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on Friday, August 18, 2006 12:02:26 AM
So, I am finally back from Central Asia and am going to post
all the notes and thoughts I had while I was there. I was not able to post from Kyrgyzstan. It was not, strictly speaking,
impossible, but it was not easy.
So, here are all the little notes I was jotting down and never got
around to posting.
Soccer. The
great danger of living abroad is that your stay might coincide with something
called the world cup, a tournament that determines the international champion
of a game that foreigners insist on calling football. If you are not careful you may have to watch one.
The arrival of this event means that every place that serves
onion rings and has tobasco sauce or serves diet coke is infested with
projection tv sets showing interminable shots of green fields with great crowds
chanting in the background. There
are small figures, men in shorts, running around on the field in a strange
hopping motion. If you look
closely you can see that they are kicking a ball.
For those of you brought up in civilization, allow me to
briefly explain the rules of soccer. The object of the game is to prevent your
opponent from scoring for 90 minutes, during which time you may find the
opportunity, occasioned by some casual contact, to fall on the ground and cry like
a girl. If one is convincing
enough the referees may award your team with a penalty kick, which is, baring
your opponents’ mistakenly knocking the ball into their own goal, the only way
to score in soccer.
The scoring is very low. I was forced, out of desire for English speaking contact, to
sit through some 7 or 8 of these spectacles. I can’t really tell, they run into each other. Actually, the only way you can tell one
of these things has ended is when the foreigner who has taken on the task of
converting you into a member of the world wide soccer cult turns to you and
says, “well, that was not a very good game. Usually, they are much better.”
No number of cases of boring games ever seem to support the
conclusion that there is something wrong with the game itself. Soccer is a platonic ideal, like a true
triangle that doesn’t need any triangle in the real world to disclose its
secrets, no actual soccer games can ever detract from the idea of soccer.
The game is so boring the main attraction of watching it is
the opportunity that actual soccer games provide for discussing the distance of
the game one happens to be watching from the ideal triangle, the platonic
soccer that exists and always has existed in Platonic space waiting for us to
figure out how to play it.
The few things I remember are so ridiculous they would be
hard to make up. I remember that
England won one of its first games 1 to 0 only because the opposing team
accidentally knocked the ball into its’ own goal on a head shot (whatever you
call it when the man knocks the ball into the net with his head—I think it is
an affront to human dignity to use one’s head as a tool for striking things,
that is what goats do).
The whole idea of not using your hands is somehow inhuman
and unmanly.
Unmanly. I know
that is a word that you are not supposed to use these days, especially when you
don’t have tenure. But I think
that it is the case that people still have an idea of some virtues that are
more appropriate to men than to women, and this accounts for some of the
difference in interest on the part of fans and participants in male and female
sports.
Now one problem with Soccer is the disproportionate weight
penalties and ambiguous penalties at that have on the outcome of the game. In Football (“real football” “but for
the rest of the world soccer is football.
We are the only people in the world that doesn’t…” “shut up”) you are penalized by degrading
your placement on the field, which may or may not translate into scoring. In soccer they can’ award you field
position because that is too cheap.
80% of the distance to the goal is more or less free, available for no
more than a good kick from one’s goalie. So you have to award scoring opportunities. The way in which these scoring
opportunities swamps the value of the efforts made during the other 99% of the
playing time.
There seems to be some sort of political component to the
determined efforts some Americans seem to make to convince themselves that they
actually enjoy soccer. Soccer is
supposed to be somehow less violent and territorial than football. With this in mind, it is interesting
that the most memorable moment of the tournament was the head butt. The French star just up and decked a
guy with his head. The story is that
the Italian said something about the guy’s mother.
The commentary was about how disgraceful the French guy’s
behavior was. Personally, I have
no problem with decking a guy for insulting your mother. Everyone describes it as a vicious head
butt. A head butt to the chest
strikes me as more comical than anything else, but that is just me I
suppose.
What if found more unattractive was the way the previous
game had ended. A head butt is an
excess of manliness. The display
of triumphalism at the end of the previous game which they won only on a
penalty kick awarded on a dubious penalty. Running around the field with their hands in the air, raised
in fists. “Yes, we kept anything
from happening for 85 minutes. We
fell on the ground and cried much more convincingly than our opponents.”
My theory is that people pretend to like soccer because it
is the only competitive sport that is not dominated by the US. Once we win that people will have to
invent an even more boring game that we will not be bothered to learn for a few
decades.
This would be a great problem for the US, because the real
marker of national identity is not English language proficiency but
indifference to soccer. There are
plenty of fluent English speaking Mexicans that are never really Americans in
the fullest sense because they are actually interested in soccer. I think in the whole illegal immigration debate the emphasis on a common language should be decreased and the emphasis on our common contempt be increased.