Golden Balls

An Award Ceremony to
Mask FIFA’s Horror Show

No offense to Messi, Cristiano Ronaldo, and Neymar, top contenders to this year’s Ballon d’Or award – and arguably three of the greatest footballers ever – but Monday’s ceremony in Zürich may not be all about rewarding the deserving and honoring the honorable.
Not that we should expect any mention of FIFA’s annus horribilis (and we’re not getting anywhere near that stinky pun either). After all, this is the time to pay homage to these players’ artistry, and whoever wins has proven their worth on the pitch.
It’s just that such artistry, talent, and exuberance, shown throughout an ever more demanding, year-round season, are in stark contrast to the staggering catalog of behind-closed-doors misdeeds FIFA officials have perpetrated on their account.
As of now, former president Sepp Blatter, and the ex-head of UEFA, its European arm, Michel Platini, continue fighting their 8-year ban from the sport, and a stretching number of officials, in many countries, face criminal charges.
It’s also emblematic that the corruption dragnet has caught both Platini, who’s all but squandered his past as a great player, and (more)
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the soccer federation president of the World Cup’s record 5-time holder, Brazil, one Marco Polo del Nero.
Both ascended to what used to be largely symbolic, supposedly unpaid positions, by the sheer power of influence and highly profitable, back-door deals, turning their mandates into a shameless commodity whose continuing trading boosted their still undisclosed personal wealth.
It’s been a strange, and regrettable year, to say the least. While the game of football has evolved to high levels of skill and showmanship rarely seen in such a consistent basis before, its off-the-field structure has remained depressingly stuck in a colonial past.
As a growing multinational enterprise, moving billions of dollars each year, it’s been driven by the same unrestrained greed and political manipulation that marked its origins, only in a much larger scale. And old, terrible habits continue to fester.
In fact, to many supporters, 2015, for one, has been downright despicable, with shameful episodes of racism and even displays of extreme nationalism by players and fans, perhaps reflecting on the pitch at last what was all along known and practiced outside it.
Neymar, for example, Barcelona’s Brazilian star who, like most of his compatriots, is racially mixed, has been victim of racist chanting that would blush KKK zealots. But along sympathy, he’s gathered a lot of flack from Brazil’s sport press for his response to it.
His reaction has been compared to that of Pelé, the game’s greatest player but also tone deft in race matters throughout his career. And who, just like Neymar did recently, while declaring, ‘I’m not black,’ has always refused to even acknowledge that there’s racism in Brazil, perhaps afraid of negative stereotyping.
Other allegations of corruption have also plagued Neymar, but as a player, he’s had a stellar year. Since moving to Spain, he’s been crucial to Barcelona’s regained world dominance, along Uruguayan Luiz Suarez and Argentine Lionel Messi.
Portuguese Cristiano Ronaldo and Messi have traded wins for the past seven years – current score: 3X4 -, but given the wonders the South-American trio has been performing lately, it wouldn’t be surprising if Neymar spoils the trend and carries home the trophy.
Which is the same reason that Suarez also has a shot this year. The ceremony will not only crown, by secret ballot, the world’s best male player, but also the top scorer, best coach, and the always understated best female player, among other categories.
Brazilian player extraordinaire Marta, who isn’t shortlisted this year, has won a record seven times, starting in 2007, when the last of her countrymen great strikers was nominated and won, Kaká. Bookmakers are favoring Messi to top the field again this time around.
A last note about this, and most recent, soccer awards: none of the contenders has won a World Cup, reflecting the quadrennial tournament’s diminishing importance today as a game’s quality yardstick. That also means that Pelé’s 3-time achievement will remain unchallenged to at least 2022.
Since none of the accused is expected to show up at the ceremony – nor they should – FIFA may have a hard time filling up the usually crowded official seats. Which is just as well. Optimists everywhere hope this may finally be the year international soccer cleans up its game.

2 thoughts on “Golden Balls

  1. One bright thing in the English Premier League is the spectacular rise of my old home team Leicester City, who barely escaped relegation last season to reach top position for Christmas.

    The most most amazing part of it is that the whole team cost less than some individual players in other Premier League teams.

    Though Leicester really do play as a team, the incredible James Vardy cannot go without a mention. Only a few seasons ago he was playing for Fleetwood Town, who aren’t even in the Football League. Last November he beat Van Nistelrooy’s Premier League record to score in 11 consecutive top flight matches, coming within a whisker of equalling Jimmy Dunne’s record of scoring in 12 consecutive games – a record set way back in the 1931/32 season.

    Little wonder Vardy now plays for England and that there are some already camparing him with Messi, which I feel is probably a vast exaggeration and far too early.

    Unfortunately, I can’t judge for myself – not that I’m the best judge anyway – because there’s no way we can afford to subscribe to TV channels broadcasting English football here in Spain.

    Though the Foxes have dropped to second place now – two points below Arsenal, the team’s successes so far should be an inspiration to football fans everywhere. There is hope for the beautiful game yet.

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    • Colltales says:

      Something to admire about the British spirit is the resilience of the little guy, and that fully applies to Leicester (which just tied Tottenham, I read). Unlike what most know, and detest, about the old empire – a preposterous pride of its faded world domination -the simple truth that regular blokes learn early on to cherish is that for them there will be no Disneyesque dreams of redemption, only the drab, ruthless beating of a life, miserable, and even more miserable weather to contend with for the rest of one’s life. But where others would simply give in to despair, they rise and work magic in the realm of music, arts, invention, ingenuity, and so on. That’s something that gets my juices flowing, so to speak. Here’s to Leicester and others like them, not because they may delude themselves that they can, for they’re painfully aware that they couldn’t possibly, but because they soldier on regardless, and deserve more than most when grace visits them ever so rarely. And screw those oligarchs who lavishly fund winning, but heartless campaigns, and own everybody else. À nous, la liberté. Cheers


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