This morning I found a small piece of text, I will not hide from you. One of those things that you read this and think, "Too bad I did not write the" because he's so beautiful thoughts in a nutshell. In addition, I have with " Do you remember those days? " and " If You are a child of the 70s "is the theme plowed schonmal. So now GC of the formidable side of the Fiorentina fans " Dodicesimouomo.net "

The Playstation has ruined us!

Sounds like a slogan from Sordi, if he makes one on Americans , but I really believe that. The video games, the Playstation as their symbol, are one of the largest fatalities that have plagued the modern game ever.

I'll explain this again: My generation grew up with played football, so not in the sense that the game after weeks of chatter came first, how the day goes, but I think that we was playing football (and fundamentally change the dimension of the game are raised). We have kicked around: at home, at school, on the road between cars on dusty hard ground, in mud or in parking lots, with rounded objects of any color, any weight or size. From tennis balls to the balls of Nivea Bath, as great as Chaplin's world.

And we have learned that the ball does not always then, when people would like them. That there is at least as easy to get a passport to the man, how to beat him. That if you shoot on goal (the goal was often limited by two stones, two jackets and two backpacks and precision as high as the goalkeeper would reach over to head up an outstretched arm) could be forgiven, too weak or too slow shoot , hits the ball past goalkeeper or comes on. We have learned that kicks hurt, but it hands out and pockets. That the good guys were good and the bad bad, but you could set up without the other one as a team. That their team was always the best. That were made for Fiorentina in Florence, and that when your dad came from southern Italy, so it normally was that you did Napoli, Avellino and Catanzaro fingers crossed. And when you have unfortunately decided to press one of the teams from the north, the thumb, then you got while thrashing, until you had changed her mind.

We grew up believing that the transfer market would be a stupid affair, because Antognoni would never change anyway for Juve, that the purple shirt in the run up to eleven of them, like the others and that they thus first began to eye level. That if the Roma or Napoli came to Florence, and the mothers were worried you might not let the day go to the stadium.

Then came the Playstation, with a button to change players from Manchester United to Messina, the formations will be evaluated by numerical coefficients, the players versemmeln never receiving a pass, a pass, a shot on goal, the goalkeeper is excellent, dribbling forwards like Tomba at the time the bars umkurvte and every player seems to Maradona.

And the sweat? And the bickering? And the mutual Verarsche? And the friends who devised fantasy team, the broken shoes which whipped knees? And the strain? There is nothing more of it! The effort is gone, there are no more the joyous power, the taste of the error that had to be learned from this, there is no longer the bitter flavor of defeat, which made the victory so sweet in comparison! If you lose, you need to save not easy!

And it's no longer belongs: the children of today are for real or Barcelona even if they are raised in Novoli or Girone. The shirts are more popular than Rooney by Natali, your team is just a fad worth if it has an enviable trophy exhibit. They supported in any way the winner, not the team that represents you.

In short, is the cultural model of today's society, which was only made for and by those who win, spread out on the football and also because of the diabolical objects such as video games.

You ruined the Playstation, we still believe in football, we try to hang on.

GC

And, dear cultural optimists: No, video games are not a devil, and yes, of course, the whining, because it was formerly better anyway everything was. Nevertheless, it is a nice little text, which reminds me a lot of my own youth: "three corners of a penalty," in thickness, which had always the goal, to those who have always been a trick better than yourself, to " who shot out of bounds, must be the goal, "to slaps, because the new pants were torn at Gebolze night at 11 where the ball is no longer looked at guys who versemmelten any math, but on the pitch, the uncrowned heroes - to just football, not the simulation. Today, you can pimp on the PS3 Hellas Verona on Dream Team for the Champion's League and the 10-year-old get sophisticated tactics training , wear Adidas adiPower Predator TRX SG Control on the accurately maintained mimic lawn and the Celebration of their stars from the Premier League. But we "were" Maradona and nobody can take us. And of course, my heart beats for players like Gattuso or Jürgen Kohler, from their rather limited talent yet made a career because they compensate for their weaknesses with full dedication of each of the 90 minutes and remind me of back when fired our childhood dreams, that we this could also be. Ibrahimovic and Cristiano Ronaldo that I let my son.