football has almost always been at odds with the literature, or rather the literature with football, perhaps because the writers, with few exceptions, - as the writer adventurer or traveler, always have been, physically speaking, unfit to practice. The writer in his early years, often constituted an outcast, by nature introverted, weak character, not given to games or fellowship group, a freak of nature that killed the hours reading or building imaginary worlds rather than playing ball.
Another reason for the natural aversion to football is based on the popular nature of it, as it originated in the lower classes of English society, was always an object of contempt by some sectors. Amen to that originally was a pretty rough sport, almost devoid of rules and of course the field conditions were not the best. Throughout its evolution, the beautiful game, has been distinguished poetry critics and defenders.
Even then, the British writer Rudyard Kipling , author of adventure books as 'The Jungle Book' or ' The Man Who Would Be King 'despised the sport and ' little souls that can be satiated by the muddy idiots who play ' .
On the other hand, Jorge Luis Borges , author of the story perhaps more hypnotic, enigmatic and fascinating literature has been, as the mystery surrounding his alleged absence, once said that football was 'a stupid thing to English ... A sport aesthetically ugly, eleven against eleven players running after a ball is not particularly beautiful.
is said that Albert Camus, existentialist the eminent author of 'The Stranger' in his youth playing in goal when I lived in lands once declared Algerian and ''the ball never comes to one where one expects to come. This helped me a lot in life ... What most know about morality and obligations I owe men football.''
According to a biographer, the German philosopher Martin Heidegger in his youth was left pointer and could spend much time talking properly and with enthusiasm Franz Beckenbauer and the German team.
The literature has also been great for football phrases like that (unfortunately I can not remember the author): ' Europe found in football a form of hate without shattering'
Pier Paolo Pasolini , great poet and filmmaker, perhaps has given the best and most beautiful definition :''The Football is a system of signs, so it is a language. There are moments that are pure poetry: it is the time to score. Each goal is always an invention, it is always a subversion of the code is an inevitability, lightning, stupor, irreversibility. Like the poetic word. The scorer of a championship is always the best poet of the year. Football produces more goals is the most poetic. Even dribbling is inherently poetic (though not always in the action of the goal). In fact, every player's dream (shared by each viewer) is from midfield, dribble and score all the goals. If, within the limits permitted, you can imagine in football was sublime, is that. But it never happens. It is a dream.'' Too bad Pasolini, has not been playing Maradona or Zidane.
Gabriel García Márquez , but was initially skeptical, said:'' do not think I lost anything with this irrevocable income today I openly to the holy brotherhood of fans. All I want now is to convert someone.''
Who has not enjoyed Eduardo Galeano, and his "Soccer in Sun and Shadow ', which admits as a' killed '(unfit) for the ball, but his unique way of describing the game and the feeling of swollen, full of nostalgia and aroma of everyday life, said "the goal is football orgasm. As the orgasm, the goal is becoming increasingly rare in modern life. "
But Manuel Vazquez Montalban was , a distinguished scholar, bon vivant and lover of luxury FC Barcelona, \u200b\u200bone of the first to show that football and literature should not always be at odds. And without doubt one of the most trenchant and more lucid in theorizing about the sport and its implications. In his "football a religion in search of God" and adventure that football has become a religion for the fans and stadiums compared to cathedrals, and the inevitable critical of marketing the show to the rhythm of the Fifa and the multinational sports marketing and television.
literati who love football, are primarily purists, just look for the beauty of the game and explain whether sociological or poetically rollercoaster of emotions of the human soul led to a torrent apotheosis called goal. And natural aesthetes of letters, writers abhor the violent actions or anything that hampers or tarnishing the game action and circus paraphernalia that accompanies it.
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