Sidvee delivering a tribute worthy of the man…

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The history of soccer is a sad voyage from beauty to duty. When the sport became an industry, the beauty that blossoms from the joy of play got torn out by its very roots.

In this fin-de-siècle world, professional soccer condemns all that is useless, and useless means not profitable. Nobody earns a thing from that crazy feeling that for a moment turns a man into a child playing with a balloon, like a cat with a ball of yarn; a ballet dancer who romps with a ball as light as a balloon or a ball of yarn, playing without even knowing he’s playing, with no purpose or clock or referee.

Thus begins Eduardo Galeano’s 1995 classic Soccer in Sun and Shadow, a passage that raises visions of a pained Galeano sitting in a soulless soccer stadium in Montevideo, searching desperately for a player who is approaching the game…

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