“In the meantime, the DFL and the clubs are even losing the support of their most loyal supporters.”
derwesten.deMarch 20, 2020
“Then you will have to forget about international professional football.”
Marcel Reif in Sport 1– »Doppelpass«, March 22, 2020
On October 3, 1923, Franz Kafka wrote in a letter to his sister Ottla, not entirely unknown in so-called soccer culture circles: “Maybe soccer will stop now.”
Almost a hundred years later, football has ceased to exist indefinitely, jagged and washed! It just doesn’t exist anymore, it is gone, gone, gone, and do not deceive the auspices, there are some indications that the current complete standstill, that the recently unimaginable total attitude of the pranks and the running and the roaring and raping, that the approaching drying up of any annoying babble on a septic channel like Sport 1 and in a tight stub like Sports picture one, to talk to Ernst Bloch, could be “foreshadowing” to a world without football, a world completely without football, and the so-called football culture, which has only been debated since football has stripped all traits of culture, would be in folded up with a wash.
What a refreshing view. It would be a blessing of messianic proportions.
“Stop, please,” pleaded Christian Spiller two weeks ago Time online, and there was still talk of continuing to carry on the whole planetary nonsense of professional football, driven by capital utilization, in the form of ridiculous silly ghost games. The grunt-stupid, fetishistically-adored millions or trillions, who are whipping up any thoroughly dispensable, highly ideological TV booths, would flow unrestrained in order to use this grotesque irrationalism called professional football to free the already demolished head of the garbage people who were consequently broken down to soul-wrecked and unused to flood.
Maybe like that FAZ speculates, in view of the crumbling of the racket of club funds and deeply unfortunate sports channels like Sky and Daznwho now – oh, it’s too beautiful – can no longer pester pictures and no riotous o-tones into the plagued ether, the soon to be awarded federal law scrap package will be pounded by the still triumphant monopolist Amazon. The money, it may suffocate itself, and maybe afterwards you will report again on dignified sports, on gymnastics gymnastics, senior forest run and boules. What kind of sports journalism would that rediscover beauty, dignity and human scale?
“Just stop,” pleaded Christian Spiller. Yes. But please stop right – and not because eight or how many Bundesliga and national players do without a few mice and a Mister Messi and a Monsieur Ronaldo like each other on Twitter in their free gestures, like spillers like a toddler hoping that everything would be fine in the future , everything please, please be well; not immediately Spiller »hope that not everything is lost in fully commercialized sport. That he could possibly emerge from the crisis with more solidarity and humility. That he will feel a little less comfortable with future excesses. «
No, no and again: no. There is nothing to be saved in the propagation, crowding-out and neglecting business of football, unless it all ends. Oddly enough, Joachim Löw of all times, who for years did not utter a word about his partner Bierhoff’s manager bullshitting, apparently understood instinctively. The national coach spoke and his concern and “intense social criticism” were taken away (sid) in fact, at a press conference, that the earth was struggling and defending itself against the completely insane, robbing and slaughtering homo sapiens of the capitalocene, against those “people who always think that they can do everything and know everything”, and in whose affective cerebrum has exactly three terms, namely “greed for power, profit and records”. “The pace,” said Löw, “was no longer topped,” and now “nothing is as it was before”.
Means: end, end, end of work. Forever. With the cursed soccer ball and with everything he stands for, also according to his profoundly ridiculous, perverse, narcissistic self-image. Layer. In the shaft.
Imagine it: no more public forum and no field of activity for a disgusting, ego and megalomaniacal via Facebook and in inferior documents »curious« (Southgerman newspaper) rioting, their special “innovative” and “visionary” and “holistic” performance and lies culture, neoliberal bubble blower named Jürgen Klinsmann, for a sneaky Schwabesackel, the player unashamedly appraises for their “added value” and, if their value is too low, without further ado disposed of; for like him Nürnberger Nachrichten called “son of honor” Dietmar H. from H., the fans who don’t cheer him on and his dirty wealth, spied on them and would prefer to throw them in jail immediately, and who, using the “favor” of the hour, “as possible Savior of Mankind «. Because remains true as long as this Football lives on what the middle-class writer Honoré de Balzac said: “There is a crime behind every large fortune.”
Imagine it: after the “meltdown of German football” (Mirror), after Heidegger’s “Niece of Nothing”, we will no longer be bothered by an incarnated, four billion euro business administration textbook like DFL writer Christian Seifert (“Football must stop justifying itself for its success”). No immeasurable Karl-Heinz Rummenigge will be crouching in the scenes with a three-day beard and telling: “At the end of the day, it’s all about finance.” No Asi Aki Fatzke will be in Sports show-Special broadcasts to the, really, »sports journalist of the year« Jessy Wellmer can give the best: »We are competitors. (…) I’m not ready either… At the end of the day, the clubs that have put a bit of cushion in the past few years, and in principle the clubs that have not done so, cannot reward them. ”And no miraculously named Cologne sports director, no man to be called Heldt, will become more after a Bavarian prime minister has moderately recommended that the millionaires may put a handful of pennies in the sacrificial stick and vomit in the microphones, »it would be absolutely sensible that one hold back with populist shit terms first «.
The not entirely unknown phrase comes from Gramsci: “The old world is dying, the new is not yet born: it is the time of the monsters.” Let us ignore the absolutely senseless football monsters until they have reached where they belong : in oblivion.