And I’m coming at this from a coaching perspective. The idea of analysing football from an objective and rational viewpoint is one that I have been desperate to explore. If we can then allow ourselves to move forward with the idea that football is not to be interpreted subjectively then the question quickly becomes, how can we understand the game objectively? Sure, art exists within the objective framework of the game, but the governing and overarching objective of scoring goals to win the game means, that unlike writers, painters or musicians, everyone is trying to achieve the same outcome. Brian Eno, with his own typically minimal brand of clarity, succinctly describes Art as ‘anything that you don’t have to do’.Īs I have mentioned before, I don’t consider football to be an art. Now, I’d be inclined to presume that Mrs Edwards would agree that within her domain of expertise there certainly does exist room for interpretation. “It isn’t like anything,” she interrupted as I clumsily attempted to contextualise the motivations of whichever Shakespearean character we happened to be analysing by utilising an apparently inappropriate use of the word. I can still vividly recall my secondary school English teacher, Mrs Edwards – who appearance was always as immaculate as it was elegant – demonstrating this to me during one of her classes. It’s a pretty simple idea – or at least it should be. To make sense of things to apply logic and reason to whatever conundrum may present itself. The justification that I prescribe to myself in order to rationalise this condition is itself revelatory. I charitably, if somewhat optimistically, indulge to label these weaknesses as ‘idiosyncrasies’. Indeed, it barely registers stock on an index of myriad other – and dare I say immeasurably more damaging – flaws whose share prices constantly jostle for position as a reminder to me daily of the fragility and value of my own self-worth. I am aware of this I am, however, also aware that in a broader context, this penchant for convolution is by no means the most debilitating or toxic of afflictions. To grasp at the straws of linear causality in a desperate attempt to clarify the opaque correlations that I have become so hell-bent on establishing. To look for meaning when perhaps none is there. At times – I think that it’d be fair to say – I harbour a tendency to overthink things.
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