The European Cup Final
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poliphiloI have mixed feelings about Manchester United.
On the one hand they're too rich, too greedy and some of their players behave like trolls.
On the other they have a beautiful mythology- centred upon the tragic loss of their brilliant young team- the Busby babes- in the Munich air disaster 50 years ago. Also they're my home team. Because of them everybody in the football playing world has heard of Manchester.
I don't normally watch big football matches, but last night was special. Two English clubs in the final of the European cup- one of them Man U with its big red heart and the other Roman Abramovitch's Chelsea- a rich man's enormously expensive wind-up toy. Abramovitch has created Chelsea out of next to nothing by spending vast amounts of money. Man U spends vast amounts of money too, but they've always been a great team with a a proud history, and a succession of iconic managers; their growth feels organic; they're family.
And that sense of them being family was highlighted by the sentimental decision to let Bobby Charlton- greatest of the surviving Busby Babes- lead the term to the podium to collect their medals. Bobby Charlton was the Cliff Richard of football- professionally nice- only really, really gifted as well; a Cliff with the talent of Elvis. My granny had a budgie called Bobby Charlton. The guy presenting the medals tried to put one round Charlton's neck, and he stopped it happening; I'm not worthy, I'm just the mascot- though no-one would have grudged it him- and he left the podium with the medal (probably Manager Alex Ferguson's) in his hand. What a gentleman!
It was a great match- even though it did go to a penalty shoot-out. Both teams gave their all. And in the event the better (meaning nobler, prouder, more beautiful) team won. And isn't Ronaldo wonderful? Once in a while a footballer comes along who makes the dumb business of hacking a ball round a muddy field look like an art form. In my youth there was Georgie Best. Now there's Ronaldo. A week or two back he was thinking of flying south to play in the sun; now it seems he's set to remain in Manchester. I'm glad. The world's greatest player belongs in the world's greatest team.
Go on, you Reds!
On the one hand they're too rich, too greedy and some of their players behave like trolls.
On the other they have a beautiful mythology- centred upon the tragic loss of their brilliant young team- the Busby babes- in the Munich air disaster 50 years ago. Also they're my home team. Because of them everybody in the football playing world has heard of Manchester.
I don't normally watch big football matches, but last night was special. Two English clubs in the final of the European cup- one of them Man U with its big red heart and the other Roman Abramovitch's Chelsea- a rich man's enormously expensive wind-up toy. Abramovitch has created Chelsea out of next to nothing by spending vast amounts of money. Man U spends vast amounts of money too, but they've always been a great team with a a proud history, and a succession of iconic managers; their growth feels organic; they're family.
And that sense of them being family was highlighted by the sentimental decision to let Bobby Charlton- greatest of the surviving Busby Babes- lead the term to the podium to collect their medals. Bobby Charlton was the Cliff Richard of football- professionally nice- only really, really gifted as well; a Cliff with the talent of Elvis. My granny had a budgie called Bobby Charlton. The guy presenting the medals tried to put one round Charlton's neck, and he stopped it happening; I'm not worthy, I'm just the mascot- though no-one would have grudged it him- and he left the podium with the medal (probably Manager Alex Ferguson's) in his hand. What a gentleman!
It was a great match- even though it did go to a penalty shoot-out. Both teams gave their all. And in the event the better (meaning nobler, prouder, more beautiful) team won. And isn't Ronaldo wonderful? Once in a while a footballer comes along who makes the dumb business of hacking a ball round a muddy field look like an art form. In my youth there was Georgie Best. Now there's Ronaldo. A week or two back he was thinking of flying south to play in the sun; now it seems he's set to remain in Manchester. I'm glad. The world's greatest player belongs in the world's greatest team.
Go on, you Reds!
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Date: 2008-05-23 07:36 am (UTC)Cricket's my game- or used to be. In recent years it's been going the way of everything else and becoming tacky and shot through with scandal.
There's too much money in sport.