In Football as in Life.

-
"Everything I know about morality and the obligations of men, I owe it to football"
Albert Camus.

OK, so I'm not a particularly sporty person. Nor am I a particularly ardent football fan. But, I like to think that I do appreciate beautiful things, and could it not be said that football (when played as it should be played) can be aesthetically beautiful? Is it any mistake that it is sometimes referred to as "the beautiful game"?
I write this because Euro 2012 is upon us. Somewhat unfortunately it is taking place in between our recent Jubilee celebrations and, of course, the London Olympics. This seems to have had the effect that not too many of us appear to be that bothered about what happens in this particular championship. Unusually, it has been said that the expectations amongst fans for our own England team are at a low point, or perhaps we should say are, this time, after a woeful performance in the World Cup, more realistic. We do not, it seems, expect to win this time, simply because we're England. Add to that that there have been reports of right-wing racist thuggery within the host nation, and this doesn't make for any particularly innocent celebration of the game.
But, I stand by my argument above, that football can be beautiful. One only has to think of names like Pele, Cruyff, Best, Platini, Cantona, Zidane and Messi in order to conjure up images of football being played in a way that is not only effective, but aesthetically pleasing. Indeed, such names seem to have slipped into legend, not just because they were, or are, good at the game, but because of the beautiful way in which they played, or play, it. Could anything be more pleasing to the eye than a Platini free-kick, or a "Cruyff Turn"?
And not only this can be said for football. It also, it would appear, teaches us something about life. Albert Camus, the existentialist writer who, I believe, once played in goal for his country, Algeria, said, as I have quoted above, that "everything" he knew about "morality and the obligations of men" he owed to football. Indeed, not only playing, but being a fan of football, can teach you a few things. For a start, one has to get used to losing, particularly if you are an England or Port Vale fan. All the vicissitudes of life are played out in the game. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, and being a fan of a second division club like my local Port Vale can be a difficult, trying, but, on occasion, rewarding thing. A bit like life, it seems.
So, in football as in life, there are ups and there are downs, there are victories and defeats, and there are moral implications - it's the way you play the game that really counts.  

Comments

bazza said…
Hi David. So, football/soccer as a metaphor for life, eh? Yes I agree. Some modern social commentators claim that football allegiance is 'in place of war' and tribalism and it can be read that way.
There is beauty in the way it is played when at it's very best and, hopefully, the current tournament will provide some of that elegance.
Click here for Bazza’s Blog ‘To Discover Ice’
9 June 2012 at 23:28
klahanie said…
Dear David,
Ah yes, football, "the beautiful game". "Some people believe football is a matter of life and death, I am very disappointed with that attitude. I can assure you it is much, much more important than that." Bill Shankly, the once Liverpool manager.
I have seen the greats at the end of their careers during the heady days of the North American Soccer League. Pele was a marvel to watch but Best, rather sadly, was a shadow of his former self when he played in the NASL.
Euro 2012 has been tarnished by the racial slurs of inappropriate chants. We hope that this does not override the positive message of different cultures playing for the coveted trophy in the true ideals of sport and the better aspects of humanity.
Strange game, football, where players have been known to try and 'dink' the goalie.
With very best wishes, Gary
10 June 2012 at 14:45
Dixie@dcrelief said…
Hi David, hope you're well. Of course it would be better if your team won the tournament... right?

I'm not a big sports fan yet watching football/soccer has been more exciting in recent years. The fans are upbeat and bold.

'aesthetically beautiful' - yes, I quite agree. I've even read that some players take ballet. Not for the dance, itself, but for the agility, discipline, and smooth carriage of the body.

Anything Albert Camus is fine by me. You picked a great quote to use. Kicking good wishes to you,
Dixie
10 June 2012 at 23:55
David said…
Dear bazza,
I have a friend who is very much a Marxist in his thinking, and he seems to see football in the way you describe, as being, if not exactly "in place of war", then certainly promoting nationalistic and tribal tendencies. As you say, I suppose such social commentators might have a point.
Personally, though, I prefer to see the beauty in it all,and hope, like you, that we get to see some of that in this competition.
Thanks, bazza.
Very Best Wishes,
David.
11 June 2012 at 17:24
David said…
Dear Gary,
Ah, football indeed. I know of the quote you have printed, and, as always, am awed at the things you have seen and done, such as watching Pele play. And, of course, one hopes that the racism of some fans does not ruin the spirit of the tournament.
Best Regards, your way,
David.
11 June 2012 at 17:28
David said…
Dear Dixie,
Of course, it would be great if England won, but many of us are not holding our breath, so to speak.
And ballet, and Camus. What could be better?
Many kicking good wishes, your way, too,
David.
11 June 2012 at 17:31
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

By the Age of 40, Everyone has the Face they Deserve.

-
Image
The above title is taken from a quote by George Orwell, one which was more recently updated by Martin Amis, who said that "by the age of 40, everyone has the face they can afford." Amis' little saying may be the more apposite for our times, but there is something about the original Orwell, with its implications that all our experience, all our sins and virtues, may be written on our visages, that captured my imagination. So, as I pass 40 this year, on December 5th, to be precise, I thought I would print here what my own face actually looks like. Up until now, readers of this blog will only have seen the picture I use of myself as a child. So, for the first time, here is what the nearly 40 year old David looks like. Oh my, what a handsome chap I am! Seriously, though, if all our sins and virtues do happen to be written on our faces by this age, then I think, perhaps, I'm not doing too bad. Indeed, I am now quite happy with the way I look, but this was not always th
Read more

The Asylum vs. Care in the Community.

-
Image
When I was growing up in Stoke, the reputation of our local psychiatric hospital took on almost mythic qualities. Based in Cheddleton, the St.Edward's hospital was the subject of many, possibly apocryphal, stories, and whenever anyone would act a little "crazy", people would always say "be careful, you'll end up at Cheddleton". The remark was usually delivered in a derisory or humorous fashion, and what it made clear was that those who actually did find themselves "at Cheddleton" were separate from the rest of us. "They" were the insane, while we were, to quote Foucault, shining examples of "a reason sure of itself". So, the element of stigma was clear. The inmates of St.Edward's weren't like us. They were almost a different species, the insane, and I remember thinking very clearly that I would never end up in such a place. Little did I know. St.Edward's Psychiatric Hospital, Cheddleton. But what this got me
Read more

Dave's Progress. Chapter 110: The Poet and the Psychiatrist.

-
Image
One of the first questions I asked when coming into mental health services was, if there is no such thing as "normal", why is anyone locked away in a psychiatric institution? It is only the concept of apparent "normality" which results in its binary opposite, "madness". So, despite the protests of those in practice who continually suggested to me that there was no such thing as "normal", I could not get over the fact, and the glaring contradiction, that psychiatric services would want us all to lead a "normal" life. It also seemed to me that creative people, often a little eccentric in their ways, may come into conflict with mental health services simply because of the way they are. What would happen, I wondered, were, for example, William Blake to walk through the door of my local residential unit, a man so fuelled by imagination that, in his writings, he seemed to create an entire world. Would it be possible that the "normalising
Read more