@ossobuco,
God yes, and it's really helped improve Anglo Irish relations. When Thierry Henry deliberately handballed a goal to knock Ireland out of the 2010 World Cup. England came out as a nation in support of Ireland because it was so similar to Maradonna's "Hand Of God."
@ossobuco,
I plead ignorance of whether or not I'm an ignoramus. I know that won't make me famous ... even if my name was Amos.
Looking forward to the final soccer match on Sunday. I wonder how many Germans and Argentines players can trace their roots to a Nazi?
@Ragman,
Actually...many people from Argentina have either German or Italian blood. Many German refugees were German....many too afraid to admit to be Jewish Germans.
@Germlat,
I think most of us know this, Germlat, but maybe not all the readers.
@ossobuco,
I doubt most readers know...
@Germlat,
Ah, well. I don't know about the general a2k population from day to day, much variation, but we're not all doppusses.
Doppus was what Sr. Mary Phillipa used to call us, individually.
@Ragman,
Several Germans may. Certainly not Ozil, Boateng or Khedira. Probably not Podolski or Klose (Polish born).
As for Argentinians, none of them have a German (or Slavic or Jewish, which are also relatively common in Argenina) surname. 12 have Spanish surnames; 11 have Italian ones.
This reminds of the joke of the Italo-Argentinian who goes to Naples, starts looking for some relatives in the phone directory and exclaims:
-Ché, all of Buenos Aires lives here!
@fbaezer,
Please don't take my comment seriously. I have dark humor at times. with all the poking about with politics and racism flare-up, I just tossed what I thought was an obvious bomb just for shits and giggles. I'm such a scamp!
@ossobuco,
So many changed names due to fear.
In 1990, Italy, some Italian fans -angry with the elimination of the Azzurri at the hands of Argentina- had a big sign in the stadium: "Argentini, razza di merda" (Argentinians, race of ****).
La Repubblica, Italy's most influential newspaper, had an answer to that. "According to these fans, some the last names of a "race of ****" are: Valdano, Cucciuffo, Maradona, Giusti, Batista, Ruggeri, Passarella, Bocchinni, Borghi, Trebbiani and Pasculli".
@fbaezer,
Yeah...the English have similar issues with America. In the end...all the same people but different path of life.
@ossobuco,
Who is Mary Phillipa? Sorry....not raised religious.
@Germlat,
A nun who used to scold us, call us names, pull the boy's hair, do the ruler thing. A lot of the nuns in my life were german. Some were wonderful women, some bizarrely medieval.
I'm not religious either, but have that background.
Dummkopf may be a more familiar term than doppuss, which I probably never saw actually spelled out.
@ossobuco,
Ouch! Sounds painful...my father used to threaten to send me to Catholic school if I didn't behave well enough....he never did. I can't imagine a more rigid way than the way I was raised though...
@Ragman,
Ragman wrote: I wonder how many Germans and Argentines players can trace their roots to a Nazi?
I think most Germans can trays there roots to a Nazis - if one of their parents lived in Germany between 1933 and 1945: from 1939, young Germans had be compulsory members of the Hitler Youth, the Reichsarbeitsdiens was compulsory from 1935 onwards as were all professional organisations ... even football clubs were a Nazi organisation.
@edgarblythe,
If you check out Pamela Rosa's Holocaust denying thread, you'll find Advocate attacking CI, repeating the same allegations on this thread. On Pamela Rosa's stance on Holocaust denial, Advocate remains silent. I'll let you draw your own conclusions.
@izzythepush,
CI can ably defend himself if he feels he needs to. I've said my say on the topic.
@Walter Hinteler,
My family never talked about "that time"...I knew it was a sensitive issue so I didn't press forward. There were plenty of indicators choices were severely limited.
John Milton travelled in time, saw the Brazil-Germany game, and rhymed his post-match analysis:
[
"We view
The dismal situation waste and wild,
An Estádio Mineirão horrible, on all sides round
As one great furnace flamed, yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible
And Brazilian children crying, David Luiz, too. Risible.
Seven goals, by Germans,
Thomas Muller, Miroslav Klose, two by Toni Kroos,
Sami Khedira, Andre Schurrle twice.
Served only to discover sights of woe,
Our TV director panning round
No sexist female shots could be found,
But crying women and children, Titanical
As rich Allemanges man the lifeboats full.
Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
Even after Oscar scored, no one cared
Save Neuer, screaming
at Mezut Ozil; but torture without end
Still urges, and a fiery deluge of goals, fed
With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed:
The smell of Brazilian soccer stinking
And Hulk? What was Scolari thinking?
Such place eternal justice had prepared
For that ignominious coach, here his prison ordained:
A soccer stadium, his nation's team shamed.
In utter darkness, and their portion set
As far removed from God and light of Heaven
To play at home! To let in seven!
How far, how far, how far, how far,
From Sunday's final at the Maracana.
(As for Ronaldo, Pele, Zico, Socrates.
They join Brazil down on its knees.)
What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; (yes it is, my camarada).
You kicked the Colombians, who kicked you back
A Waterloo. A sunk Armada.
Breaking the back of blonde-tipped Neymar
And your captain got a stupid yeller card,
And you lost the unconquerable will.
The Germans brought to mind Yokohama
The 2002 final, "Ronaldorama!"
And made a study of revenge, efficient hate,
And courage never to submit or yield:
Though truth be told there was not a tackle
That did not go unmade.
After twenty nine minutes it was fully five---
Should you bow and sue for grace
With suppliant knee, and deifie Low's power,
Who urged the terror of this team so late
Gainst scribes in German newspapers
Who doubted his Empire? (That were a Low blow indeed.)
That were an ignominy and shame beneath
This downfall; though football fans
Remembered dives and missed passes
Hulk's inability, Fred's impassive face
Against Croatia. And Jo. Let's not forget Jo.
Oh! Today they picked little Bertrand
Hardly a terrier, though, not exactly Russell.
And Will. I. An. remained on the bench
Until the score ran upwards t'wards a tenth.
Since by Fate the strength of teams
Can be masked by loyal fans and screams
Yet this Empyreal German masterclass did not fail,
And aghast at experience of this great event
We look ahead to tomorrow' game:
The Dutch are not worse, in foresight much advanced,
The Argentines have Messi, though they have no Angel
Upon these dreams our World Cup hopes do dwell.
But which of these, when faced with the Deutsche,
Should neutrals cheer for? What a choice!
We may with more successful hope they resolve
To wage by force or else eternal war
On Lahm's intelligence, Mueller's guile
Put a foot in on Schweinsteiger once in a while.
Give Hoewedes a shove, Boateng a pummel,
Could someone nutmeg big Mats Hummels?
Irreconcilable, though, that Brazilian team
They ran around, their asses reamed
And the grand foe, the Germans, who never lose
(Can Man U please buy Toni Kroos?)
Who now triumphs, and in th' excess of joy
Sole reigning holds the Tyranny of Heav'n.
Though their fans must stay seated, while Brazilians bolt
Their sambas turned to street revolt."
So spake th' Apostate Angel, Ian Darke,
Incredulous, and turned to Macca,
Who vaunting aloud, in Scouse, began:
"The Brazilian players, to a man
I cannot praise a single one."
And racked with deep Liverpudlian despair
Said,
"You came to play the Germans, but you were not there!"
And saying good night to the Horizonte sun,
Darke spake: "That's all from us. Germany 7. Brazil 1."
From The New Republic:
http://www.newrepublic.com/article/118609/if-milton-did-post-match-analysis-germany-brazil
