"The road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone,
And I must follow if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say"
- J.R.R Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

Football, Manchester United and other beautiful things.

Proudly United.
So the Barclays Premier League came to an end on Sunday, once again proving to the world why it is the best league in the world and why soccer is the world's most beautiful game.

The pain caused by Manchester United's failure to win the league title was made worse by the fact that it was Manchester City who won it, and also because the league was lost- and won- in less than ninety seconds.

The last five minutes of the Manchester City v QPR match were the greatest minutes of football I've watched since the miracle of Istanbul. The feeling, just like that of being drunk, cannot be described to, or understood by, one who has never experienced it.

In a space of two minutes, Manchester City fans went from the depths of sadness to the heights of unbelievable joy and we, United supporters, slumped in our seats and watched the title fly to the blue side of Manchester.

But I realised that though winning is great, it is not everything. The joy and excitement is in playing, playing with pride and losing with honour in winning with our teams and losing with them.

Not to be fair-weather fans or summer soldiers who desert when the going gets tough.

The celebrations, the disappointments, the pain, the exhilaration, the joy and the inexplicable emotions that come from watching the game- that is the beauty of football.

Simply put, it is "Jogo Bonito", as the Brazilians say- THE BEAUTIFUL GAME!

I am an African Youth.

Even when we lose.


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