In Appreciation of… Socrates

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Football doesn’t have any great characters these days. The increased professionalism of the game, with its emphasis on athleticism over skill and hard running over creative intelligence, has produced a generation of footballers remarkable mostly for their pathological dullness. David Beckham? Steven Gerrard? Useful enough players I guess, but hardly likely to leave you breathless with some mesmerising bit of match day inspiration. It’s even worse when they’re off the pitch. Stick a microphone in front of them and they’ll struggle to articulate a complete sentence, let alone provide a memorable soundbite. An interview with a guy like Michael Owen leaves you with the uneasy question of whether somebody could really be that emotionally detached without being a cyborg or a closet psychopath. That’s modern footballers for you. Good at chasing around after a pig’s bladder and buying sports cars, but as dim as a bowl of porridge and just about as charismatic. The hell with modern football I say. The 70’s and 80’s were where it was at. Back then there were some real renegades. And you had some teams who could play with real style. I’ll take a coke-addled half-bonkers Argentinean midget as the best player in the world over some new fangled pampadoured designer clothes hanger any day of the week. Or how about Socrates, the chain-smokin’, beer swillin’ leftist revolutionary and anti-athlete, who was just about the coolest guy ever to kick a football.

Even amid the more individualistic football landscape of the 70’s and 80’s, Socrates stood out as something of an anomaly. The vast majority of the great Brazilian players came from a background of poverty. They were slum dwellers who played their way out of the favelas and into superstardom. But Socrates came from a relatively comfortable, well educated middle class background and was born in the Amazon’s Belém do Para – not exactly one of Brazil’s football hotbeds.  He wasn’t considered a major prospect as a youth team player, and wasn’t groomed for the top from the very beginning, in the manner of today’s South American wonderkids. In fact, he didn’t even really emerge as a big name player until his mid twenties. This appeared to suit the laid back Socrates just fine. It allowed him to complete his doctorate in medicine. Yep, that’s right, Socrates studied to become a fully qualified doctor while turning out for Botafogo in the Campeanoto Brasileiro on weekends. It was only after moving to the big Sao Paulo club, Corinthians – and shortly after winning his first cap for the Brazilian national team – that Socrates really began to come into his own on the pitch.

Socrates playing for his beloved Corinthians
Socrates playing for his beloved Corinthians

Few major football players ever looked less suited to their profession. With his tall, gangling almost skeletal figure, shaggy unkempt hair and funky beard, Socrates might have been mistaken for a Colombian pimp, a slightly demented Vietnam vet or a bohemian poet, but never a professional sportsman. Yet he played with a grace and fluidity of movement that belied his seemingly awkward physique. Socrates was not what you would call an explosive player, but his loping, long-legged gait could cover the pitch with deceptive speed. He had that elusive quality that only the greatest players possessed, the ability to make time and space for himself on the ball amid the fracas of a match. From his preferred position slightly advanced of centre midfield, Socrates would pick out passes all over the pitch with exceptional vision. He had a lovely touch on the ball and unflappable composure. When challenged, he would simply glide out of range and pass the ball on. His was an elegant style suited to a more aesthetically pleasing era of the game, based around skill, precision and efficient movement rather than the thundering pace, lung bursting stamina and frantic closing down of space in modern football. For a player like Socrates, his brain was far more important than his body.

Football is not really a political sport in this day and age, but in previous decades, football clubs would tend to be affiliated with various political movements. Corinthians of Sao Paulo were founded by immigrant labourers and associated with the working class and Brazil’s left wing political movement. Socrates, something of a vocal activist himself, did not take the affiliation lightly. He saw the popularity of football as a catalyst for political change. Along with team mate Wladimir, Socrates co-founded the “Corinthians Democracy” ideological movement. On one level, this involved an organised player protest against the stultifying “Concentracao” culture then extant in Brazilian football, which dictated every aspect of the players’ lives, from how they conducted themselves in public to what time they had to eat lunch. Perhaps more importantly, the movement involved a protest against Brazil’s military dictatorship. In 1982, Corinthians won the Sao Paulo state championship with the word “Democracia” printed on their shirts, described by Socrates as: “Perhaps the most perfect moment I ever lived.  And I’m sure it was for 95 percent of the others too.” Today, Corinthians Democracy is heralded in Brazil as an important and influential part of the wider popular movement that eventually brought down the dictatorship.

"Vote on the 15th" - Corinthians urge fans to make their voices heard in the upcoming elections

"Vote on the 15th" - Corinthians players urge fans to make their voices heard in the upcoming elections

Brazil in the 1982 World Cup

The defining moment for Socrates on the world stage – and one of the most brilliant passages in the glorious history of Brazilian football – was the 1982 World Cup, held in Spain. Brazil did not manage to win the tournament. In fact, they did not make it to the semi-finals. A rather less talented Italian team went on to pick up the trophy. Brazil of ’82 are nonetheless widely regarded as one of the very best football teams in history and the best international side (along with Hungary in 1954 and Holland in 1974) to never win the World Cup. In some sense, the team’s ultimate failure actually enhances their legend. They went down but remained true to a unifying principle: that football is something more than mere sport. It’s also a form of aesthetic expression. As Socrates himself explains:

“That Brazilian team represented fantasy, idealism, an idyll. Italy represented efficiency, effectiveness. But at least we lost fighting for our ideals. And you can compare that to society today. We have lost touch with humanity, people are driven by results. They used to go to football to see a spectacle. Now, with very few exceptions, they go to watch a war and what matters is who wins. For me beauty comes first, victory is secondary and what really matters is joy!

Then, as is very much the case now, football is largely a defensive game. A team’s first priority is not to score goals, but to prevent the opposition from scoring goals. The same lesson is drummed into young footballers time and time again: the fewer risks you take, the greater the overall chance of victory. Hence, football becomes less of a spectacle of entertainment and more of a 90 minute grind to an inevitable result. Players who can overpower the opposition through superior strength, stamina and speed are emphasised over players in possession of individualistic brilliance. The enthralling but risky dribbles, tricks and feints that separate football from lesser sports and elevate it to the level of exuberant spectacle, are discouraged in favour of brute force. Football is becoming just another athletic competition, rather than – in its finest expression – a thrilling game of imagination and skill.

But Brazil in 1982 saw things rather differently. The philosophy of team coach and football mastermind, Tele Santana became known as “jogo bonito” (beautiful game).  Rather than being forced to adhere strictly to a rigid tactical formation, each player would be given free scope to express himself on the pitch. The emphasis was firmly on free flowing, cavalier attacking football. Collectively, the team would dazzle the opposition with an intricate, pinpoint passing game. Heedless chasing after the ball was actively discouraged. Precision and skill would be the order of the day. Players were strictly forbidden from engaging in reckless challenges and cynical acts of gamesmanship. The players would take confidence in their superior abilities and actively attack the opposition. They would triumph not through caution and rigorous tactical discipline, but by simply playing the pants off everybody they came up against. It was an adventurous, idealised conception of the game, and an enthrilling, mesmerising spectacle to watch. 

Brazil in '82. From left to right (back row): Valdir Peres, Leandro, Oscar, Falcao, Luisinho and Junior (front row): Socrates, Carezzo, Serginho, Zico and Eder.
Brazil in ’82. From left to right (back row): Valdir Peres, Leandro, Oscar, Falcao, Luisinho and Junior (front row): Socrates, Cerezo, Serginho, Zico and Eder.

Brazil had such an unusual and exciting team in 1982 that it’s worth looking at the first eleven in some depth. For all of its prodigious talent and wonderfully imaginative play, there’s no escaping the fact that Brazil were carrying a few fatal flaws. The goalkeeper, Valdir Peres, was average at best. Brazilian football culture has traditionally maligned the keeper, who is seen more as an instrument of divine providence than an actual football player. To your average Brazilian, its superstition rather than ability that governs a keepers success or failure. For this reason, Brazil has rarely had a strong and reliable goalkeeper, with Peres being no exception. The centre backs, Oscar and Luisinho, were both comfortable on the ball, but hardly world class when it came to their defensive capabilities. They tended to engage in more ball juggling than was strictly necessary, and could get caught out by swift counter attacks. And Serginho, the centre forward, did not really fit into the team’s style of play. He could be a very effective striker on his day, but he wasn’t especially skilful for a Brazilian. He was more of a big, battering ram type of player, who tried to unsettle opposition defenders with rough play and dirty tricks. Tele Santana didn’t really approve of this kind of game. In fact, he much preferred Careca as his first choice striker – young, fast, dashing and skilful – with lethal finishing power. But Careca suffered an injury on the eve of the tournament and had to pull out of the squad.

As always, Brazil had exceptional fullbacks: Junior and Leandro. Junior, in particular, was a super talented offensive weapon who deserves better recognition than he gets these days. Eder, the left wing forward, was unusual for a flanking player in that he was not especially fast. But he did have exceptional close control and a powerful physique, which made him a tricky customer for opposition defenders to deal with. He was capable of occasional moments of outrageous brilliance. He was not a prolific scorer in the mode of previous Brazilian wingers such as Garrincha and Jairzinho, but he had an absolute canon of a left footed shot and tended to fire home spectacular long range goals at opportune moments.

Brazil’s real brilliance was in the midfield quartet – probably the greatest midfield of any team in history. Most modern teams will assign two or even three midfield players to defensive duties. In Brazil of ’82, all four midfielders were orientated towards attack. Toninho Cerezo was the most energetic and combative, and would handle more of the running and ball winning. Falcao was the masterful midfield general with his unerring positional sense and magnificent passing range. He could hang back and function as the “quarterback” – dictating the play from deep on the pitch – or boldly stride forward and join in the attack.

Zinedine who? Zico, the best Brazilian player never to win a World Cup

Zinedine who? Zico, the best Brazilian player never to win a World Cup

Then there was Zico, probably the star of the team, considered the best Brazilian player since Pele. Zico functioned in the traditional Brazilian role of the “Ponta de lanca” (spearhead) – a cross between an attacking midfielder and a centre forward. He would often fulfill both of these roles during the course of a match. He would drop back to instigate the attacking play, but also get ahead to lead the line, and represented his team’s chief goal threat. Zico was exceptional in every area of his game. Lightning quick, a superb dribbler, a quick thinking and accurate passer and absolutely deadly in front of goal. Standing at just 5’7″, Zico represented something of a pocket dynamo. 

And of course there was Socrates, Brazil’s captain and spiritual leader. The intellectual, eloquently spoken midfield creative force, who appeared to sum up the team’s emphasis on imagination, aesthetics and intelligence over brute, functional athleticism. Socrates loped around the midfield with cool, collected purpose, caressing the ball with his feet. He always seemed capable of fashioning opportunities. His trademark became his cheeky back-heeled passes. Pele remarked that Socrates played better backwards than most players did forwards.

In the actual tournament, Brazil did not so much beat opposition teams as awe them into submission. Nobody seemed to have an answer for their fluidly improvised play, in which players would freely turn up unlooked for in attacking positions to dish out beautiful punishment. The quality of the passing play, in which each player appeared to have an instinctive understanding of the perfect position to run into or play the ball, was mesmerising, at a level never before seen. It was like watching football supermen from another planet skip, dance and dribble their way through and around their lumbering, earthbound counterparts.

In their first game, Brazil came back from a goal down to beat a tough, highly fancied Soviet Union side. Socrates scored the equalising goal, one of the tournament’s best, beating a defender and then evading another before lashing home from long range. The results kept coming, each more impressive than the last. 4 – 1 against Scotland. 4 – 0 against New Zealand. Brazil qualified from the first round at the top their group, with three victories.

In 1982, the group stage qualifying teams were placed in a second stage group of 3 teams a piece, with the winners of each group going through to the semi-finals. Brazil were up against the winners of the 1978 World Cup, Argentina, featuring a highly lauded young player by the name of Maradona, who would go on to become perhaps the greatest footballer in history. Brazil ripped the world champions apart in a dazzling display of football acumen. The 3 – 1 score line flattered the defending champions. Brazil were simply on another level. By now it was virtually written in stone that they would go on to win the World Cup.

Brazil went into the deciding group match with Italy, requiring only a draw to qualify for the semi-finals. Common wisdom would have it that any team in this position would play it safe, put men behind the ball and secure the road to the final stages with a combination of caution and resilience. But this Brazil side were not like any other team. They threw caution to the wind and carried on with the very same style of swashbuckling, balls out attacking football they had employed throughout the rest of the tournament. They would win the game in grand style or not at all.

Italy did not look like having much of a chance against Brazil. Although they had very good players, Italy had limped through the first group stage with three straight draws. They had narrowly beaten Argentina in the second group stage. They had only managed to score 4 goals (with 3 conceded) in 4 games, with Brazil having scored an incredible 13 (with 3 conceded) in the same number of matches. Italy’s main striker, Paolo Rossi, had just returned from a two year ban for being involved in a betting scandal, and had not looked like scoring for the entire tournament up until that point.

In truth, however, Brazil underestimated the tactical and defensive resiliency of the Italians, who were slowly beginning to build a momentum. They did not have the impudent individual brilliance of Brazil, but they had several world class players and were very capable. They could soak up pressure and then counter attack swiftly and effectively. Disaster struck in the fifth minute of the game, when Paolo Rossi capitalised on a moment of confusion in the Brazilian defence to score from outside the area. Rossi was not the most technically skilled striker around – he wasn’t even particularly fast or strong – but he was a super savvy operator and lived to prey on the sort of defensive errors a team like Brazil were prone to commit.

Just seven minutes later, however, a lovely ball forward from Zico freed up Socrates to close in on Dino Zoff, the Italian keeper, and score the equaliser. Brazil began to get back into their traditional attacking rhythm, dominating the match.

But in the 25th minute, Italy suddenly managed to put a cross into the penalty box. Keeper Valdir Peres was always weak at dealing with high balls. He flapped uselessly as Rossi stooped in and headed home his second goal. Italy were once again in the lead.

At the half time break Brazil went into the dressing room with their nerves frazzled. Italy were proving to be a much tougher obstacle than initially expected. Coming out in the second half, Brazil spent the next 23 minutes fruitlessly searching for an equaliser. But Italy were soaking up everything Brazil could throw at them. Suddenly, a breakthrough. Falcao launched a cannonball of a shot past Dino Zoff and into the back of the net. Brazil were level again. Now Italy were on the back foot.

At this point, the match was there for Brazil to take home. Again, they only needed the draw to top the group and go through to the semi-finals. Most coaches would take the opportunity to substitute an attacking player for a more defensive one at this point, instructing his team to camp out in their own half for the rest of the match. This just wasn’t the way Tele Santana wanted to play the game, however. No substitutions were made, and Brazil continued to pour forward in waves, attempting to win the match. But they were also getting tired, and the fatigue made them increasingly careless. With 25 minutes remaining, Paolo Rossi got on the end of another counter attack to complete his hat trick. It was the last goal of the match. Brazil had been bested by Italy three goals to two in what was one of the greatest World Cup matches in history.

It was a crushing blow for Brazil. They had played some of the most scintillatingly brilliant football the world had ever seen, winning the affections of football fans across the globe, only to crash out. The result sent shockwaves through the sport. Such was Brazil’s creative brilliance, people felt they were somehow ordained to win the World Cup by divine right. The rest of the World Cup, deprived of its greatest entertainers, was an anti-climax. Italy went on to win the tournament, having already triumphed over their most formidable opponents.

Brazilian football would never be quite the same again. Although Brazil continues to produce excellent footballers in greater numbers than any other nation, much of the magic has gone. These days Brazil play pretty much like everybody else – using defensive tactics and superior athleticism to edge out their opponents. Brazil of ’82 were the last team to value skill, flair and imagination over everything else, including even victory. Brazil would go on to win the World Cup on two further occasions, in 1994 and 2002, but they lacked the fantasy of the great Brazilian teams of old. Most Brazilians prefer the magical losers of ’82 to the more prosaic winners of ’94 and ‘o2. It was a team that best represented the Brazilian attitude of life as playful, creative expression, rather than as a laboured ordeal for success.

This YouTube compilation gives a good indication of some of the things Brazil in ’82 could do, including Socrates’ brace of goals.
Clash of the Titans: Brazil vs Italy in the 1982 World Cup

Clash of the Titans: Brazil vs Italy in the 1982 World Cup

 

Brazil vowed to come back and win the World Cup in 1986, but by that time, the magic had already gone. Many of the same players returned, along with coach Tele Santana, but age and malaise had set in. Brazil performed to a decent standard, but it was nothing like the superlative displays of just four years earlier. Socrates, with his love for beer and cigarettes, was really starting to slow down by this point, but nonetheless emerged as perhaps the team’s best overall player. His clever promptings from midfield were at the heart of everything good that Brazil did. But it wasn’t enough. Brazil were eliminated in the quarter-finals at the hands of a talented French side, featuring the great Michel Platini. It would be the last international match Socrates would play. He had won 60 caps, scored 22 goals and notched up countless assists for Brazil – an exceptional international record.

Prior to the ’86 World Cup, Socrates had finally left his beloved Corinthians to seek out the fame and riches then on offer for South American players in Italy’s Serie A – probably the best domestic football league in the world at that time. Socrates never really settled in at his new club, Fiorentina, however. In the ultra professional standards of Italian football, with its strict dietary and training regimes, there wasn’t really a place for laid back character like Socrates, with his pack-a-day smoking habit and enthusiastic consumption of cold beer. He enjoyed a reasonable enough stint at Fiorentina, but returned to Brazil after just the one season, pottering around for a series of clubs before finally hanging it up in 1989.

There’s a fairly easy career plan for retired footballers these days. Some of them will go into football management, exchanging running around for shouting a lot and smashing teacups, most without much success. Others will make a comfortable living providing inane “insights” as a pundit on Sky Sports. The rest can whore themselves out shilling for sunglasses and sneakers or appearing on reality TV. Maybe have some newspaper hack ghostwrite a tedious “autobiography” for them. None of those things were for Socrates. Instead, he went back to university and obtained a doctorate in philosophy. Can anybody imagine somebody like Wayne Rooney doing the same thing? The guy still thinks books come with a set of crayons. But like his classical Greek namesake, Socrates became a philosopher himself. His opinions on all manner of subjects – not only football – are widely sought after these days in Brazil. The guy just always has something interesting to say.
Beer belly and grey beard - Socrates turns out for Garforth Town

Beer belly and grey beard - Socrates turns out for Garforth Town

There was, however, one final brief chapter in Socrates’ football career. At the ripe old age of 50, Socrates was tempted out of retirement to appear for Garforth Town – a club of some 3,000 fans currently plying their trade in the nether regions of the Northern Counties East Football league. Quite how a world famous Brazilian football superstar ended up appearing in the eighth tier of English football for a former coal-pit village side has yet to be adequately explained, but there was Socrates, huffing and puffing over his beer belly and freezing his bollocks off in the Yorkshire winter to the delight of the fans. Socrates only did make the one appearance, citing his “smoking of too many cigarettes” as the reason for not carrying on, but the Garforth Town fans recall him with great affection to this day. 

These days Socrates can be found mooching around his favourite bars and haunts in his hometown of Ribeirao Preto, where he carries on a sports medicine practise. He’s said to be a down to earth guy who will readily engage anybody and everybody in conversation. He rejects the ambassadorial role currently played at by former footballers in Brazil such as Pele, describing it as involving “commercialism and all that rubbish”.

These days football is as popular a sport as its ever been – largely due to clever marketing – although something of the magic that the game once had has long since disappeared. There’s still a few throwbacks to the golden era – a team like Barcelona who play clever attacking football, or a player like Juan Roman Riquelme who is more of an artist than an athlete, or Lionel Messi, who recalls the jet heeled dribbling feats of Maradona – but by and large its become a dull affair, awash with cash and commercial opportunities, but not much in the way of genuine entertainment. They just don’t make football characters like Socrates any more. A guy even an avowed non athlete such as myself can look up to.
Socrates as he is today

Relaxing in Brazil: Socrates today

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19 Responses to In Appreciation of… Socrates

  1. Rik says:

    Great article Rob. Nice too see you return to football as well :)

  2. Rik says:

    By the way mate, just a quick question I thought I’d ask.

    In your article, you refer to the pragmatism modern managers have turned to. I feel prime validation of such a notion regards Dunga’s Brazil side; the most pragmatic – bar Eriksson’s England – national side I have seen in near-enough two decades for which I have existed. The most poignant aspect of Dunga’s system is the counter-attacking football he employs, and the little possession ethos he tends to implicate into his setup. One only had to watch Brazil in the Confederations Cup, to notice – even with the likes of Kaka and Robinho – the Brazilian’s patent inability to retain the ball once in an attacking phase of play, within the opposition half – the majority of Brazil’s success was the product of rapid counter-attacking football, providing a mere microcosm of the progression in football ethos, in global terms, since the great Brazil side of ’82 you mention.

    My question is, do you think this time-progression of tactical philosophy – in which, within a typical scenario, Manchester United would rather purchase Ji-Sung Park as opposed Juan Roman Riquelme, who despite arguably being the world’s best attacking midfielder, has been dismissed from the Argentina side by Maradona and fails to get a game in Europe – is necessitated in order for sides to accomplish sustained success, or do you feel it is simply a change variation, which ultimately, could develop into the malignant tumour of the beautiful game?

  3. Rik says:

    Btw, that should say ‘chance variation’ in my question at the bottom of my second post, as opposed to ‘change variation’. Bascially just wondering if you feel it is necessary for sides to play with more prudence and rely more heavily on potency to win games and achieve sustained success, or do you feel that the turn away from a side employing an interchangeable, fluid, short passing game in which individuals are allowed to thrive, is simply a chance progression, which is not necessitated to attain success and will only work to the detriment of the modern game? Hope I’ve made it a bit clearer :)

  4. robertod says:

    Well the thing is, it’s just easier to create a successful team if you drill them to defend well and take a safety first approach. It’s a more difficult prospect to build a team that plays adventurous football but also gets results. For one thing, you need really good players.

    If you have a team of eleven Phil Nevilles, it doesn’t really matter what you do as a coach, you will never get them to play like Brazil in ’82. But you could turn them into an effective team by drilling them with a philosophy of hard work and tactical discipline. As a coach, the best way you can have an influence on a team is to coach defensive tactics into them. You can’t really coach inspiration. The players either have it or they don’t.

    Football has become a very results orientated game. It’s not just endemic to football, but to the world in general. People demand instant results, instant success. A coach who doesn’t deliver after a couple of games is dismissed. So any coach coming into a job, his first priority is to get his team to defend, so they don’t make any careless errors that might cost him his job. Especially when you consider tournament football, such as the Champions League and the World Cup. One mistake could be enough to get you knocked out. So you take fewer risks. Which means eliminating the adventure out of the game.

    This filters through to all levels of the game now, from the grass roots upwards. Players at youth level are drilled into the win at all costs mentality. It’s all about compete, compete, compete. Win the ball and get rid of it again as quickly as possible. So young players don’t really come up in an environment that allows them to express themselves on the ball. They are discouraged from that. They’re not to experiment, try different things out. They’re just supposed to follow instructions.

    That’s how the game is now, and I don’t really see it changing. There are so many commercial interests involved in football now, and there’s so much money at stake, that much of the joy has gone out of the game. You don’t play for enjoyment, you play to get the result.

    There are exceptions of course. A team like Barcelona, who have found that balance between efficiency and aesthetics. But they’re a one off. There’s a special culture at that club, where they follow certain traditions and carry on from where Cruijff left off. That whole thing about trusting your players to be good enough to keep possession. Most clubs don’t really have that kind of structure in place. It’s not something you can just build up over the space of a few months or a season. It’s in the DNA of the club.

    Not that back in the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s every team was playing stylish, attractive football. There were plenty of teams that played dour, primitive football. But there was more of a contrast of styles. There were more great individual players around.

    The game is becoming more uniform now. The Brazilian national team plays much the same way as a European team these days. You might as well be watching Norway, only with a much higher calibre of player. Back in ’82, most of the Brazilian players were still playing in their own domestic league, in a very different sort of environment to what was going on in European football. They developed a very different approach to the game. But now, all the players with potential end up going to Europe. They don’t develop that collective style of play that they did when they were all together in their own country. And then what happened after the 1982 World Cup is that Brazilian football became much more cynical. It was all about defence, tactical fouls and using big, hulking midfield destroyers. Brazilian football completely changed its entire guiding philosophy.

    So the football landscape is very different now, and it’s difficult to imagine another team like Brazil ’82 really developing out of this sort of landscape. The kind of philosophy that was behind that team is just completely alien to the modern game.

  5. אליהו אורן says:

    All very truth and moving. Thanks for reminding all of us!

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  7. Adam S. says:

    Superb stuff Rob, great read.

  8. Linda says:

    I loved your piece and especially loved your exploration of the competing approaches to life as expressed through soccer. I share the concern of several who have written that the antiseptic efficiency that permeates modern soccer will ultimately be its “malignant tumor.”
    I am a woman living in the southwest of the United States. In 1986, I worked at a school with many children of immigrants from Latin America. The kids were thrilled about the World Cup, so I decided to watch a game and see what the fuss was about. I watched the opening game, and the only fact that I learned about soccer was that I was never going to waste 90 min. of my life again. Uggh! It was dull. I decided that it must be one of those games that you had to play to appreciate, because watching it was right up there with televised golf for entertainment value. The next day, I was flipping through channels when I happened upon a man working a soccer ball. He was a tall, handsome man, which was why I had originally paused on the channel, but what he and his teammates did with the ball is what held me spellbound for the remaining hour. It was so creative, it was more like dance or art than sport. The man was Socrates, of course, and I have been a fan of the sport and of Brazil ever since.
    Marketing aside, over time, consistently watching games that are arduous, protracted, robotic struggles will cause the attention of soccer fans to drift from the sport, as mine did in the defensive game that opened World Cup 1986. It is for the moments of brilliance that we watch the sport. As those moments become rarer, so will many of its fans. Jazzy Nike commercials all look the same after a while and are not a reason to watch soccer games.
    Returning to the idea of approaches to soccer reflecting how one approaches life, it will be a sad day if that “playful, creative expression” completely disappears. After all, for “the mass of men,” who, “live lives of quiet desperation (Thoreau),” life already has protected moments of arduous struggle. We need “playful creativity” even more than we need to “win.” This is not to demonize the participants in this progression; it is the natural result of the infusion of money, but how pessimistic and ultimately destructive it is to value breaking apart another team’s game over building your own. Anyway, when all is said and done, I owe my love of “jogo bonito” to Socrates, and I thoroughly enjoyed the bio you wrote.

  9. Chente says:

    Very nicely done. With Brazian team just losing to the Dutch in World Cup 2010, your comments were prophetic.

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    RIP Socrates

  16. Plato says:

    RIP Socrates. Why did you have to drink so much?

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