I
watched highlights of the Big Final on Sunday.
(I’m
talking about the Copa America, of course…)
It made me laugh to see Lionel Messi trying to lift a trophy that was the same
size as him.
Thank
God the Duke of Kent is retiring from his duties at Wimbledon. He’s looked like
a cadaver since 1979 and watching him dodder onto Centre Court is like watching
an old woman about to cross the road at a busy junction. They should have
brought him out on a mobility scooter. Wimbledon
is all about tradition, and the same things happening at the same time every
year, and that’s great, but one thing I will not miss is seeing him follow the
exact same path and the exact same routine as he has done every year since the
60s.
I’m
not exaggerating – put on clips of his entrances when he comes out to present
the Men’s Champions with the Gold Cup and he always stops at the exact same
spot for some tired small talk with some tired ball kid or other.
The
Men’s Final was so good because the crowd made such a great atmosphere. Too
often, these showpiece matches are dulled by a group of entitled rich twits acting
like they’re attending a sermon in church. But having been starved of their
beloved Wimbledon for two years, they were all determined to enjoy it, and it
lifted the whole occasion.
And,
ok, I’ll mention the England – Italy game. I’m not a huge fan of football so I
don’t think my opinion counts for much, and there’ll be dozens of online
articles and millions of social media posts about it already without me
polluting and diluting things further.
But….
I watched it, I got into it, I thought ‘our boys’ were great. To me, Italy were
by far a better team and our lot did a bloody good job just containing them to
one goal and holding out for a draw. Penalties strike me as the most ridiculous
way of settling a sporting final, by the way. I think, in the future, they’ll
be seen as archaic, stupid, and not reflective of the team nature of the sporting
events they settle. It’s 11 v 11 for 120 minutes, then 1 v 1 in the shootout???
Daft.
But they were absorbing to watch, up-and-down like a see-saw, had more twists
and turns than a Norfolk by-road, and left me feeling drained and, yes I admit
it, disappointed.
RC 12-7-21
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