"With the ball in the head"
By: Andrés Suárez Cardona Johnnatan
This little written about being a beautiful tribute to the mind makes it soccer. It does not seek to raise it on other sports or do win more converts, but simply highlight some of its aesthetic side (not cosmetic) not reached with the advertising or the millions of shirts that marketing is put on the skin of fans consume it.
This essay aims to be a ball that hit the chest of every lover of football and sports as a child to show that artists and magicians of the court he was given on every play. The discussion with the Painting and artwork built with that design dribbles and goals that reach only to the imagination, friend who was taken out of the hat with bicycles, popcorn and roulette wheels, movements and gestures that show the great expression of football dreams come true.
That's how I feel about soccer, as I perceive and remember, football with which I am moved, I get angry and cry from joy to see and play. Joy and suffering that helps me live and live with my friends, my girlfriend, my friends, my family and myself. A constant evolution that I hope will not be exhausted into oblivion or the pain of everyday life.
And I can speak good of the game because it has given me endless memories. The joy that I get to play at least once a week with my neighborhood friends, college and work, the party is an excuse to meet, for we must not lose the friendship, to cooperate in any court as a team. Banquitas first was in the neighborhood or collecting stones to form the arches in the street, then was in the sandbox one block above the house, now on a farm or in the new synthetic fields have become another business. But in a place that is, football is the reason and ritual reconnects us for many a religion.
is in those encounters in which she plays the smaller cover and between the ends of worry and fuss before enjoying the praise of others interested in playing with him. However, almost always the child who was under the posts, one day at the first opportunity comes to move the ball and forget about the arcade, which is why it is so hard to find a goalkeeper to deny him the joy excites the strikers, who has an interest in preventing the ball touches the net because realize what it feels like only to touch her feet. Okay, may sound exaggerated, there are some that like to cover, but not the generality. The truth is that when they appear, they do with deserving pride Rafael Alberti as they dedicate a poem which gave goalkeeper Franz Platko Barcelona Hungarian English. After an intense match against Real Sociedad Alberti said:
"In a desperate moment, was rushed so furiously Platko by the Royal Society who was bloodied, unconscious, a few meters from his post but with the ball in his arms (...) reappeared, bandaged head, strong and beautiful, determined to get killed "
And then come the poem "Ode to Platko" immortalized by Barca goalkeeper.
How human is to keep that joy and admiration that we football, without excess of tactics and strategies, advertising and marketing. Practices that all they do is to enact wasteful consumption and not at leisure and educational component. Yes, because if you look closely at football, also teaches. Discipline commitment, communication, respect, perseverance, qualities that we embody as people and to help us make decisions that give us character and approach to the falls and that drive us to rise again and go for another blow from a ball to make it better.
Football example teaches us patience and coolness that is required to record the soul of Vaseline. Same Antonín Panenka took the decisive penalty at Euro 1976 before the German, where for the first time under the gaze of thousands of spectators, took a large soft in the middle of the goal, ridiculing no more nor less than Sepp Maier the best goalkeeper at the time. Matched by a genius like Zidane to Jester in the final of world cup 2006.
Football teaches us by example that in the midst of difficulties and drama of life, may appear sufficient motivation for the emergence of the best artists in the field. Juan Villoro in his book "God is Round", says football history sadly shows that "... happy families do not produce players. It takes a lot of thirst for compensation for display to 100 000 fans in a stadium and millions of spectators in the mediasphere. The man sings opera or break records because something horrible happened ...". It is clear that the rule is not sui generis, also listed players who did not have great needs and become stars, but the daily shows that it is a commonplace.
To return to aesthetics in football and not get away from the meaning of the text, I must first clarify that my love for the sport grew and singing and shouting to the green of Antioquia, National learned that football is "collective poetry," as Morin. I discovered that in the middle of the stands we lose all rationality and we become one with the mass, which raises the blood to the head and insulting a referee by whim and suddenly due to a tunnel or a beautiful play comes proud to be a team celebrating a goal with the strange side. Apparently no matter the social class differences, we are all one, a color that unites and divides us at the same time. It creates a mystique that as usual we do not understand.
remember the classics vs. America de Cali, the goals of the Smurf's left us nostalgic Ávila, the flying of Higuita and his dribbling outside the arc. The high speed of Ivan Ramiro, who as a velociraptor in the defense reached the dam and stayed with the ball. Andrés generating admiration for the elegance of the court, the interminable Aristi and many celebrations that brought us back star Faustino.
Some chide football misfortunes of violence and corruption, but is not sufficient argument to deny beauty. Ever the English writer Rudyard Kipling won the football, "the little souls that can be satiated by the muddy idiots who play it." Without wishing to be too naive, sadly I see that Kipling did not have the chance to experience and perceive. Not even he understood. Things just feel, that are beyond rationality, which included losing all beauty and denatured. It is necessary to bear them and enjoy them for not wanting to explain. Not to lose touch with reality, but to transgress it and make it more sublime.
feelings in a good football game for me are easily matched to the pleasure of listening to music, a taste for good book or understanding with a good movie. In the final of the Champions League 2005, for example, no one believed that Liverpool could recover the 0-3 draw against AC Milan and Italy and then take the title from the 12 steps. The great captain Stephen Gerard towed began with a spectacular headed goal and was the manager of the criminal who put the commitment 3-3. Without doubt, the players appear in the most anticipated moments, that makes them memorable. This has been perhaps the most moving final I've seen, but certainly my most enjoyable was the last league champions who won the meringues. Zidane (standing, please. Let us honor the teacher) got the winning goal for Leverkusen beat the German. The ball that had been raised with difficulty by Roberto Carlos, was flying toward the left leg of the French with such grace that the latter were slower, the magician with the impact safely without dropping it and took a shot worthy of a final and the best team in the twentieth century by FIFA, the Real Madrid. Goals
through misfortune, battles against dragons, griffins and that not even Homer could have imagined. Exploits of heroes like Rivaldo in the last day of the English league, needed to give the victory to his team to advance to the Champions League and scoring three goals to be reunited with his selection to the whim of Luis Van Gaal. Rivaldo and Ruben Baraja had scored two goals apiece to finish the job did not leave, when suddenly the Brazilian jumped in the middle of Valencia and devised a magic Chile put the game 3-2 in the final minute of the match. My preferred goal, a goal that takes me back to my childhood and me goose bumps at the harmony of movement. The same feelings that I feel the only domain that permeated Maradona on the ball, the kick that still fails to elucidate the temerity Barthes Roberto Carlos, the beauty of the game that we gave Mexico 70 Brazil as the best selection history and that, under the baton of Pelé with his speed, poise and elegance gave us 1300 and three global goals make him the king of this sport.
But as I said before, amid the joy of the other side there is sadness. I do not remember a game more sad, but at the same time has gotten away with so much satisfaction in the work of teams like the Mustang Cup final 2004 between National and Junior, where despite the 3-0 start go up in Barranquilla with 5-2 in Medellin was not enough to win on penalties. The satisfaction of having given everything on the field despite losing the championship was a good resignation. It is not a delusion or maybe yes. But the feeling is so honest that it hurts less defeat. The penalties that have been the lowering of Roberto Baggio in the final of the World Cup with Brazil in 1994 and Martin Zapata (not missed a penalty) Deportivo Cali in the final of the Copa Libertadores 1999 with Palmeiras were the same oppression for green supporters at that time .
's own goal that every Colombian Andres recalls the 1994 World Cup, the Maracana in Rio de Janeiro Uruguay, Zico's sadness in that controversial match against Italy in 1982 and have no disagreement with our selection in the world are feeling that gives us the football and that evoke pain, but also are inherently linked and in no way justify the heinous acts that sadly witness on their behalf. As I said initially the sense of this essay was to highlight some thoughts on the aesthetic side of football, a word that carries not only the beauty but the sensitivity to life, victory and defeat. Aesthetics are those related to ethics (and thus the decisions of our actions) and well understood means not forget what Zinedine Zidane reminds us: "In life there are things more important than football," we do not lose your head by the ball better count the first to play with the second.
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