Old Soccer Stadium Smell | Nostalgia & Sport

The Louvre thieves were not so smart when they did not wait for the museum to be hanging. frame of Mbappé’s offside, the thread of a mean that they were looking for in the VAR for half an hour to annul the Frenchman’s goal. Definitive work of art. The goal was a remote-controlled bomb that blew up the Clásico after ten minutes. It was annulled, being very faithful to the spirit of the rule, which will require players to jump onto the field without shin guards or socks, with tight clothing and very shaved legs. Swimmers, in short. With nothing in your body or in your life that could leave you offside; without a political family, without a tarambana friend. The formulaunocization of football: the excitement of photofinish, but at least with cars you know what part is worth.

It was one of those games designed to be talked about for two weeks. Pure football from before when the players stopped importing frames. Good Lamine Yamal in the preview, cool, generating atmosphere, giving tension to recently withered classics. El Clásico needs players like that, capable of having the fans whistling at them before the game starts. We are so used to “yes, no” that when a hunk with personality and character, unrelated to corsets, appears, we run under the table. Although it is true that if Yamal played for Madrid, that night the Council of Ministers meets urgently to evaluate the Kings League. The statements, of course, raised the spirits of the most unruly Real Madrid fans, particularly Vinicius. It happens that if you provoke, you have to endure it after they answer you. It’s neighborhood law. Above all, we must be in favor of symmetry.

Vinicius, by the way. He went overboard, connected the others and created the second goal by himself, almost out of nothing. He had the extra top speed that he promised years ago with his I will doand then he put on a number in his relief that any day ends in disgrace as it revs even more. We Real Madrid fans who were watching the game created that number, surely for the same reasons as him: it was fresh, the counters multiplied and in the open field it is a crossbow. Maybe he wasn’t defending or pressing as much as he should, maybe that made up for it if he scored the third or fourth goal. The fact is that the fans must also be allowed to do their thing. showYou can’t steal everything from us.

Vini ran to the locker room, he was able to put a couple of likes strategic on Instagram and returned to the bench. Calmer? Not exactly, but at least this time he wanted to hit the rival, not his coach. That’s also football, although you have to hide the children with an iPad so they can watch whatever they want on the internet. As soon as the match ended, we were offered the first hot images of Vinicius’ conflicts with different Barça players. In those first images they already had only Vini subtitled. Between the Brazilian and the Spanish it was faster to understand what Vini was saying. It is also true that he was better focused, as always.

The match had, among the controversies, the goals and the brawls, the old smell of the classic of a lifetime, of the rivalry that surpasses the team’s locker room, of the dog’s face with which the Madrid-Barça of always greeted each other and that connected the two fans with a very particular electricity. It’s not about praising the noise, but about putting it in context: two teams that are eager, that are angry, stars that don’t want to leave the field, leaving with fuss, monumental whistles, explosive statements. Football is passion and passion sometimes leads to unedifying but iconic places. What are you looking at, fool?

Madrid was able to score and won, giving the last minutes a bit of grief. It wasn’t necessary, but the pitiful Madridismo is starting to get used to it. They lose count of the games in which Barcelona is injured and Madrid reaches out. Shaking hands is in defeat, not when you are winning. But it also happens institutionally. Madrid exaggerates its lack of anti-Barcelonism so much that it happens to that chess player, Akiba Rubistein, who in the middle of his career began to be a victim of pathological shyness. After making a move, he ran to hide in a corner of the room to wait for his opponent’s response.