And so the build up to the Euro 2008 qualifying match between France and Italy in September continues.
Italian weekly magazine TV Sorrisi e Canzoni claims to know what was really said by Marco Materazzi to Zinadine Zidane on the pitch on that annoying day.
According to the magazine Materazzi describes the infamous and pointless verbal tug of war thusly:
“I had his shirt for only a few seconds, he turned to me and spoke to me in a manic fashion, looked at me arrogantly from top to bottom and said: “If you want my shirt you can have it after the match.”
“I (Materazzi) responded with an insult, that is true.”
What was the insult exactly? That Materrazzi preferred Zidane’s “whore of a sister.” Other sources claim it was the more poignant “slut of a sister.” Tomato, tomahto.
Then, “Wham!” Insert “Wake me up before you go, go” here.
For everyone’s sake, I hope she really isn’t a concubine.
I feel let down. I was kinda hoping that there would have been more meat to this. Something along the lines of “you’re mother is a promiscuous terrorist who slept her way to the top. And she wears construction boots.”
At least that would have sorta explained his meltdown.
The Matrix, as Materazzi is known, has stressed that he never gave the magazine an interview and that they pulled the quote from his autobiography slated to come out in early September.
Needles to say, all the pride and prejudices are questionably filling many soccer threads that litter the Internet. As far as I can tell and according to Zizou fans, Zidane is the ancient-folk hero and misunderstood artist and poet-scholar who, in a moment of frail and flawed humanity, succumbed to that trickster Til Eulenspiegel.
Other simply let their selective perception get the better of them – Which, of course, is usually unsubstantiated and rather unfortunate.
Zidane cracked. Cracked like that rotund sloth Humpty Dumpty. End of story.
Let us all now close this sad chapter in World Cup soccer.
However, not before I offer my middling and petty two cents. The way I interpret life is pretty straightforward: either you believe in accountability and responsibility or you don’t.
But that’s me. I know that if I head-butted someone like that my father would have butted my head against the wall until I realized I was the butthead.
Too many justifications and pontifications have elegantly been asserted and described to defend Zidane. Take it to Vienna folks. Zidane exited the world’s biggest sporting stage as a cop out.
What Materazzi said was uncouth indeed. In this light, all the more reason to walk away. Instead, Zidane chose to let his tribal instincts define his actions. Easier said than done? Perhaps. But you have to find it in you to restrain yourself. Can you imagine if such a violent response becomes a common practice to any misperceived verbal insult? Think of it.
If he wanted to defend the honour of his sister (and gee I really do hope she isn’t a slut because this would have all been for naught) couldn’t he have at least waited until the end of the game to ram Materrazzi like The Rhino in the walk way? That would have been so much cooler.
All I know, and I know precious little, is this feud has (the now defunct) Celebrity Boxing written all over it.
Maybe they can throw Lohan and Hilton – drenched in delicious tupelo honey – into the mix?
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