Jefazo

On Messi 2

Jack the Ripper

Jack the Ripper

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On Messi

Because human beings are emotional idiots and football fans even more:

This is his second half and his involvement compared to Argentina’s second half in attack. (assume for a minute that the first half didn’t exist). Blue lines are successful passes, pink ones chances created, stars are take-ons, etc. Do you see much difference between the left and the right picture? Me neither.

Fine, it wasn’t a vintage performance, but stop being ridiculous. 

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Left: Perugia Altarpiece left panel by Fra Angelico, 1437 / Right: Kanye West and Pastor Rich Wilkerson Jr at Kim & Kanye’s wedding. May 24, 2014 Florence Italy

He is a God

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Left: Perugia Altarpiece left panel by Fra Angelico, 1437 / Right: Kanye West and Pastor Rich Wilkerson Jr at Kim & Kanye’s wedding. May 24, 2014 Florence Italy

He is a God

Italia 90

Disclaimer: I know every moron is writing about Italia 90 now. Guess what, most of us morons are around 32 +/- 2 years and it was the first real football event that we watched and old people get nostalgic.

Disclaimer 2: Italia 90 wasn’t my first tournament but the first time I was aware that it was a football tournament. I watched Euro 88 too, but back then the Euros were whatever.

Disclaimer 3: Back then, I loved Germany for whatever reason.

Italia 90 was my first tournament I was aware of. It was also the last tournament I had no idea about who was playing. Obviously, I had a Panini sticker album and knew some of the names, like Josef Degeorgi and Careca, but still, I had no idea before the tournament who was involved. My sympathies developed with the tournament. I saw the opening game of Argentina and considered them rubbish, I saw the opening game of Germany, and knew for a fact that Lothar Matthäus was the best player on earth. I liked England until they knocked Cameroon out. I liked Italy, although everybody at the playground said they were rubbish. I rooted for Austria, because well, Austria. I liked Brazil because well, Brazil. I disliked the Dutch because they beat Germany at Euros. I had no idea about Gazza’s tears. I didn’t know that Matthäus and Beckenbauer were huge douchebags and it was simply wrong to root for them. I didn’t know that Van Basten-Gullit-Rijkaard were infinitely cooler than them. I was upset when Italy got knocked out. I was upset when Brazil got knocked out, especially as they had like 14 opportunities to score. I watched half of the tournament in Vienna and the other half in Iran. My mum’s cousin who was a bit older and had already watched Mexico 86, hated Germany and was rooting for Argentina. I didn’t understand it, because, as said, Argentina to me were rubbish. Little did I know that at both WC 82 and WC 86 Germany were rubbish. I had no idea about anything. Not about the past, not about the future, nothing.

Later on in life, I would claim that I was a Van Basten-Gullit-Rijkaard fan, knew the Van Basten goal against USSR by heart (well, I actually saw it) and Maradona 4 Life, but as a kid, I was a Loddar fanboy, because Loddar. 

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The thing about football is like with everything else in life…or like with sausages actually…the less you know about it and what’s inside, the better. I liked Italia 90 most out of all tournaments and it was the last tournament the team I rooted for from day 1 won it. I had no idea about it and really enjoyed it. I had funny banter with friends and cousins and didn’t give a shit about anything else. All I know is that back then I would have been terribly upset, if Brehme had missed that penalty. 

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On the World Cup

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Because people keep asking me….I have no fucking idea who will win the World Cup (no one really has anyway..what the fuck is that question?).
I haven’t really paid attention to football for over a year now because I was not really bothered(my thanks to Sandro Rosell, Bartomeu, Neymar Jr. and Neymar Sr. for this accomplishment. I realised there’s a wonderful world that has nothing to do with football. Thanks!). I just want this man in the above picture to hold the cup in the end as nothing else really matters to me in football anymore. I couldn’t even write anything about teams and youngsters to look forward to because frankly, no fucking idea. I have no fucking idea who the guys are Iran selected (I’m exaggerating obviously). Chile is awesome though (again) and Prandelli is a great coach and human being. The amount of hate Löw receives from Germans makes me wish them well too.  
But as said, the man above, God among us mortals, I want him to win it…and whenever he’s out, which will eventually happen, I will figure out an activity to take care of during the games remaining. I have lots of unread books at home and New Yorker issues. Might book a dinner at a fancy restaurant for the final too. Whatever. 
Oh, and Neymar Jr. and Sr. should both go to hell or a place worse than that. ESADE maybe. 

Aguante Argentina! 

naomizeichner:

Anne Klein?

Honest

Dirk and Nash

Dirk and Nash