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Wednesday, June 23, 2010

World Cup staccato

Yes - my French friends talk of a need for drama. When there is
nothing left to hope for all we have is drama.
I am starting to acquire a huge interest in the person of Domenec.
How come he has managed the team for all those years? How can a person
get it all so wrong? Is his astrology chart spooking him?
How can a person in a certain power be so abysmal?
He is just plainly mad, it is amusing to see such an unstable,
emotional, insane person in a power position.
It´s all such a mystery.
I would love to read a psychological report of Demenec.
What a fascinating read.
No irony there.

France is a team I theoretically like.
I like its multi ethnicity.
I like my French friends.
I like some French films.
But I don´t like the nationalism of its Sarkozy/Le Pen supporters.
Which is the whole reason we so applauded the class of 98.

England - Once again the fall of a build up will be harsh, cold and
hard. There is something I don´t dislike about Capello. Could it be
his love of the arts? Probably not as I am sure we don´t share the
same taste.
It´s not the discipline, authority he imposes that I like.
What is it then?
Who knows.
I do know though that I dislike the vulgarity of its fake bling bling
squeamie players.
Bling bling without the african exotism is not too exciting.
An exotims that is a result of a white person looking from the distance.
The results of years living in Hackney.
I should be ashamed of my white "poshy" posture. But I am not.
I love the posture of Didier Drogba, strotting like a horse, with his
chest forward.
The tight orange shirt against the sweat of his body.
The cockiness about him. I do like. Yes.
Could it be the pleasure of the Leni Riefenstahl beauty.
The perfection of the mixture of the Nubu bodies and the Greek statue
like bodies in her Olympia photographs.
The perfection of beauty.
The perfection of athletism.
Oh yes.

Oh how I miss Togo and Mali, the other two african nations worthy of
the Leni Riefenstahl stamp.

This World cup is all about blandness, there is such a lack of blood,
beauty and eroticism.
There is nothing exciting about Algeria, Serbia and Denmark.
Even Maradona is not capable of "sexing it up" (in reference of the
Gordon Brown sexing up of the Iraq inquiry). Maradona was much more
interesting, fascinating when he was on the verge of a heart attack in
the stands, with his daughter standing next to him in total

Also I am still in search of a team to support.
I just don´t care that much this year.

Read the great essay by Susan Sontag (a complement to my Nubu / Olympia theory).
Fascinating Fascism

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Blogger Yrsa Roca Fannberg said...

England and its crash -
Is it all Capello´s fault?
Is it Emile Heskey's fault?
Where is the root of the problem?
Too much self belief?
To little?
Capello's tactics are restrictive?
The fear of failure?
Spoilt brats?
Too much reliance on Rooney who might not be the wonder everyone think
he is?
Should Joe Cole have played alongside Rooney, to bring on some more creativity?

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