Science fiction and fantasy author Michael Moorcock has written an enormous sequence of novels about the Eternal Champion, the same hero reborn in dozens of different persons. Whether the Eternal Champion is named Elric of Melniboné, Oswald Bastable or Ulrich von Bek, he is always first and foremost the Eternal Champion. The particularities of each champion’s life and personality are different, but their role is the same every time, to restore balance to an off-kilter world.
The World’s Greatest Player is similarly reborn over and over again, though whole eras of football can pass without a player of that stature: 1990-98 is a recent example. It is questionable whether we have such a player among us today. Messi is pretty close to clinching that title, but his disappointing World Cup this summer kept him from stepping up onto the pedestal, this year at least. It is, of course, ridiculous to consider any single player to be clearly better than all the other players, yet there is wide consensus that Pelé was the greatest player from the late fifties to the early seventies. It’s hard to argue with his World Cup tally, and I wouldn’t (though, to be technical, he had little to do with Brazil’s 1962 win, being sidelined with a torn muscle after the 2nd group match). His transcendent skill is evident from the many videos one can watch online. Before his time you get into the hazy era before every major game of football was recorded for television, so it is hard to compare the skill of previous contenders. After Pelé’s day you have Cruyff, whose claim to the role is sadly marred by not winning the World Cup, a cruel but crucial prerequisite. Maradona followed Cruyff and then you have Zidane.
It has been a long while since I’ve been stunned by an advertisement, let alone one for fashionable suitcases, but the Louis Vuitton ad featuring Pelé, Maradona and Zidane did just that. There’s nothing that striking about the image itself, three men standing around a foosball table, but I suppose that when you’re photographing what might well be the three most iconic living sportsmen there’s no need to go crazy. The people whose attention this image was meant to captivate would’ve stopped and looked at anything featuring those three. Playing frisbee golf, watching American Idol on a ratty sofa, drinking tomato juice out of clown shoes, all would’ve made me cease whatever I was doing to stare. I’ll admit that part of what shocked me was that there now was, apparently, a third person who could stand alongside Pelé and Maradona. Growing up it was incontestable that the greatest football players of all time were Pelé and Maradona. I may be reading too much into a single ad, but it genuinely shocked me to see Pelé and Maradona joined by a third. On reflection, it’s not that surprising, given that these three are the same player reborn.
Watching videos of these players what strikes the eye aren’t the differences but the similarities. If anything defines their superhuman quality, it’s how they can cut through a gaggle of defenders like an industrial laser through a car door. The manner in which they do that is similar. They appear to be on the verge of falling over, but somehow they stay upright as they stumble through the men heaped around them, the ball staying at their feet like a lovestruck puppy. At other times, when not unlocking defenses like a supercomputer unscrambling a Rubik’s Cube, they epitomize economy of movement, seeming not to do much until suddenly one action leads to the winning moment: Pelé’s sideways pass to Jairzinho who then scored the single goal of the 1970 game against England, Zidane’s two late goals against England at the 2004 European Championships, and Maradona’s flat-footing of the entire Brazilian team in 1990 before setting Caniggia up for the lone goal of the match.
Those aren’t the only similarities, of course. They also have incredible vision, finding weakness in their opponents where none was suspected, finding passes where none appear feasible. They were leaders of their teams, got their teammates to play at a higher level than they were previously thought capable of and, conversely, left their nations bereft of ideas after retirement. Argentina and France are both lost in a search for replacements and Brazil suffered 24 years in the World Cup wilderness (even the Copa América eluded them until 1989). All three grew up poor and made the most of their talent, working tirelessly at becoming the best. And all seem to move with instinctual ease, making decisions with the kind of speed which makes one suspect they can see a few seconds into the future. Sure, there are differences between them, but the differences are small compared to the totality.
All three embody what we want out of football players, ball control, success, proletarian upbringing, flair, attack-mindedness, vision, leadership and a penchant for winning games in dramatic fashion. That is no accident. Collective fandom has an ideal player and these three fulfill it to a tee. Pelé, Maradona and Zidane all had defects, none were anything special defensively, for instance, but if they had been that might actually have sullied them. Beckenbauer was as complete a player as they were but spent too much time defending to live up to the role of World’s Greatest Player. Players in the mold of Juan Sebastian Verón and Gunther Netzer, slow deliberate players, can’t be the World’s Greatest Player because they seem to put too much thought into their game, taking their time to find the perfect pass. And those who appear to work too hard, Jürgen Klinsmann, for example, are never considered.
Pelé seized the moment when football globalized. People were no longer limited to watching their local matches and he became arguably the first ever World’s Greatest Player. The unanswered question is whether he set the mold or if he epitomized an already existing ideal. Do we collectively seek out this particular type of player because they’re intrinsically more pleasurable to watch than any other kind, or did Pelé imprint himself on the global fandom like some ball-dribbling Konrad Lorenz causing us, even those who never saw him play live, to seek out his image on the field? Either way, we await the next incarnation of The World’s Greatest Player, bringing beauty to a game that always exists in a fallen state, biding our time till the return of the Golden-Shirted Age of Pelé.
Kári Tulinius is an Icelandic poet and novelist. His first novel, Píslarvottar án hæfileika (Martyrs Without Talent), was published this spring in Reykjavík. He currently resides in Providence, Rhode Island.
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by Kári Tulinius · August 17, 2010
I just don’t rate Zindane that highly. The casual football-following world barely knew him before his head butt.
@Luka So your evidence that Zidane is not a World’s Greatest Player (a question which I take no stance on; he’s unquestionably a great player, but I find the debate around who or what a World’s Greatest Player is far more interesting than any solution to it) is that people who don’t know much about soccer didn’t know much about him?
I love Pele week.
Fat Ronaldo. I know it became he became somewhat of a joke these days, but to come back from a horrible injury and win the Ballon D’or again says it all.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dn1e5Bqy_e8
I feel that the latest Adidas football advert backs up the assertion that Zidane has taken his place in the pantheon.If the ad execs feel able to put a retired footballer at the centre of their latest million-pound campaign, they must be pretty convinced of the esteem in which he’s held.
When most sports stars retire they enter a very seperate stage of their commercial lives – they can do ironic ads, self-deprecating ads, comedy ads or serious spokesperson ads, but they’re no longer allowed to share centre-stage with the thrusting young bucks they’ve just left behind.
And yet here is Zizou, indulging in some dangerous driving around an un-named cityscape whilst Leo and David stare passionately into each others eyes and think about hitting the showers. What is Zizou’s function here? Perhaps he is there to chaperone the whippersnappers as they head out on their first date?
@Salman Thaw Ronaldo is great, definitely one of the greatest ever players. He might have taken his place in the pantheon (thanks for the phrase, Alex!) if not for the Inter years, which he spent sidelined with an injury. A lot of people have started referring to the nineties and the aughties as the age of Zidane and Ronaldo (here’s one example) and that might be how posterity will view it, but I have a feeling that Zidane just about edges that one (I’ll admit a bias since I am a France supporter, having lived in France as a kid). The times they met at the World Cup, 1998 and 2006, Zidane had superb matches while Ronaldo had poor games. It’s not a deciding factor, but in such a tight contest that may break the tie.
Ronaldo is one of many players I decided not to mention in this post. The one that I most regret ignoring is George Best, so I’m glad that Ismael wrote about him. Best’s skill and creativity was equal to Pelé et al, but he had the misfortune of playing internationally for a team that rarely qualifies for the World Cup, and never while he was in his prime, therefore didn’t get the opportunity to show his skill on the global stage. Just think how famous and iconic Best’s nutmegging of Cruyff would be if it had happened in a major competition and not just in a European Championships qualifier?
I couldn’t find a video of the Cruyff nutmeg online so I’ll leave you with a YouTube clip of a goal Best scored in the twilight of his career, playing for the San Jose Earthquakes in 1981.
Great post, and great week. I think it’s a sad reflection on the average football fan, though, that Beckenbauer is rarely included in the discussion for greatest footballer ever. When millions of fans bemoaned the Dutch loss in 1974, it was Beckenbauer’s acumen and football knowledge that knit the German team together into a side capable of defeating Total Football. Individually, Bayern Munich has been playing in his shadow for decades, in a way no other player has dominated the history of a major European club. No other player I can think of has the combination of technical and attacking ability and defensive skill that he had. Others invented playing styles; Beckenbauer effectively invented a new position (sweeper), a more impressive feat in my opinion. In short, I think it’s hard to argue there has ever been a more complete player. Not the same as the best player, maybe, but I certainly think he should be part of the conversation.
Incidentally, on Zidane and Cruyff, I’m often reminded of a passage from Rob Smyth’s wonderful article about Rivaldo: “Sir Alex Ferguson once observed that Zidane didn’t really “hurt” teams and, while it sounded sacrilegious, there was a degree of truth in it. In terms of ball retention he was probably the greatest player of all time, blessed with such grace and supernatural awareness that he could play a game of real-life Pac-Man and never be caught, but to some extent his work was done in less dangerous areas. He needed good players alongside him.” I think to some degree the same was true of Cruyff, if for no other reason than he insisted on Total Football, which necessitates 11 good players, whereas that need was certainly not true of Maradona or Pele (blessed though Pele was with good teammates). Judging by the chasm between Barcelona and Argentina’s current fortunes, Messi sadly looks to be more like Cruyff or Zidane than Maradona.
I just can’t quite wrap my head around Zizou sharing a pedestal, let alone a foosball table, with Pele & Maradonna. I loved him as a player, and he was the best player of his generation, but his play was more efficient than breathtaking.
I don’t want to knock a player for great passes, snap decisions, and economy of movement, but if making great teammates 5% better is the litmus test for eternal greatness, what separates Scottie Pippen from Michael Jordan?
@Elliott The pirouette. That is all.
His ability to receive the ball, and then sweep it away from the opposition is unparalleled. This ability is also a modern necessity, which (in my mind) elevates Zizou to the very pinnacle in football. He combined the very best of Riquelme, Cantona and Bergkamp.
Maradona and Pele are great, the very greatest, but they come from a time when football was very provincial, and defenders gave large amounts of space to attackers, and when they were aggressive, they lunged for the legs and not for the ball.
ps. As for the period between 1990-1998 I would argue that Cantona briefly occupied that space, similar to how Ronaldinho looked to be one of the greats between 2002 and 2006.
Zidane is like one milimiter less high than Pele or Zidane; actually if Zidane scored that header against Buffon in the 2006 final he could just achieved total and deserved membership into the Gods Country Club.