TO ZIDANE............
The argentine digs into his pocket grabbed the card and paced towards the scene, the right hand brandishing the red and the left pointing to the tunnel.
He has been a magician on green grass; master of the ball that bows to the maestro when touched. Denied a place in the Algerian national soccer team, scored 2 goals in 17 minutes in his French debut; the two time goal scorer in the final world cup of the last millennium, protagonist in the French euro victory; multiple Serie A titles, la Liga and champion ship title, ended the fairy-tale with a nefarious assault caused by a vicious interplay of caustic oratory. He has fed the game with style and spirit. It isn’t fair, he deserves more.
Few words with the argentine, he removes his captain band, passes it to team-mate, walks off the scene, few words with coach, he kept walking away, unwrapping the plasters on his fingers, head bent, walks towards the cup, drops the plasters, strodes past the golden trophy, head still bent, into the tunnel and disappears. He was sent into shame and retirement. Zizou scripted the epic over an entire decade, but saved the climax for the final minutes of his final game. A week has passed, but the chasm of compunction that has percolated into deep depths of my inner self continues to taunt me. He constructed the symphony, so sublime, only to leave let the coda ravage and devour the followers of Zidaneism. Nostalgia engulfs, when I see his acrobatic retrieval of the out-bound ball in his Juventus 21 jersey; his innumerable step-overs; the relentless signature zidane turns, precision free-kicks; his classic chest on ball, 360 turn and pull back, baffling Damas. But this only leads to melancholia to witness the ugly farewell to the king. It isn’t fair, he deserves more……
To Zidane……..you are the god.
He has been a magician on green grass; master of the ball that bows to the maestro when touched. Denied a place in the Algerian national soccer team, scored 2 goals in 17 minutes in his French debut; the two time goal scorer in the final world cup of the last millennium, protagonist in the French euro victory; multiple Serie A titles, la Liga and champion ship title, ended the fairy-tale with a nefarious assault caused by a vicious interplay of caustic oratory. He has fed the game with style and spirit. It isn’t fair, he deserves more.
Few words with the argentine, he removes his captain band, passes it to team-mate, walks off the scene, few words with coach, he kept walking away, unwrapping the plasters on his fingers, head bent, walks towards the cup, drops the plasters, strodes past the golden trophy, head still bent, into the tunnel and disappears. He was sent into shame and retirement. Zizou scripted the epic over an entire decade, but saved the climax for the final minutes of his final game. A week has passed, but the chasm of compunction that has percolated into deep depths of my inner self continues to taunt me. He constructed the symphony, so sublime, only to leave let the coda ravage and devour the followers of Zidaneism. Nostalgia engulfs, when I see his acrobatic retrieval of the out-bound ball in his Juventus 21 jersey; his innumerable step-overs; the relentless signature zidane turns, precision free-kicks; his classic chest on ball, 360 turn and pull back, baffling Damas. But this only leads to melancholia to witness the ugly farewell to the king. It isn’t fair, he deserves more……
To Zidane……..you are the god.
posted by nymphetamine | 9:35 AM
3 Comments:
i see some changes have been made.
nicely written, makes me feel passionate about football too...
hell!!!!u del the comment????With all of Cartman's irritating sing song voice - u r a sissy...na na na na na.... :)
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