In a Divided World, the World Cup Shows What We Share

I don’t know much about the World Cup or soccer beyond the fact that you score by kicking the ball into a net. But I do know human connection when I see it.

Like many of us who can’t afford the prices of World Cup tickets that seem to exist in another financial universe, I’ve been watching from my couch.

On TV. On social media. Through clips of crowds, chants, and celebrations that feel both far away and oddly familiar.

And what keeps sticking with me isn’t the sport. It’s the people.

It Is No Longer ‘Versus’

Anthony W. Haddad
The Millennial View

There is something happening in Mexico that feels bigger than the game itself. South Korean fans arriving for their match against Mexico, and instead of tension, there’s celebration.

Streets filled with people from both countries. They are hugging, laughing, drinking together, trading jerseys and flags like they’ve known each other longer than a few hours.

A Korean news reporter even received a kiss from a passerby during his coverage for the World Cup.

In one video, a South Korean fan starts waving the flag of Mexico in a crowd of soccer fans, truly showing the unity.

It’s loud, chaotic, and completely unforced.

Even South Korea’s global pop culture showed up in the mix, with “Gangnam Style” playing in the celebrations.

Mexicans dancing and singing GANGNAM STYLE with the Koreans in Mexico after South Korea’s World Cup win pic.twitter.com/Of06aDWsTG

— USMNT Only (@usmntonly) June 12, 2026

Kansas Man Turns Icon After Welcoming Algeria’s National Team

Then there’s another moment, in Kansas, where a man welcomed the Algerian national team to his hometown. Speaking to a local news station, he simply said, “I want to say thank you to team Algeria for choosing our hometown.” Then, even more simply: “Welcome to the United States. Welcome to Kansas.”

When asked what he knew about Algeria, he didn’t pretend. He admitted he didn’t know much. But that didn’t matter to him. They were here, and that was enough to be welcomed.

That felt like something we forget too easily.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen the New York Knicks and San Antonio Spurs fans go to blows just for wearing the wrong jersey. It’s not like this kind of unity is the norm. I’ve even joked that I’m a little afraid of some Philadelphia Eagles fans even though that is the team I follow.

But that’s what makes moments like this feel so different. It warms my heart watching people welcome strangers from other countries, without hesitation, without conditions.

Some of these moments feel almost unreal, like Scotland fully taking over Boston. Kilts flooding Fenway Park after their team’s 1-0 win over Haiti, bagpipes echoing through the streets, thousands of fans turning a baseball stadium into something else entirely. It looks less like a matchday crowd and more like a cultural crossover nobody could’ve planned but everyone just leaned into.

And what stands out most is that they’re not just there, they’re all in. They showed up for the World Cup, stepped into a baseball stadium, and somehow turned it into their own celebration. The kind of full immersion that makes you realize how easily people can belong somewhere when they’re open to it.

Watching it from a distance, it’s hard not to feel a little jealous.

What We See Is Not Who We Are

Most of the time, we don’t see people like this. We see headlines. We see arguments. We see countries framed against each other like permanent opponents in a never-ending match. We get used to sorting people into sides without ever meeting them.

But then you see something like this, and it reminds you of something simpler.

People are not headlines. They are not categories. They are not the version of themselves that gets flattened into a news alert or a comment section.

They have families. They have jobs. They have routines and worries and small joys that never make it into the story.

And when you strip all of that away, what’s left is just … people.

I Am Having the Biggest FOMO

Honestly, it makes me a little jealous watching it from a distance. Not because I need to be in the stadium, but because I wish more of life felt like that — uncomplicated welcome, instant connection, no translation required.

Maybe that’s the part we forget. That we are not naturally divided by the things we’re told divide us. We are divided by distance. By framing. By the stories we repeat about each other without ever being in the same street.

But when we are in the same street, when the flags mix, when the languages overlap, when strangers become neighbors for a night, it looks nothing like the world we’re told we live in.

It looks like something better.

And it leaves me wondering, quietly, after all of it: Why don’t we live like this always?

About the Author

Anthony W. Haddad is a Fresno-based reporter and columnist best known for the award-winning Millennial View column series. He covers a wide range of topics, from pressing local issues and community concerns to the everyday challenges and experiences facing millennials today.

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