When Myles Lewis-Skelly found both calm and a storm in meditation, a rabbit hole opened in the archives of football. Those places can be surprising – a series of lost treasures, forgotten stories and a memory of how much remains the same over the centuries, up to whining.
I dug such an item, dating from January 1975 and an earlier notfuffle on the subject of goal celebrations. The chaps of Augustus from the Football League were not a happy couple. Not a bit.
Half a century later, the front in their eyebrows are still kept in an old Guardian report. The guideline was clear: “Kissing and hugging should be stopped and players who continue to act in this way should be charged with discrediting the game.”
Stern stuff. But there was a problem – the kissers and hugs would simply not stop, so it was due to FIFA to even get a crosser in 1981. Their message was shown in a bulletin for the national associations: 'exuberant eruptions of different players who immediately Springing jumping on top of each other have to kiss and hug, must be banned from the football field. '
And let that be the end, they hoped. Unfortunately, FIFA is no further than the blazers in this country, and if there is a point to be made here, it will change those times, but the dedication of football to crazy arguments will never do that. Because as sure as kisses follow hugs, the herds of the game will always be shocked by the cracking of small twigs.
That is how we find ourselves at Lewis-Skelly and the Sagely Advies that he has received in per hour of shipments since the celebration of Erling Haaland became on his owner last Saturday. The Lotus Pose has never generated such fears before.
We could choose to send this debate in all kinds of directions, to Gary Neville, Sam Allardyce, Alan Mcinally, Graeme Souness or Jamie Carragher. They have all had a say from the experience of an elite dressing room and know how these details can play in the weeds.
But I mainly think of a specific warning. The speaker was Tony Scholes, the main football officer of the Premier League, who was asked for his thoughts about this strange company.
“Some parties were very funny, entertaining, but there is a line,” he told Sky Sports this week. “As soon as it turns into spot or criticism, we should deal with it.”
And so we sigh the sigh of the damned.
It is the sigh of those who have seen officers of the laws of football at work. Witness how they used their lines to kill the moments after a goal as a result of VAR and now have an eye on elements that are still breathing.
Celebration police, they are labeled, and it is a fair -tag in this era of regulated pleasure. Of sterilized pleasure. To have fun, but only as long as it keeps to the limits of our Petri dish.
And that has of course been a riot of laughter.
Studying the laws of football is to see no fewer than 36 routes for a yellow card. If I can best understand those commandments, the two in the nearest proximity of 'spot and criticism', if that wants to become the line, it would not be to 'respect the game' and 'gestures or act in a provocative, brave Or inflammatory way '.
The latter is the well -meaning principle that went to an absurd place last month, when Iverton's Iliman Ndiaye was booked for fluttering like a seagull after scoring against Brighton. He clearly had too much fun and saw no edge of the Petri dish until he fell off.
But isn't that a sad sign of where we are building? Should respect for the game not be, among other things, respecting it obvious? That is, this construct, this ever -growing beast of such a seriousness, is still a game.
Continue with the path to strip the human element of football, his pleasure, at least does not do anyone who finds the attraction pieces rather entertaining.
I loved what Lewis-Skell did. I loved the carefree dehosons. I loved the ego, the self-confidence, the character of the character that an 18-year-old needs to act on a resentment he held against a giant like Haaland. Just as I thought it was great when Haaland declined his presence in September by asking a question: “Who the F *** are you?” -On the starting point in this mini drama.
Because what is competitive sport, if not an ecosystem and a food chain and the constant effort to exchange your place for the other man? Respect and submission should not come into being, but must collide of wills and emotions.
That seems to go against the conditions that a few old boys want to impose young talents. Those ideas that say that you have to strive for impossible stands as long as it is done within the limits of your job.
But the best teenagers, so the will of Jude Bellingham or Wayne Rooney to name two, flourished on trust and let the wild walk. Do you know their place? They knew perfectly.
Lewis-Skelly is not in their talent bracket, nor his ego, but he looks special, and a part of it comes from his internal sense that he belongs. It is his refusal to be pushed around and if he wants to have some fun at the expense of a big striker, he will do that.
That is never a yellow card violation; It is an extra foot high. It is also not apocalypse, a symbol of moral relegation or a reason to design another addendum for the holy book of football laws. It's just a great part of the game.
We all have to kiss and hug Wetman that finally grasp such a shameful way of thinking.
Survey shows that Chelsea -fan dissatisfied
Chelsea supporters' confidence carried out a survey in which 68 percent of the fans said they thought their club did not do enough to tackle tickettouts.
The spark for such questions was the uncomfortable discovery that the co-owner of Chelsea, Todd Boehly, is a director in an American ticket-resal company, Vivid Seats, which is on a Premier League list of 'unauthorized ticketing websites'.
From going through the site on Saturday morning, overseas visitors could buy tickets for no less than 17 Chelsea matches between now and the end of the club World Cup.
The cheapest for next week's match against Brighton was £ 257 and the most expensive is £ 870, because this is the RIP-off business and one that raises questions about Boehly's conflicts.
It is a dirty look for him and fair play for those who put a light on it. Regarding the other 32 percent in the Trust Survey, we can only assume that they have never used Fulham Broadway station on a matchday.
Golf merger finally on the horizon
A merger of Golf's Kibling Cartels finally seems to be close after the White House has become involved this week.
The assumption within the game is that the Ministry of Justice had to be persuaded to reduce their weapons on long-term concerns that a collaboration between the PGA Tour and the Saudi Arab Public Investment Fund, which Bankroll Liv, would violate the Wetwetten of the US.
If Donald Trump's maneuvers were the only feasible answer, professional wave should really assess how it raised such an absurd series of questions.
The big unknown on this point is whether a reunification of the sport that will regain fans who are bored with the greed parade and the changing of the canal, whereby public figures are sent into a downward play. They can be presidential interventions.
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