Just what we needed…a reminder of the beautiful side to our game

For way, way, way too long…we’ve been stuck in a monotonously depressing and crazy little footballing bubble.
Scottish football has been rocked by more pessimism in the last few years than it has rejoiced in the joys of the game.
Outside of the football pitch our games fared no better than on it, from sinister goings on i.e. bombs, bullets, racist and bigoted attacks and of course mass tax avoidance, ineligible players and negative, boring headlines and more complicit propaganda from our main stream media outlets…quite how we’ve coped, god only knows.
When in May, Chelsea stifled the footballing maestro’s on the continents biggest club stage…at that point I felt that football was on a worryingly downward trend.
Euro 2012 was a huge stage for our game on so many levels, I hoped desperately that the beautiful game would make a long-awaited, long overdue cameo…I hoped the return of the positive football on the pitch, would help distract me from the depressing saga off the field.
For much of the time, this tournament was average, very, very average.
For all that the tournament had promised, it, by and largely, simmered rather than boiled and it frustrated rather than captivated.
Spain, well they were class. Any talk that they were boring was grossly unfair, what was more accurate was that they were conservative…they seemed to pace themselves and never really engaged top gear.
Workman like and efficient, that’d usually described the Germans, this time however they added flair and played with no shortage of, their newly found, expansive attacking style.
Italy came out a little more than usual and in Pirlo, they had possibly the most consistent and classy player of the tournament. Beating the English on penalties made my day, my week…maybe even my season. Truth be told though, my endearing memory of Italy in Euro 2012 will be their efficient and clinical dismantling of, what until that semi final, had been the best German team in living memory.
Germany are sure to be serious contenders for the upcoming world cup and future international honours given the youthful look to their already classy squad.
Italy, well they improved enormously and in the end of the day were just so darned unlucky as to draw the real Spanish team as opposing finalists.
Now Spain, where do I begin with this bunch of god like greats. From keeper to 10th midfielder, each and every one of them were technically astounding and they proved, once again, to be more than willing and able to grind out results and do the dirty work, roll up the sleeves and do some graft…they played within themselves and with no shortage of style over substance when it mattered most.
The final, I’m glad to say, has wetted my appetite for the beautiful game. Thanks to Spain I am eagerly looking forward to the up-coming campaign…sure we, unfortunately, don’t have a Xavi, Inestia or a Fabregas, Torres, Alonso or even a Pedro but we do have some classy midfielders and more importantly, at Celtic we have an expansive, attacking team who are vying to enter the Champions League group stages once more.
On that stage, there is little doubt, we belong.
On that stage, we have all the incentive we as fans require, on that stage we have no hatred, only friendly rivalry and mutual respect…on that stage we can concentrate on what really matters, the sport of it all, the football…the beautiful game!
Of course on that stage, we have real governance. On that stage we can accept officials to be less than perfect, the paranoia and the angst about an old guard, a blazer brigade so powerful it seems that it can corrupt and rig, publicly so and with apparent ease, the game we love so much.
No, tonight as Spain played with flair and precision, with style and with panache I genuinely forgot, though temporarily, about the darker side to the game, about its demons and of the villans of the piece.
Tonight was all about the football, that ‘beautiful, expansive, attacking football’. Tonight the game had a worthy showpiece, tonight the game was the winner…beautiful football had at last taken centre stage.
Thank god for Spain and for their worthy finalist opponents, Italy. If it weren’t for them, this piece would have likely been about the scandal that will dominate our parochial, narrow-minded game in the days and weeks ahead.
I however managed a smile, I managed to think, I actually dared to reason, that at some stage during next season, perhaps a Barcelona or a Real Madrid, a Milan or an Inter, a Manchester City or United, may travel to Parkhead. Celtic Park will again be rocking, potentially hosting the euphoria of magical nights on European club footballs biggest stage….will I miss the Old Firm?! Don’t be silly…football at long last will be on the menu.
Football, just football and yet more beautiful football…I for one cannot wait!
 
@brianbhoy07

Comments

  1. I couldn’t agree more.It is beyond time for us to look forward and concentrate on football again.

      1. No I get what you meant mate. It’s most certainly time for us and our great club to move on, the novelty of a circus freak show has ran it’s course and long since worn off…they tried to taint last season for us all, they failed then too! MTH HH

  2. I couldn’t agree more.It is beyond time for us to look forward and concentrate on football again.

      1. No I get what you meant mate. It’s most certainly time for us and our great club to move on, the novelty of a circus freak show has ran it’s course and long since worn off…they tried to taint last season for us all, they failed then too! MTH HH

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