STORIES OF CALCIUM
Football is a language. And no one dominates calcium that language better than Rome. It is a matter of style: the precision with which the tag midfielders dialogue develops, the wealth of interior monologue that reads Totti, participates or not in the game, the syntactic fluency in thick situations. It is also about ingenuity: a computer without ram is no linear development team, forced to resign from the simple plot and move in spirals. The coach, Luciano Spalletti, does not resemble anything like Julio Cortázar. His football, however, looks the makings of Rayuela.
for Spalletti, the ball is like La Maga of Hopscotch: a must, because it inspires the whole, but not always visible. The movement of the tag midfielders (Pizarro, De Rossi, Perrotta, Totti) is based on the magician's code. The fingers are never faster than light, and the players are not faster than the ball. But it is beautiful to believe. The trick is to divert attention: when the ball is back between the feet of Pizarro, the viewer is already looking forward to these guys that cross diagonally guessing carambola. The opposing defense, as the viewer is distracted for a second. So the ball seems to come from nowhere to the place least expected. Sometimes nothing happens. But everything happens very fast. That is the Roma.
Inter is a troubled conscience a possible redemption. Has its part of the reason and act with the best intentions. Develop a set of classical, spacious, big breath. Never loses. The scudetto is yours. As in Crime and Punishment, however, the main protagonist of calcium is haunted by a shadow. As Raskolnikov, the International believed to justice ending a miserable and corrupting character (the old usurer would in this case Juventus Luciano Moggi). Now we discover obsessed with Juve, which has somehow supplanted. We do not know how, but we know that Inter's novel ends in a Siberian purgatory.
The Milan is a very long text, unfinished, twilight, where the vestiges of a glorious past coexist with an undefined project. In his novel the plot is unknown, a reflection on modernity and longs for a better time while looking for the future. Even the young heroes, like Kaka, suffer erosion of nostalgia. Milanello jewels glisten with a golden sadness Austro-Hungarian dance. Coach Carlo Ancelotti has something similar infumable the best soap opera of all time: The Man Without attributes, by Robert Musil.
Lazio and is third. Nobody can explain the wonder of a wonderful story woven with coarse twigs. It started with penalty points, it is technically a club in ruins, President tier pita and no way to dispel the image of institution filofascista. In the absence of other convincing explanation, it should be a matter of talent. As Rebecca's Daughters: Dylan Thomas, a drunken genius, wrote for the cinema the story of Welsh rebels disguised as women, the story was not filmed (until much later, and poor) and the engine was in the air, hanging of their own magic. The buccaneers are Lazio and his daughters Rebecca: a rare delight. Enric
09/04/2007 GONZALEZ
