The summer of our content
It was May, and I was bored with football. The teams your correspondents follow had gone through horrible seasons. In England, Steven Gerrard's untimely slip and more important Liverpool's impersonation of a teenager asked to bestow a kiss on a first date against Crystal Palace meant that the title went to Manchester 'what is this financial fair play thing anyway' City. In Italy, the title went to Fiat--I mean Juventus--by default, and everyone who liked football in that country spent their time giving plaudits to Roma, who came second. In Germany, the least surprising finish to a campaign ever meant that Uli Hoeness's tax case was the big surprise of the season for Bavarian Munich. I'm not even going to dignify the the French League with a response. The only league where we really saw something compelling was Athletico Madrid's capture of the title. Their manager, Diego Simeone, wears all black and gives the impression that he is the man that Mephistopheles sends to visit people when he is angry at them. Through an exciting blend of ridiculous team unity, snappy attack, and rugged defending they secured the title, surely making everyone think that their players would form the center of Spain's world cup team. More on that in a second.
So the seasons ended, and I entered that end-of-season emotional slump, that time when you don't care that there isn't football to fill saturday and sunday. And then, on the horizon you see a glimmer, and its the commercialized narcissism of FIFA jabbing you in the face. Damn. After a few weeks, you hear of the players that won't be going: Radamael Falcao, Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain, Marco Reus and it hurts even more. You listen to how FIFA has routed people from the favelas, how construction workers have died building these stadia, and the Brazilian government has brought in the shock troops to deal with protesters of governmental white elephants. You hear about the conditions for workers planning a competition 8 years away in Qatar. How can you feel good? How can you think that the tournament is worth all the money and the pain and downright evil?
And then a few weeks pass, and your friends and family who don't follow football during the year know that you have been a fanatic since Alexi Lalas actually played the game, so they call you up and ask what you think and who is gonna win. You get the chance to play ambassador to your sport, and what happens? You start to remember why you love this game. You realize that the game has returned to the places that care about it. You dig up your copy of In Sun and Shadow by Eduardo Galeano and read passages to people while on the subway, extorting them on the game, saying that games will be easy to see here finally. You finally get around to reading Uli Hesse-Lichtenberger's Tor: the story of German Football . You realize for the first time in a long while that you will whole-heartedly support your own national team, and not just feel sorry for your world class goalkeeper behind the cast of Muppets in Space. You hunker down, buy a new scarf, flip on the tv and hope than Ian Darke is doing the commentary.
Okay, but the World Cup was months ago Brandoch, why bother us with it now? Why not talk about Manchester United's transfer rumors, or Tottenham Hotspurs on the top of the league. Why not mention that Dortmund (crushed by liverpool in preseason) beat Munich in the curtain raiser for the german leauge? The answer to all of that is that everything you see until about the middle of september is determined by what happened at the world cup. So allow me to indulge a little. Reminiscence will be important as well, due to the locations of the next two world tournaments.
What happened: The best team won. The german national team absorbed the loss of Marco Reus and the knee of Sami Khedira to win the tournament without really being challenged. What do I remember of the german tournament? Two things
1) Miroslav Klose. He scored some important goals, but I remember him jogging off the field, looking absolutely dead-tired, but proud to have played another game. Yes, he now stands alone as the highest scoring player ever in the world cup, and for Germany, but it was being named to the starting lineup, and making it to 65 minutes or so that meant everything to him. Remember that, people play this game to play, and even those with the records cry when they know that their time is up.
2) The semi-final against Brazil. Well, poor Neymar was out due to a nasty challenge. Their captain and best player Thiago Silva was absent due to the stupidest yellow card of the tournament. And you feared for Brazil. I couldn't get the game on TV, and so I listened to it on the radio. And it was surreal.
After that game, there was little doubt that tournament was over.
What was beautiful: James Rodriguez was beautiful. Besides being Adonis reincarnated, he played the games like Orpheus plays a lyre. Such love merged with such power. By far the finest player of the tournament. The cynical FIFA decision to consistently award the Golden Ball (tournament's best player) to the captain of the losing finalist continues (I believe this is the 5th time in a row). At least Leo Messi had the good grace to look embarrassed when receiving his award. If they really wanted to grace la albiceleste with the trophy, they should have given it to Javier Mascherano.
What was ugly: Uruguay made me sad. Luis Suarez, 2013-2014's best player disgraced himself again. Oscar Tabarez went out and defended him, an old general of the game making himself look like a Charles Dicken's baddie instead of just shrugging and saying 'Dios Mio, no se.'
What surprised you: I have a list on this one.
1) CONCACAF surprised me. I mean, Mexico disgusted me by even getting to the tournament. Their inability to utilize their excellent players borders on maddening. But they played well, and deserved their progress to the next round. Costa Rica destroyed their opposition in England, Italy, and Uraguay, probably making them the surprise of the tournament.
2) That defenders still think that Arjen Robben might go to his right side. I mean really. Really?
3) That the US media has the gall to say that Jurgen Klinsmann has done anything less than a spectacular job with the USMNT. He and his team have been immense, and I was thrilled to see them play. Michael Bradley was terrible, but if Altidore had been fit and Bradley played to something like 25% of his potential, we might have played better football instead of just effective football.
4) The chilean support of their squad was just a fantastic thing to see. I loved it, and wished we could have had more of them.
Summary: What is the state of the modern game? Well, I would say that football looks like it did in the early 60's. Huh, Brandoch what the hell are you talking about? Well, Latin America produces the finest players with the most skill, verve, and joy. But Europe produces the best team players. And in a big shock, we at overeducated soccer will tell you that this has to do with money (Gasp). Coaching and facilities actually have a lot to do with building teams, and money produces those. The best coaches of south america, like their best players quickly are taken away to develop youngsters in Europe.
The quarterfinals were beautiful, and could have been taken directly from any of the world cups from about 1958-1970. We saw four from Europe: Belgium, Netherlands, Germany, and France; and four from Latin America: Costa Rica, Argentina, Brazil, and Colombia. And you know what, again, they were the best teams, with the best players. Spain is full of great players, England is full of great players, and so is Italy; but because of structural problems in each, they failed to meet their potential. Furthermore, the structure of a summer tournament means that jaded professionalism won't help you win. Miroslav Klose giving his all just to play another game is what pushes you forward. Neymar hoisting the emotions of an entire nation (he really did) on his skinny shoulders was a beautiful thing, and I truly truly respect him for his real care. James Rodriguez may not make the grade at Real Madrid, but he gave the world his genius for 30 days and that is enough. Football is reminded that it can be art and it can be catharsis. Do not read the journalists the day after that match and believe that it has been explained; watch the game, stare at the faces, listen to 7 nation army from the stands, hear the songs of feet for this is the game, and now after watching the cup, you know it.