Yeah...it's been raining for sixteen days straight and the temperature is hovering at 42 and the lines on the pitch are starting to float in the puddles, but the guys are pullin' their boots on and muttering that "we're too old to be doin' this" at the same time they're getting that rush of old boy adrenalin that shouts "Yes! I'm here and I've got my boots on. I may be old but in the words of Old Nick, "I AINT DEAD YET".
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Fracas Espanol
Just watched Barcelona play Madrid in this week's Copa match. Not as entertaining a spectacle as I would hope. Alexis seems to be a hack magnet lest Barcelona have a newer and younger talented player to come up the ranks as the legendary players age. He took many ferocious chops. Puyol was magnificent in that one moment- the only moment in a match- when he slammed a header into goal to give Barcelona parity. Was the Abidal goal an offside? I couldn't tell from the replays but sad if it was. This Classico deserves to play out with no uncertain elements. In a thought far from the details of this particular game, I find myself thinking about the inevitable tide of time and the reality that the players of today are getting older and will someday be legends but no longer competitors on the pitch. Messi. C.Ronaldo. All of this is fluid. Sometime years from now there will be revivalists who say that Barcelona in this age was the best team ever, Clockwork Orange was the best team ever,.....so it goes. And I am in no position to judge but willing to sit and watch regardless. It's the Game.
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