i amIn September 1994, Leeds defeated Manchester United – the first time since February 1981 – with David Wetherall and Brian Deane scoring in a 2-1 victory. What a strange place to start a piece about Roberto Carlos’s goal, but please stop me: the perfect sequel will reveal itself in the near future.
A few days later, I came back from school to find a letter from me – at least, since I was 15 years old – so the envelope was badly opened to reveal what could only be described as a hate letter. Along with the newspaper wounds of the aforementioned game was a letter that praised the virtues of Phil Ma-sing-ahhhh, along with a general vitriol that was generally targeted specifically at Manchester United and Alex Ferguson.
I immediately knew that the author was a friend of Leeds and soon discovered that this was sent to one of our other group, a Manchester United fan like me. So, 28 years later, when Leeds returned to the Premier League and lost 6-2 at Old Trafford, we sent such a message to his young son – softer – warm congratulations on his team’s seasonal success. provided. Revenge, as they say, is best served under the table and to the ignorant children of your friends.
Growing up like this, countless failures and shortcomings of yours have been recorded in the collective consciousness for relentless implementation, whether daily or after decades of sleep – only ladz, to be boyyz. And because football strengthens everything, it strengthens the way of existence: if the failure of the weekend was annoying, the school was sad on Monday, the focus of those who hide hostility and insecurity with the right and awesome ads. There is no such thing.
But there is another side to it. Football is by nature a partisan endeavor and it is even better for it, it is also a communal endeavor and for that it is very pleasant. So, although in my mind my focus was on the fun of each other’s traumas, we were also fed up with each other’s love, whether to go to class in the morning and give football applause, to play on the field and in the corridor, or learn the team’s rays. did not support; “My name is José Dominguez, I play on the winguez,” which was stranded by the Spurs in the late 1990s, remains a personal choice, much less than that game on Elland Road: “Brian Deane, Brian Deane spying Man U network., Brian Deane, Brian Deane, Fergie in the dark, in the bar, enter Cantona, Brian Deane, Brian Deane, Brian Deane. “
And – here comes that beautiful unstoppable scene – there was no greater love than the one experienced around the world on the morning of Monday, June 4, 1997. Last night the opening match of Le Tournoi – or Tournoi de France, saw it give it its full name – was a warm-up match for the 1998 World Cup, which I would no doubt laugh at as it has now been invented. But at the age of 18, there was no such thing as much football and nothing that had never happened before football, so I was excited to watch France and Brazil.
BBack then, and unlike the beginning of my football watching career, we had a reasonable notion of which non-British players are good. Patrick Vieira worked in England; Laurent Blanc was wanted by Ferguson; Ronaldo and Zinedine Zidane were in Football Italia and Revista de la Liga. So we also knew about Roberto Carlos, a one-man left-footed man with amazing thighs, a malandro spirit and a left foot like a tandoor opening engine, which re-creates our perception of left-wing support.
But no one watches a game to watch on the left – especially when Romário and Ronaldo are together, as it was that night. Alongside them were four others who started the 1994 World Cup final – Taffarel, Aldair, Dunga, Mauro Silva – as well as Cafu and Leonardo, who were shot in the head by Tab Ramos. the cul-de-sacs were stopped. Completing the XI were Giovani and Célio Silva, which means that Brazil chose to defend their title, for good reason.
In the meantime France was building the side that would take it from them. Their five contemporaries were almost in place – Fabien Barthez, Blanc, Marcel Desailly and Bixente Lizarazu started, with Lillian Thuram in the chair – and included Christian Karembeu, Didier Deschamps and Zidane, along with Robert Pires, Ibrahim Ba and Florian Maurice. Emmanuel Petit, Youri Djorkaeff and Stéphane Guivarc’h will eventually replace him.
The first 20 minutes were as unpredictable as you expected. But then Ronaldo scored a beautiful goal just by Blanc and Vieira when he got off the road in the sandwich, and Kim Milton Nielsen from Brazil awarded a free kick, about 40 yards out and a right piece in the center. So, very deliberately, Carlos put the ball down, followed by a run that took him slightly to the right. And went towards the mouth of the center circle. Yes, good old friend; do you do.
In the meantime, Barthez voiced and showed up, organized his wall – do it! – and the camera zoomed in on a lovely transfer of the Adidas Tango ball, as if knowing something destructive was waiting for it, carefully recalling it to my visual memory like Roger Deakins with a Grays Sports Almanac. Then our man lightly jumped into his running, took small steps to go before entering the stop and exploding, before throwing every ray of body and soul out of his left foot, a lightning bolt that burned, eliminating the screaming. , screams and shouts inside the nearby post.
Yes, whatever. Well, of course it was, but we had seen something like this before – Ider for Brazil v Argentina on the VHS World Cup Story, Branco v Holland in 1994. Yes, or no. Because even though Alan Parry and Andy Gray responded with hyperbole, they did not see what really happened and neither did we – until we moved slowly behind the ball, then everything we thought we knew, not just about football but about the laws of physics, change.
Because Carlos didn’t just swim with a banana bullet – in my childhood football skill book, it was with the concept of trying to get out of the shoe that I am now a sophisticated metrosexual Guardian, I am certainly known as a trivial . Yes, he gave his shape as if aiming to approach a few meters wide of the station, threatening a balloon that made his departure stronger than the impact, then, as if by remote control, attempted to go the other way and quickly excited and ecstatic like a rocket on a coaster, crashing on a pillar and shaking the net while Barthez stood alone and turned in color, his forehead was dry from the lake and the bird did not fly.
Silence. In the front rooms around the world, the silence – the kind of silence you can hear – followed by laughter, laughter and crowing and mania then delights and unbelief. One of the best things about football, and one of the reasons it stands as a world game, the only human creator who can reach all kinds of people across every possible division, is its diversity. With 22 players wrapped up in a small space, but can move anywhere, it is a running, free-building game that is often unloaded by installed pieces, chaos and variety are inevitable – more than there are there are ways to score goals. for a successful hit, pick up a shot, make a basket or try it.
However, though, people have been playing the game for a long time so the odds are unmatched. Variations on a theme, of course, mindfulness, of course – but is anything qualitatively different from anything and everything? Almost never.
But this, of course, was this: not just a single goal, but the most unique goal; a goal beyond all other goals that they are also unique in; a goal so powerful and unparalleled that not only Barthez and his wall, but the old rules of English grammar and Internet pedantry that had not been broken before. Twenty-five years later, two categories of free throws remain: one and all others, not just in their own right but one of the greatest of all.
So it was that a generation from the morning schools, holding newspaper clippings in their hands, shook each other, unbelievably hitting, hitting and shaking, celebrating each other with everything they already knew. At the time, it felt like we were celebrating the joy of youth – the endless possibilities of life – but what I do know now is that by experiencing something that will pass us by, we also mourn the tragedy of aging – the inevitability of death. Which, according to the school early in the morning after a bad failure, does not seem like a good option.