I do not know if all football fields have this acoustics or it’s only the ones I have visited. It is a unique sound, men shouting instructions at each other while pursuing a ball, and the louder they shout the greater the echo, against the nearly empty stands, apart from a few young enthusiasts, encouraging their parents, or their children, or their friends. And as the game progresses, the light is dimmer, but the shouts and echoes are not. And there comes a time when the field is barely visible from the fence, and the only truly visible things are the fluorescent boots of the players, multicolored boots under the uniformity of the duller team uniform colours. But someone has forgotten to turn on the lights and the sky and the field are darker and darker. Then the party and the echoes have died, and the football field is silent and dark.