The Beautiful Game
By GlosKat
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Hey Ben
There's a tiny bit of land on the Palestinian side of that great big concrete wall you built on the edge of Bethlehem. I don't expect you've ever noticed it (the tiny bit of land I mean).
It's covered in scruffy artificial turf, and every day kids from the nearby Aida refugee camp, boys and girls in their favourite teams' kit, come to play football there.
Their football club means the world to them. It's on the boundary of their city, on their side of your huge concrete wall.
Yet you are saying the club has to be demolished, the turf dug up. The club owners must either demolish the pitch themselves or let you do it, after which they'll be sent the bill.
Please. This tiny piece of land can't be any use to you. You're just making a point.
The reprieve from demolition ran out yesterday. Couldn't you find it in your heart to make one small gesture, at no cost to yourself ?
They're just kids. They just want to play football.
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A boken world indeed. What
A boken world indeed. What have we as humans become when we no longer see the humanity within all of us. Sorry to hear this is happening - Children should be protected and loved, allowed a safe and secure childhood and this...is not that.
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Oh Ben!
So many people knock football. At the highest level it’s been ruined by money and corruption but just a few rungs down the football ladder there’s a game that anybody can play. You don’t need to be gifted, or athletic. You don’t necessarily need to know the rules, and language is never a barrier. It’s even possible for blind people to play football. And let us not forget that you can play it against enemies on bloody muddy battlefields during world wars.
All you need is something to kick. It helps if that something is spherical but an old beans tin or a load of plastic carrier bags bundled together will do. You can play the game with anybody but it’s also the only ball game in the world that you can play on your own.
You don’t need money, but money helps. Just one of Cristiano Ronaldo’s weekly pay packets (after tax… yeah, yeah, yeah!) would pay for that patch of scruffy artificial turf near the Aida refugee camp in Palestine. It would probably also feed the kids’ families for a year.
But it would also be huge relief to those kids and all the nice people in the world if Ben would stop the slaughter.
Turlough
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Coconuts for goalposts
I once played football with kids on a beach near a fishing village in Madagascar. The ball was a rolled up piece of old fishing net and they didn’t own jumpers so they couldn’t even use jumpers for goalposts. One little lad was wearing a Chelsea shirt that a previous visitor must have given him but he had absolutely no idea what Chelsea meant. It was just a piece of cloth to keep the sun off him.
Our group and the kids didn’t understand each other’s languages but there was loads of laughter. I’ve been a football fan for sixty years but I can honestly say that that was my favourite footballing moment, and I like to think those kids will remember it too.
Simple things like that can take people’s minds off the hardships they’re forced to endure, and taking those things away reinforces the hardship without any gain to those who take it. It’s such a cruel world.
Turlough
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Pick of the Day
Perhaps we should arrange an ABCTales football match. Poets versus storywriters.
Can I be on the same side as Celticman please? I imagine him to be a diminutive winger known for his technique and dribbling skills, being able to go past players with ease, cut inside, score or contribute to goals.
Then we could have Pick of the Day presented by Gary Lineker.
Turlough
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Oasis in a troubled land
I once found myself walking past a football ground in Famagusta, North Cyprus. People were streaming in. I stopped and asked the guy at the turnstyle how much it was to go in; about £5, which I didn't have on me. "Oh come in anyway," he said. "Come in for nothing." So I watched the game.
I can't now remember what the names of the teams were, but the home side lost 0-1. Obviously I didn't bring them any luck that day, if that was the turnstyle guy's intention.
But for 90 minutes, we were all able to forget about the troubled politics of this part of the world.
ITOI
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We established phase lines
We established phase lines around soccer fields in Iraq and that's where we got most attacked. We learned that protection = vulnerabiliity. Nothing to do with your piece. Nice piece.
V/R
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I know this, kitty, we all
I know this, kitty, we all knew it, that's why we established the phase lines. We gave them soccer balls, evens kicked with them, knowing it's not normal times. We never went there to kill kids or make their lives harder. But, Jesus, if you weren't there to make the immediate arguemnt, . . . then what? Did you have a hot shower once a month? Did you listen to civvies yell at you and call you governtment puppets because you were doing your job and doing your job meant protecting their right to insult you? Normal times is perpsective. Define noramilty, kitten.
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I wish the news commentators
I wish the news commentators and others would stop using this semi-affectionate nick-name 'Bibi'. What's wrong with Yahu... as in Yahoo, Swift's 'human-like monsters' in 'Gulliver's Travels'? What else is he?
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Human. or not?
I vehemently agree with you there on the ridiculous use of an affectionate name for Mister Yahoo-Anyhoo. For similar reasons (though without the genocidey bits) there was once a British prime minister who I could never for the life of me refer to as Boris as it would have suggested that he was in some way human with a human heart and a human brain.
On the other hand, Trump has the ring of a perfect name for a complete and utter twat.
Turlough
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Boris? Hm... I wonder who you
Boris? Hm... I wonder who you can mean...
Oh... Blo Job... of course!
I'm something of a memester, going by the handle 'Gimpsy'. I don't use any of the social media platforms now, but I used to post them regularly. Many less-than-flattering Johnson ones. One of them got used once as a backdrop on an RTE news bulletin! I waited for the knock on the door, but fortunately it never came...
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Backdrop
Ah, brilliant!
Any chance of me having a sneaky peek at your RTE backdrop?
That's not a euphemism by the way.
Turlough
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Actually, remembering now, it
Actually, remembering now, it was a David Cameron one. Same mould, though. More oily. Not sure how I could show them...
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Oily
Not to worry. I'll simply conjure up in my mind a picture of an oiled-up Cameron.
Turlough
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Or, preferably, not! Unless
Or, preferably, not!
Unless it's basting oil. Gammon, anyone?
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This piece acted like a fuse
This piece acted like a fuse for me, igniting thoughts of everything that's currently rotten to the core in our world. Yahoo, a listed war criminal, genocide exponent and acolyte of the orange turd, removing the only pleasure left to the traumatised victims of his crimes. Then there's football, so hijacked by avarice that nineteen year olds with diamond studs in their ears and a Lamborghini Ludicrous on the drive are paid a quarter of a million pounds a week to illicit unjustified penalties from referees by rolling over six times when tackled and gripping their heads in agony. They're all pushing the boundaries to see how much they can get away with before anyone actually tries to stop them, and it annoys the hell out of me.
There, I feel a bit better now, so I've just put a drop of left-over Christmas Baileys in my coffee and settled down to read the wonderful speech that Mark Carney made in Davos yesterday.
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Bravo!
Well said Makis!
Though I'm struggling to understand the term 'left-over' in relation to Baileys.
Turlough
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A term I use loosely Turlough
A term I use loosely Turlough. I refer to all my Baileys purchases as Christmas left overs so that it lubricates the conscience too.
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I'll second that. I've been
I'll second that. I've been doing dry January... which was going to be dry year! But I'm starting to think otherwise. It's all too crazy and anger-inducing to face with a sober head any longer. There has to be some respite.
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That's weird, because so did
That's weird, because so did I. I gave one of Mendelssohn's Lieder ohne Worte a hard time this morning.
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Subjectivity
The need to normalise everyday life, however disturbing, by the distanced onlooker seeking comforting platitudes vs a need to survive through small poppets of joy in the moment by those weathering daily horror.
Provactive.
Good write and comments
Lena x
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