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Thoughts
about Places
Dubai,
2000
How They Serve The Ham in Hawaii
The Hong Kong Diaries
Thoughts
Without Boundaries
Last
Thoughts of 2000
Thinking About Pakistan
Women's Day - The Sad Truth
Oh Hansie
The Rain
The Rose and the Desert
Cup
of Memories
Truth
& Freedom - Moments On A Crowded Planet
Signs.
But Of What??
Thoughts
of love & longing
Camilia
The BlueGrass and The Blood
Smile, Gone, Trust, Friend
The Beginning
The End
The Death
Without You
You Made Me Feel
The Morning
Coffee Machine Blues
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Now
that June has come and gone, and productivity levels from Bangladesh
to Belgium are back to normal, I find myself looking back on a cup
of great satisfaction.
Like
every world cup, this one required some reorganization of the day
to accommodate anything between 2 to 4 hours of intense television
watching. Sadly, Ten Sports did not quite get its act together on
time to really deliver a high quality package to users ready to
lap up anything. One could have at least expected a few well-constructed
vignettes from past cups or interesting studies converting the obvious
and fictitious living-room discussions into visual treats.
Like
every world cup, I found myself thronging with the vast majority
of the free world, rooting for Brazil. Finding poetry in the jogo
bonito. (All nationalities support 2 teams - their own and Brazil)
Like every world cup, the Brazil matches were fraught with emotional
risk - and a planetary sigh of relief when inevitably one of the
R's found the back of the net. Like every cup there seemed to be
no reason for Brazil to lose. Only this time, they didn't.
Like
every world cup, this one created some more fans. The US doesn't
know it yet, but the greatest threat to the "American way of
life" may come from a spherical inflated object originally
made of leather and capable of mass hypnotism. They say soccer is
the most popular team sport for school kids in the US. This could
shape up to be one of the greatest battles of our time - the beautiful
game versus the American way of life.
Like
every world cup, this one gave us a new dance. Remember Bebeto's
baby and Roger Milla's corner-flag-shimmy? This year's nominees
are Korean speed skating, Robbie Keane's Robin Hood and Klose's
summersault, but the Oscar really goes to Papa Diouf and his merry
men. Senegal's t-shirt dance after their opening goal set the high
water mark for post goal celebrations. Is Saroj Khan listening?
If
Brazil had weaknesses in their game, they weren't apparent. What
was apparent was Edmilson's inability to don his spare shirt in
the final - a performance made difficult under the glare of 50 thousand
pairs of eyes. Of course, in the "Emperors new clothes"
category, Sepp Blatter, the head of FIFA rules with his recent outburst
against technology. His position as a leading twenty-first century
luddite is assured and his blanket statement that technology will
never be used to improve refereeing smacks of
um
well,
stupidity.
Unlike
other world cups, this world cup did not create heroes. It destroyed
them. The list of fallen idols frighteningly long. Ask the French,
ask the Italians and the Argentinians. They left with their heads
bowed, locks and all. They raved, ranted and called the referees
names. But they forgot that the idea of the game was to score goals.
And between these 3 teams, who were supposed favourites, scored
only about half a dozen goals between them in 9 odd matches. And
left us with memorable quotes like this one from Marcel Desailly
"My friends are coming after the first round
my family
should be here for the finals." My guess is that a telegram
would have gone out from Desailly to the aforementioned family and
friends. "Les change of ze plans mon ami" or something
to that effect.
The
only individual who really stood out was Ronaldo, and this cup didn't
create him, it merely reinstated him to his rightful place - gave
him back the crown that the same cup had tragically stolen from
him 4 years ago. His gap-toothed smile was one of the brighter gems
that bedecked this event. Followed closely by Rivaldo's post-goal
shirt stripping run. Between them, they produced no less than 13
occasions to smile. No, the heroes of this cup were teams, more
than individuals. I doubt whether the world will remember Emre or
Bazturk, or Ahn or or Je Duri. But nobody will forget South Korea
or Turkey.
Unlike
other world cups, the players of this cup were doing everything
in their power to get out of the tournament. If their knees and
ankles didn't get them out already, then they fought with their
coaches and got themselves sacked (Keane). If that didn't work,
they threw themselves against the goalposts in practice (Emerson).
And when all else failed, there were some really creative folks.
Somebody dropped a bottle of aftershave and severed his tendons.
So much for war stories.
Unlike
other world cups, coaches hogged a larger part of the limelight
this time. Bruno Metsu - who looked liked he played in a Jazz band,
the academic Phillip Troussier, the intense Sinol Gunes, the equanimous
Mick McCarthy, the despondent Roger Lemere, and the ever pragmatic
Guus Hiddink, who as we suspected has earned an honorary citizenship
of S. Korea.
Unlike other world cups, Brazil were humbled. Yes. Humbled. All
200 million Brazillians swallowed their pride and sheepishly paid
their respects to the man they loved to hate and the man who made
their dreams come true. He's the man who has truly earned the position
of new high priest of Brazillian football. Everybody worships Big
Phil Scolari today. Even those, as we saw on TV, who were not sure
exactly where the world cup was being played.
Like
other world cups there were disappointments and victories. Funnily,
a lot of teams that didn't win went home happy. England were happy
they beat the Argies and that they were beaten by the ultimate champions.
Japan, the US, Senegal, South Korea, Turkey and Germany all went
home to a heroes welcome - beaten but still worshipped. I don't
recall a cup where so many countries have considered themselves
successful. I guess that's what they mean when they say, "the
game won". Yes, the game did win. And more than anything else,
reaffirmation of faith prevailed over the rumbling signs of great
change.
2002
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