More than the last day of the championship, or the outcome of today's Champions League final, I realized that the sense of Football is better understood through a little story that I dreamed the other night.
I was in the backyard of my grandmother's sister (who is not ultra unleashed her) and standing there in the middle there was no other than a well-known filmmaker shamelessly idolized by me (despite attempts to conceal this thing here, there is little to do, the appearance of your dreams is the penultimate step on the path to fanaticism, before it placed under the house). The well-known filmmaker had a child aged 5-6 years with whom I was playing happily on the lawn. When I could finally listen to the Master, the pallosissimi flooded with congratulations on his latest film that whetted her not a little snobbery. He said that he liked to have all these fans. I tried to remedy by talking about his new book in a less laudatory, but nothing. Instead, the child had taken a great liking to me and asked the father how to quit school if I could not go to sleep that night they are to continue playing football together all the time. I, as a joke and by virtue of any sympathy aroused by the joke, to convince the filmmaker to welcome me into his house, I said that I won all the matches. But the great film-maker shook his head, putting implied in that gesture, all the hopes that a father may have against their child. Understanding denial, say something like:-Of course I'm stronger, I have coached at least twenty more! -. But he misses my irony, stain, let alone if he wanted to host me in his house. He started with the usual old story that in sport, as in most of the arts in which the body uses, age is a detrimental factor, etc. ... As if I had not said this just for fun, so to play on a paradox, but to really claim a right of way on her infant. But you know, the guy is a snob, though not inclined to be too much.
But his take literally this sentence reminded me of the main way of football, or at least its economy deeply founded on injustice. Do not count the sacrifices, the merits that are purchased with the age, accuracy, the vision, take notes on the notebook, the various counter-charms, the will of spirit, sacrifice, good game, and all these beautiful things pleasing to God that you teach a child. All of these things at some point are zero, and the truth is that the victory of your opponent's team could always get a surprise in the night, as a theft in the dogmatic slumber of old age, as the kingdom of heaven to the foolish virgins of the parable (or especially for those wise), because the meaning of football is Rosica, Rosica, Rosica, but if you like ass, rosicare to others (that is, despite appearances, a passive function of rosicare itself). Point. After that, the connection to all other feelings unexpressed and repressed in other areas of life can be deduced by itself, and there is no need, as fa ad esempio un mio amico, di citare uno studio che dice che la strategia di gioco dell'Italia è il catenaccio perché storicamente è stato un paese sempre invaso da stranieri ecc... ecc... da cui questo accento sulla strategia difensiva ecc...ecc... Non c'è bisogno di altro. Ripeto, Rosicare*. That's all.**
*(Ci sono altre varianti dialettali del termine, forse di significato un po' più scurrile, come il siculo sucare e il toscano puppare , che cito ora solo per aumentare le visite su questo blog. Infatti, ho scoperto da un po' che la chiave di ricerca in assoluto più cliccata con la quale i lettori incappano here is the word "sluts" or "old bitch". Therefore it seems proper to make small gifts every now and then to my most loyal pornomaniaci)
** (If you are disappointed by this way so miserable that I have proposed, may reveal more secrets of the famous filmmaker me revealed in a dream. He said that he for high artistic merit was able to penetrate where any sportswriter is forced, in spite of the wall, to stop: he entered the dressing room and has encountered and filmed, the motivational technique by which M. will win its final tonight:
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