For a long time, I thought that football was a great antidote to the conversations about Wittgenstein. We must figure out the context: a living room, preferably on the left, a heartfelt discussion about profound problems, ideas embedded in their speeches healthy frames, and then (as would George), in a desperate attempt to suspension, introduced with a real tackle its conceptual element Francesco Totti (Cambiasso but also could be good, since we're on the subject of tackle ).
After the patriotic rhetoric occasioned by the world (but you could not make every forty years instead of four?), after the pantomime of the transfer market, but I start to think that Wittgenstein is a good antidote to the conversation about football (in particular, the proposition 7, as the mesh of Tractatus, and not in the banal vulgata that unless you know what you are talking about is better to keep quiet: football belongs or does not belong to the realm of the mystic?).
Totally demotivated, last Saturday night I watched the semi-finals of the Open do not know what the United States. A change of camp, I hiked on the remote and I came across Cesena-Milan, who knows what it's over. Aside from the hilarity of the rigor wrong to Z. Ibrahimovic (a name and a surname, please, not the nickname), a part of human solidarity to F. Caressa, you see that your mind when the team that should win does not win five zero five zero, the sad part consideration for which is becoming the Inter Milan and Inter Milan is becoming, I remembered that , at the beginning of my interest in football, my team then, by chance the geographical Messina, he always returned from the "Dino Manuzzi" with at least two goals on the rump.
Generally, it is said that the public is the twelfth man on the field. In fact, if there is one-twelfth, it is not the public but the stadium. That this is not the public, that of Rome is rebuttal. For me, it would suffice Venditti's song because the referee gives the whistle immediately and give the victory of office to the home team. But things almost never turn Olimpico in the right direction (just think of the epilogue of last season).
Cesena stadium is one of those stages in which, indeed, the ball can go in goal alone. You should talk to some Nobel Prize, but probably is an effect that depends on a phenomenon of the curvature of space. Various elements contribute to this curvature.
First of all sizes. The Stadium to get that effect should be small. Not small in an absolute sense, there are huge stadiums that are still small. Harvest is probably the right word. There must be the athletics track, this is clear, but especially the development of the stands should not proceed in width when the stadium is not only good for the friendly national team or for a concert Ligabue. Narrow and vertical, the stadium has to communicate, architecturally, to the ordinary laws of physics that they do not fit into his space.
Secondly, the type of typhus. Stadiums such exclude the start rooting Cartesian (rooting for this team because they win or has won a lot), typhoid Woody Allen (rooting for this team for me to identify and talk to the girl that I can not win because the softened with this crap), typhoid complex, well look at a variant of the previous (rooting for this team because he is a victim of the system, officials of that shit sold Gobbi, to name one close to me), typhoid aesthetic (rooting for this team because the beauty of football practice), typhoid radical-chic (rooting for this team because it's not a bad magnate and bad). Stages of the kind only admit rooting Dionysian: the pure delusion, unaware that celebrates a mysterious rite.
Third, the noise. At this stage you hear a hum in the background, or a swing of nervous silence and sobs. You hear only a single, continuous noise. To put it in my physics textbook, unfortunately, never opened, the noise is the fourth dimension, the cap that closes the crater, is the limit, leave all hope ye who enter here.
Arturo
