Every Scar Tells a Story

Quick question, since everyone seems to be comfortable with the idea of God as a color commentator: who's doing play-by-play?
Read Richard's post on how ESPN didn't totally screw up its coverage of Euro 2008.
Read Dave's perfectly executed headbutt to the sternum of MLS (video footage to be suppressed immediately).
Read The Game on Sepp Blatter's use of the word "slavery" to describe Cristiano Ronaldo's £120,000-a-week contract with Man Utd. Turns out it isn't the first loopy thing he's said!
Read Antonio G's brilliant post on the future of football tactics.
More generally: Sports and the role of the past.
The Gaffer at EPL Talk recently asked whether today's achievements can stand up to the legends of yesterday, and found that they cannot (he wrote off art, music, and literature as well as sports, so prepare for a soulless future of easily winded men). Fredorrarci, fresh off the Wimbledon final, argues that 1) oh, yes they can, and 2) focusing excessively on the past can cause you to miss the vitality in present moments that made you care about those earlier moments in the first place.
I agree with Fredorrarci—or at least I think no one has a wide enough field of reference to judge the question, and that the most we can do is wring as much as we can from the present. The proof of this is that people have always felt they were living in a hopelessly fallen moment and longed for an escape into the past: nineteenth-century artists wanted to live in the Renaissance, Renaissance artists wanted to live in classical Rome, the Kinks spent half their career mourning the fact that it was no longer 1913, contemporary bands spend half their careers trying to copy the Kinks, Cervantes parodied the impulse in Don Quixote, Henry James scrutinized it in "The Madonna of the Future," every 12-year-old boy is convinced he's a misplaced medieval knight, etc.
The near-paradox of this is that part of making the most of the present is knowing as much as we can about the past, which is why I recommend Richard's ongoing series on the history of football in Toronto at A More Splendid Life. He's reassembling fragments of some interesting old stories without either sentimentalizing them or using them as a soapbox from which to complain about Cristiano Ronaldo's 21st-century curls.
I have more to say about all this, but this was supposed to be a link post, so I'll cut it short for now. Transfer Gossip Poetry Grenade Vol. III lands in your foxhole tomorrow.







Brian, I think the second link is messed up, my friend.
Fixed. Thanks for the heads-up, Tom.
Always willing to give my own site traffic…I'm generous like that.
Cheers, Brian.
I can't help thinking I undermined my whole post by acknowledging the practically universal praise the match garnered, and the consensus recognition that this really was, in the history of sport, a Big Deal. But I think my points still stand. And you're spot on in bringing up the importance of knowing one's history in order to provide proper context for the present. The key is, as with so much, to strike a balance and not fall into the "in the beginning the world is pure and has been in terminal decay ever since" way of thinking, nor that of believing that only what happened in the last few minutes is of any significance (get me started on the concept of 'Premier League records' and watch me go).
Brian, you're linked by 2 of my favorite soccer sites: Sport Is a TV Show and Soccer Orb. After a few visits, I can see why. It's very entertaining in a knowing sort of way.
I had a hard time deciding whether to should submit my own contribution under this post or the one titled Transfer Gossip Poetry Grenade. Anyway, I hope it's in the Run of Play spirit:
With FIFA boss Blatter complicit,
An out clause may now seem implicit.
So a club can't enslave
Guys like Crissy, poor knave.
And his ass? They might as well kiss it.
Steve, the best part of this is that it doesn't even feel like a diminishment of Blatter to write about him in a limerick. It just seems like his natural form. Thanks for that.
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