The
Football-acting games is slowly and thankfully winding to its end. And what a
spectacular show it was. Some of the best actors from international football
teams have put up show a show, they leave actual actors in the dust ! As some
might have expected, the top teams, the sure-shot winners have all been knocked
out. And out there playing is a new breed of younger actors at the height of
their games.
And I still
don't get what the fuss is all about. For decades now, its not about how many
goals a team can score. But how easily they can convince the referee of a foul
play by the opposing team. How easily they can get a free-kick. Or a penalty
strike. I am not a fan of the sport, but it has been hard ignoring it since
1997, when Roberto Carlos took that so-famous and un-expected goal from a free
kick, 35 metres away from the post. Players have since figured out that with
the newer , rounder and lighter footballs, it is better to just control it from
a free kick and guide it into the box, then actually sweating it out on the
field. Its a game of physics. And acting.
And while
India is known for its movie industry, there seems to be a severe lack of
actors on the field. While some actors have started playing cricket in the ICL,
that is still cricket. India can only have a real shot at FIFA if they decide
to take the acting games seriously, and focus on their craft (of acting),
instead of actual sports. Or somehow come up with the money to host the games.
You see, the host nation continue to receive and automatic berth.
Learn tumble
diving from Neymar. Cry like Messi. And look good like that other Portugal
player.
It was funny
reading all the football analysis in leading Indian dailies. Young reporters
giving sound advice like, this guy should have taken that side. The manager of
that team chose the wrong midfielder. For a country which has never qualified
for a FIFA cup, India sure has a lot of opinion about how masters should play
their game.
But the games
occasionally bring back memories. I was in college during the 2002 world cup.
And got to observe the symptoms of football fever from close distance. The
whole college was divided. Mainly into Argentina and Brazil fans. But also the
occasional Portugal, or Germany fan. And as every evening, students would descend,
without invitation, into homes of those who had television sets. Again,
everybody had loud opinions. And it was the actors who won matches. The dramatic dives would be laughed at during
slow motion replays. How could the referee not call out that acting ?
We used to
watch the match on grainy CRT televisions. It was summer, and hot and humid.
And being Kerala, there were frequent power cuts. These usually resulted in a
train of curses to the KSEB. There were no smart phones, so goals and movements
were transmitted via short text messages to those who where travelling. I think
there was some betting going on too, but I didn't see anyone losing money.
After the matches, there were frequent replays, and excited news readers would
relive the games through diction. And the next day, boy the next day, the
newspaper would have a second round of explanation. With extra sheets for the
games, football-watching-experts would dissect the match carefully,
mansplaining how the match could not have ended any other way. Boys would get
hold of different newspapers, and be sure to read every article essaying the
matches. Sigh.
Now with only
a few more games remaining, only the best actors/players are left in the game.
The top contenders all being knocked out, it will be fun to watch rookies
running the show. We Indians continue to watch it from the sidelines, as the
greatest masters of the sport act it out.
I predict an
England vs France final. :)
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