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quinta-feira, 22 de junho de 2006

Sexo e futebol

And four or five years back, at Norwich, Arsenal scored four times in sixteen minutes after trailing for most of the game, a quarter of an hour which also had a kind of sexual otherworldliness to it.
The trouble with the orgasm as metaphor here is that the orgasm, though obviously pleasurable, is familiar, repeatable (within a couple of hours if you've been eating your greens), and predictable, particularly for a man - if you're having sex then you know what's coming, as it were. (...) Even though there is no question that sex is a nicer activity than watching football (no nil-nil draws, no offside trap, no cup upsets, and you're warm), in the normal run of things, the feelings it engenders are simply not as intense as those brought about by a once-in-a-lifetime last-minute Championship winner.
None of the moments that people describe as the best in their lives seem analogous to me. Childbirth must be extraordinarily moving, but it doesn't really have the crucial surprise element, and in any case lasts too long; the fulfilment of personal ambition - promotions, awards, what have you - doesn't have the last-minute time factor, nor the element of powerlessness that I felt that night. And what else is there that can possibly provide the suddenness? A huge pools win, maybe, but the gaining of large sums of money affects a different part of the psyche altogether, and has none of the communal ecstasy of football.
There is then, literally, nothing to describe it. I have exhausted all the available options. I can recall nothing else that I have coveted for two decades (what else is there that can reasonably be coveted for that long?), nor can I recall anything else that I have desired as both man and boy. So please, be tolerant of those who describe a sporting moment as their best ever. We do not lack imagination, nor have we had sad and barren lives; it is just that real life is paler, duller, and contains less potential for unexpected delirium.


Nick Hornby, Fever Pitch

2 comentários:

  1. Boa citação. Ontem fui fazer uma corridinha ao serão e saí de casa quando o Brasil tinha acabado de sofrer o golo. Quando acabei, perguntei a um tipo o resultado e soube do 4-1, favorável ao Brasil. Eu até disse ao senhor, "Fantástico!" e tivemos ali um bonito momento de regozijo puro. Depois fiquei a pensar na minha reacção. "Fantástico"? "Fantástico"?! Soava-me meio falsa a minha exclamação, meio fantasmagórica, sobretudo à medida que a repetia na minha cabeça (mas também não gosto muito do "Espectacular!"). Foi realmente uma grande surpresa. Suponho que se tivesse assistido ao jogo todo a surpresa teria sido muito mais diluida e desinteressante.

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  2. Não sou entendida em futebol, mas acho que o Nick Hornby descreve muitíssimo bem a ebulição dos sentimentos e a panóplia de sensações em torno do desporto rei. Bem-vindo :)

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