Last Monday (28), at the 6th minute of the second half, during the 2 seconds the ball traveled, without anyone else coming to touch it, between the right foot of the Portuguese midfielder Bruno Fernandes and the helpless sadness of the Uruguayan goalkeeper Sergio Rochet, many revelations happened.
Beneath the elliptical path that Portugal’s first goal against Uruguay drew, an “almost moment” took place. “Almost moment” because, although it didn’t really happen, its almost possibility raised an unusually real interest in the football industry. It was by a hair’s breadth.
There were even those who compared the hand of God of Maradona, which 35 years ago rose higher than those of the English goalkeeper Peter Shilton, with the ungelled hair of Cristiano Ronaldo. But, despite the adjacent materialities, the most substantive thing is that the football of 1986 and the football of 2022 are further from each other than a reactor is from a wheelbarrow.
Where before “miracle” was written, today technology just writes “business”. That is why watching the Portuguese Football Federation, as a flat-earther in the defense, ask Cristiano for the goal that was Bruno, is a plea that is difficult to understand. The two are Portuguese, play on the same team, participated in the same game and even celebrated the same goal together.
That the commentators comment, the people discuss and the stir settles in the celebrations of the immense collective futility of the supporters —today so healthy and necessary, after the recent times of division between Brazilians— is even understandable. But not the attitude of the Portuguese football authorities.
She reveals that football has lost the magic of that moment when a hand jumps from the arm that no one sees and has turned into an industry dictated by the sensors of a chip that does not want to signal a hair scraping the leather of the ball. It shows football that is less and less human and in which even flesh-and-blood players are increasingly video game heroes.
Recalling the football-art we love, he calls us to protest. I kick a poem by Vinicius! 🇧🇷[…] I almost had a heart attack I almost had an embolism there was something going on inside my brain I think it was Puskás kicking my gray matter with so much rage […]🇧🇷
What is the fair measure in this case if, after all, the goal was valid and we won as a team? How important is authorship?
Was it the divine head of Cristiano Ronaldo or the apocryphal foot of Bruno Fernandes? Perhaps not even technology convinces us and the result is a pen of someone who can, arbitrarily, name things in the world. Maybe God or in God’s name—after all, things happen.
But if we are concerned with authorship, we need to go back a few boxes in the game. Marta, long before Cristiano, was the first soccer player to score goals in five World Cups and was elected the best player in the world six times.
In the midst of the civilizational absurdities tolerated by Fifa, even this authorship was forgotten. Because the equality and climate agenda that brings together jets in Cairo has been suspended in Qatar.
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