On the screen at the head of the Lucky Bar in Washington, Serbian back Aleksandar Kolarov lined up a free kick. Marko Ristic yanked the red, white and blue scarf reading “SERBIA” tighter around his head as it dampened with sweat. Then, Kolarov drilled a left-footed laser past the goalkeeper and Ristic pranced and twirled and kissed the cheeks of men and women he did not know at 9 a.m. on a Sunday.
“Putin!” he howled. “Putin!”
A few feet away, a woman wearing a nearly identical red, white and blue scarf, except that it said “YUGOSLAVIA,” sighed.