"Good soccer is beautiful, and it's difficult, and the two are related. A team kicking a ball to each other, passing into empty space that is suddenly filled by a player who wasn't there two seconds ago and who is running and full pelt and who without looking or breaking stride knocks the ball back to a third player who he surely can't have seen, who, also at full pelt and without breaking stride, then passes the ball, at say 60 miles an hour, to land on the head of a fourth player who has run 75 yards to get there and who, again all in stride, jumps and heads the ball with, once you realize how hard this is, umbelievable power and accuracy toward a corner of the goal just exactly where the goalkeeper, executing some complex physics entirely without conscious thought and through muscle memory, has expected it to be, so that all this grace and speed and muscle and athleticism and attention to detail and power and precision will never appear on a score sheet and will be forgotten by everybody a day later-- this is the strange fragility, the evanescence of soccer."
Monday, June 28, 2010
World Cup 2010
"Good soccer is beautiful, and it's difficult, and the two are related. A team kicking a ball to each other, passing into empty space that is suddenly filled by a player who wasn't there two seconds ago and who is running and full pelt and who without looking or breaking stride knocks the ball back to a third player who he surely can't have seen, who, also at full pelt and without breaking stride, then passes the ball, at say 60 miles an hour, to land on the head of a fourth player who has run 75 yards to get there and who, again all in stride, jumps and heads the ball with, once you realize how hard this is, umbelievable power and accuracy toward a corner of the goal just exactly where the goalkeeper, executing some complex physics entirely without conscious thought and through muscle memory, has expected it to be, so that all this grace and speed and muscle and athleticism and attention to detail and power and precision will never appear on a score sheet and will be forgotten by everybody a day later-- this is the strange fragility, the evanescence of soccer."
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Mash up love song
Make it all better when I’m feeling sad.
Tell me that I’m special even when I know I’m not.
They say all's fair in love and war,
But I won't need to fight it,
We'll get it right and we'll be united.
And somehow I know that it'll all turn out
You'll make me work, so we can work to work it out.
I'm not in it to win it I'm in it for you,
Cause you are the greatest thing about me
There’s only one thing two do three words four you.
It seems like everywhere I go
The more I see the less I know
But I know one thing that I love you.
Cause All that I'm after is a life full of laughter,
As long as I'm laughing' with you.
Then keep on believing, don't give in
Every time you get up and get back in the race
One more small piece of you,
Starts to fall into place, love is unstoppable.
Every time that I get around you,
I see the best of me inside your eyes
And we decide that it's forever
No one else could do it better
I love you from your toes to your face
Because your love, your love, your love, is my drug
(1,2,3,4... haven't met you yet... if it's love... say hey... life after you... unstoppable... stand... smile... your love is my drug)