FIFA decided earlier not to punish Thierry Henry for his cheating in Paris in November.
Fortunately, as I sunk into a deeper spiral of frustation and self-pity, America’s greatest living writer Cormac McCarthy texted on a few bits and pieces, in an effort to make sense of this dystopian, achromatic football world.
Nice one, Cormac! LOLZ xxxx
“People were always getting ready for tomorrow.
I didnt believe in that.
Tomorrow wasnt getting ready for them.
It didnt even know they were there.”
— The Road
Essentially, what the Pulitzer Prize winner is saying here was actually best paraphrased by one Roy M Keane: Fail to prepare; prepare to fail.
“Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from.”
— The Crossing
This one is clear: we need goal-line technology and/or a video referee.
“Listen to me, he said, when your dreams are of some world that never was or some world that never will be, and you’re happy again, then you’ll have given up. Do you understand? And you can’t give up, I won’t let you.”
— The Road
A note of optimism. Trap has a good squad with some lovely young players coming through – James McCArthy, Seamus Coleman et al. The skies grow greyer by the day. But come July, some sunshine may crease the sky again and Euro 2012 will tilt into the horizon.
“If trouble comes when you least expect it then maybe the thing to do is to always expect it.”
— The Road
Translation: why didn’t the Duffer just stick that one-on-one with Lloris? Henry could’ve thrown the ball into the net afterwards and we wouldn’t have cared.
“The rain falls upon the just
And also on the unjust fellas
But mostly it falls upon the just
Cause the unjust have the just’s umbrellas”
— The Stonemason
Sepp Blatter and Michel Platini protect the bigger nations, according to McCarthy (no relation to Mick, incidentally). The seeding system is endemic of a flawed process. We have no umbrella and John Delaney, we now know, needs an umbrella.
“You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.”
— No Country for Old Men
This book was written during the Staunton era and so the sentiment is understandable: we could’ve been mullered in South Africa.