Sport: April 2008 Archives
At Stamford Bridge on Saturday, just after halftime, Gary Neville and Paul Scholes were returning to their seats. Both were wearing suits; neither had been selected with Fergie casting a wary eye, at least in Scholes’ case, on Tuesday’s Champions League game against Barcelona. Predictably enough, great swathes of abuse rose up from the stands, from the big naked bellies of West London dads, from the well-spoken mouths of those with fathers’ rich enough to buy season tickets for their sons. But the abuse was aimed only at Neville, and mostly at his new moustache. Not a word could be heard of Scholes, save for the odd hushed whisper: “Great player, that fella,” or “nice if he played for us”…
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A few minutes of film can capture the imaginations of people from all walks of life. If you skate, you’ll know about this already. If you don’t, then fall in love with the intro to Lakai’s new film, Fully Flared. The risks they took to shoot it were pretty substantial - using napalm to blow things up will always incur some kind of risk - but the results speak for themselves. It's beautiful.
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Asked a few years ago what he thought of Liverpool FC, Pele, a global ambassador for football no less, said that, yes, Liverpool were a fine team indeed. They have great players, he continued, like Ryan Giggs.
In Brazil, “the greatest player that’s ever been” isn’t revered quite so much as he is in, say, FIFA HQ. He may be ‘The King’, but there’s a feeling of disassociation these days between the young man from the streets who left his mark on the game and the deity he has now become. He recently joked that he was more famous than God because people in Asia knew him, too. So no, in Brazil, they hold another player dearer to their hearts, a man born with a bent spine, one leg shorter than the other and each pointing in opposite directions. That man was Garrincha...
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Some people are really bad at table football. So bad, in fact, that they can barely muster enough power in their goalkeeper’s clearance to reach the opponent’s back line, let alone breach it. I know one such man. I came face to face with him not along ago and it was embarrassing to say the least. Mostly, though, people can play a bit. They partake once in a while and occasionally do something half decent on the pitch - a pass, say, or even a pass followed by a goal. There are also those who can play with their left hand only and still beat you hands down. They are few and far between, a rare breed indeed.
More rare, though, are those who love the game so dearly that they set out to design and build the most glorious ode to table football you could possibly imagine. That, dear friend, is what you see here.
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