch the ball and actually controlled it, I didn’t know what to do with it. Which was understandable, I guess, since I’d lost track of the goals and my teammates.