September 24th, 2001

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Ronaldo

Ronaldo

I read in the paper that Ronaldo is back in the Brazilian squad. How absurd is that? A player who hasn't played for 22 months, plays 27 minutes in a match that has been decided anyway, apart from that has virtually no significance and now he is ready to play again for the country that traditionally is the best in the world.

This is an insult to other stars in Brazil. True, the Brazilian team hasn't been playing up to scratch lately, but how desperate can you get. If you're from Bolivia, Slovenia, Algeria or Scotland you know the situation. The star player is in the squad all the time, even after his left leg was amputated, he still plays, he never used that leg anyway. But Brazil has got plenty of choice, there are about a zillion boys on the beach in Rio who are dying to wear the beautiful yellow shirt just once in their lifetime. There are hundreds of professional players who are still dreaming. And now there is one player, who has played 27 minutes in this millennium and he gets in the squad!

Ronaldo isn't the cure for Brazilian football. He is not at the same level as Rivaldo. He might be as good as Romario was, but he is not the star he was made into by Nike. He will never reach the level of Garrincha, Pele, Socrates, Zico or other great players that have worn the canary shirt. He has pace, knows how to score a goal. That's it. I hope Brazil will make the world cup, I don't doubt they will, but selecting Ronaldo to me is a big sign of panic. Were I to live in Montevideo or Bogota, it would give me confidence. Australia watch out, Brazil might be coming your way to qualify!
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Anthony Burgess - A clockwork orange (01-082)

Anthony Burgess - A clockwork orange (01-082)

Apparently this is a cult classic. The movie was controversial. I have heard this one mentioned as 'the best book of all times' by more than one person. If you read well, my scepticism is visible in those first few sentences. As a book addict it still took me nearly two weeks of train journeys back and forth to work to finish the 149 pages. Pathetically slow. I fell asleep a few times while reading it. I don't see the fuzz at all.

Soon enough the choice of words of Alex, the main character, starts getting very annoying and the story isn't that impressive at that moment either. The first part where he and his mates (droogs) are little criminals and beat up (filly about) innocent people (vecks) nowadays can't bring any shock to anybody anymore.

The second part, with Alex (your humble narrator) in jail is plain boring, it isn't until the third part where things are becoming interesting. The newly introduced Ludovic's technique is tested on him, basically a human variation on Pavlov's dogs. Finally in the last part the book starts making any sense. It becomes a bit critical of the world and its people, it shows how small people really are. If it wasn't for the encore, this book would have been a major disappointment to me.

Perhaps I am wrong, perhaps I should read this as if it still is 1962, the year this book came out. Maybe in 35 years time somebody will review Trainspotting the way I have reviewed 'A clockwork orange'. Maybe not. Perhaps I should see the movie. Maybe I won't bother anymore.
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