Opinion – Juca Kfouri: We are encouraged to choose the best of the year, but criteria vary

Have the rare reader and rare reader ever heard of the “er” theory? “To live is to choose, to choose is to lose, to lose is to suffer”.

It seems like a self-help thing, and I hope it isn’t, because the fact is that we live by making choices. And no matter how good they are, they almost always involve some loss.

This is not the case with the false question posed by the experts who govern us between freedom and death when it comes to vaccines.

Not even when you find yourself between the decrepitude of Augusto Nunes, the Vulture of Taquaritinga, and the lucidity of Dorrit Harazim, my queen of journalism.

Or if you have to choose between Thiago Neves and Tostão.

What is different is having to choose between milk pudding and losing weight or Chico and Caetano.

With choices and comparisons, we take it and end up displeasing even fellow fights.

Once, not so long ago, the intrepid Camila Mattoso asked me what was the limit of the “Broad Front, so broad it hurts” to face fascism in the country, and I replied that Sergio Moro didn’t fit in it. It was bad for some, who are now perhaps convinced that the male of Plutarco Tupiniquim is just a stick wand or, according to his conge, “one thing” with the genocide.

But when the season comes to an end, we are challenged to choose the best of the year, and the criteria vary: does playing better mean winning more? Does effectiveness trump talent?

Everyone has their own way of seeing the game, and I, who think I understand a little football, rarely agree with the choices.

Is Messi better than Lewandowski? It is, indisputably. Was it better in 2021? No, it was not.
Would I vote for Polish? Neither. Who then?

There, I have doubts about the Belgian Kevin De Bruyne or the Egyptian Mohamed Salah.

However, Manchester City’s handyman came in eighth, and Liverpool’s top scorer seventh in the French magazine France Football’s election.

I don’t understand almost anything about Formula 1 and I only followed it when there were Brazilians on the parade — and it was long years.

I saw the last and decisive GP of the year to root for the incomparable citizen Lewis Hamilton, and he lost the title on the last lap because the 11-second lead he had over Dutchman Max Verstappen was reduced to nothing because of an accident at the end. of the test. Well, have pity! Great injustice that punished the best.

As for basketball, I also think I understand a little, the willful pivot of the Paulistano that I was in the 1960s.

And, if I had to choose the best player today in this world of LeBron James, Kevin Durant, Chris Paul, so many aces, I wouldn’t hesitate to choose Stephen Curry.

In fact, if comparisons are made between different periods, positions that have nothing to do with each other, nothing prevents us from saying that De Bruyne is to football what Curry is to basketball.

All this to say, finally and for a long time, that I realized that I had punished the rare reader and the rare reader for four uninterrupted years with three columns a week, certainly also because the pandemic did not encourage the enjoyment of vacations at home .

A good break is mandatory to, who knows, leave some nostalgia and anticipation for a return when football, around here, gets hot again with the Club World Cup.

Withdrawal syndrome we won’t have because the Premier League prevents it.

Great parties and that 2022 is the end of barbarism.