There were never sixteenths and it never happened that two great Europeans went home like this, at once, to the staff. You get hurt by superpaid samples. We talk about Germany and the Netherlands removed from Paraguay and Morocco. Morocco is running for the final victory. It has been strong for years, it has champions playing in big Europeans, it has very interesting young people valued more than one hundred million euros. It would be the first time of Africa, the ancient continent but laboratory of all themes of the future, in an American tournament in the broad sense, USA, Canada and Mexico.
If we transport football from tactics to culture, we see that how the West is rewriting its rules, from NATO to America’s weight to the role of the EU, so football is rewriting its geopolitical. Historical schools struggle.
The great South American of all time, the home of aesthetic and glorious and joyful football, Brazil, wins at 90′ with a goal of one from the Italian surname, Martinelli, against a well organized Japan. Individual talents few but running and perfect patterns. Group also in a philosophical, perhaps ideological sense. And great shape, education, style.
Our Ancelotti, the last of the Italians left, who sings not Mameli but the anthem of Brazil, eventually bakes glasses and with the step of a bank manager goes to honor the opponents. Nothing screams, shirts out of pants and eyes out of orbit. Tribute to Asia.
And also Paraguay, which in South America is certain, is a small school of football, with a single format, alternative in its poverty to the big ones of its own continent.
In short, the globalization and the spectacularization of the ball desired by FIFA are perhaps marking the de profundis of our certainties. The Italian football market opened yesterday. It was above all the background of Rimini with this heat. From us, once masters and now only spectators, will come little too of this new one that advances.
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