It's quiet in the League of Nations until September. At least on the field. Because all types of text, sound and image media are still in vogue. How "racist" Hungarian children voodooed the world-class English national team in the Puskás Arena.
That Hungarian "racists" forced the same English national team to kneel (four times!) (after kneeling of its own accord, right, at the beginning of the match), this time in the homeland of soccer. Is that allowed? It's even lucky that you could celebrate a little on these forums: international morale prevailed in the Italian-Hungarian one.
I understand the emotions. I understand that it is appropriate, and must be repeated: when the Hungarians are on the field, everything is more important than the game itself. I think I also understand when opinion-makers take on the half-way ambush, for example with such statements: Hungarians are supported by racists, and the rest of the world is the opponent. Understand: the good ones. I understand everything: if you're on the good side, you can safely roll away your medicine, because it immediately turns into a heavy stone, starts flying and who knows where it will end up (in the wrong space!), who and how it will find it (the bad ones!).
What I don't understand is the most frequently voiced "professional" argument:
the League of Nations is not even important, who cares, those who are really football players will at most play in this league, flick it away with a heel, a kick, take the game as an active rest on the ground, actually meditate on what it will be like to raise the world championship to the sky in Qatar cup, or perhaps in a lotus-kneeling seat pondering equality of opportunity until those 90+ minutes pass.
But hit me hard, I accept it: the god teams lying on the Olympus of the football world don't even move a toe in the Oviliga, lest by chance a small player of some ambitious small team flattens them a bit. But then, I'm begging you, couldn't this be done more simply? Let the mountaintop gods announce: we are not playing, my little friend! The official result is thus 3:0 in favor of the small, possibly "racist" team, and with this everyone can go and fill up on post-humanism. Oh, and in any case, no one will even grass the divine stable of racehorses worth millions of dollars to four to zero. Right, three is less than four.
Of course, there is also the other scenario, which is a little closer to reality. Unlike the Germans and the English
the Italians, for example, didn't want to play god, they didn't tiptoe around on the pitch, claiming that the nail polish on their toes would crack if they accidentally put their foot where there was a situation.
We also had a headache. So, you can also play soccer on the field. If you don't play football, but mime, you should buy a raccoon. He deserves it.
Featured image: MTI/Tibor Illyés
