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“Dear Football,

If I get up in the middle of the night to write you these few lines, it’s not only because I gave in to the coffee call after 6:00 p.m., but also because I have been rolling over in my bed since hours, without finding certain answers. We have been living a passionate love affair for over twenty years now, and while it has often been priced, it is unparalleled in purity and is based on a simple concept.

Eleven good men against eleven good men as the other said, and a ball in the middle. From the land littering the Breton family home to the fine lawns of the Champions League, it has always been just a question of that: two teams competing for the love of the game, and may the best win. After this Chelsea-Rennes as bitter as a Gin Tonic without the Gin, there is plenty to ask yourself a lot of questions.

On the rules, to begin with. When an IFAB rule states that “The referee does not penalize the hands or arms of a player made just after contact of the ball with another part of the body or that of another nearby player, or if the hand and arm are close to the body and do not artificially increase its surface. », Difficult to understand how Mr. Felix Zwayer was able to whistle a penalty after a praline sent to the thigh of Dalbert has, as the laws of physics want it, ended under his armpit, failing to offer him the nose of Gérard Depardieu .

If one can easily doubt his level, especially in view of the shattering entry of the crack Adrien Truffert, the loyalty of Dalbert is far from being contested, and it is certain that the player would have preferred to receive the beautiful bullet in full pear rather than on a part of the body which obviously is not removable, and cost him his place on the meadow. With a ball speed as high as an unbridled Derby pushed on a country road, so difficult to avoid the fatal collision, unless perhaps a new rule is introduced at the IFAB, which would like all defenders to play with chatterton from the pelvis to the neck. Even if it means limiting the hands, you might as well go to the end of the reasoning without going into too extreme or surgical practices.

ELEVEN WORLD NUMBER 336 AVAILABLE HERE

A capital F

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Whistling a hand is one thing, making a mistake is another. To be wrong is human. But the human for a few years, is no longer alone in football. Worse, he is not even there at times. Thus in the greatest of calm and after consultation with the assistants (one minute), consultation of the images (one minute), Mr. Zwayer, three minutes after the facts and supporting images, decided to sanction the hand of Dalbert d ‘ a penalty, and a second “yellow card”. We play the 40th minute of the third C1 game in the history of a small thumb, and the man with the whistle chooses this precise moment, five minutes before the delivery of your confined burger, to kill the match.

It is therefore necessary to come back to a detail as important as it becomes harmful for this sport: technology. The rules being as flawed as the American electoral system, you had to give arguments to decision-makers to justify their choices when a whole bench rises to insult you. However, after having viewed the images 43 times at this late hour, it is still inconceivable that such a decision was taken, unthinkable afterwards that it could be forgiven.

Because we will not stop repeating it on all the trays and counters when we have the right to push them back again, the error is human and forgivable from this point of view. Providing a technology known to be flawless and an ambiguous rulebook for an arbitration body that is always asked too much, was a challenge. Psychology deserting the football fields and the criteria of referees, it is clear that it is far from being “accepted”.

From the depths of history, the land that our athletes tread every day to try to distract a population that 2020 will have shaken as much as Jérémy Doku facing a 37-year-old side, it is time for you to resurface, Football. With a capital F. That of the game, the spirit, the values, the competitiveness. Far from opaque regulations, hesitant interpretations. A capital F for Football. A capital F to avoid a new “Fucking Disgrace”.

Footballistically,

Thomas Rassouli

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