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the 'Fist' & the 'Pacifist'
Though my soul may set in darkness, it shall rise in perfect light,
I have loved the stars too fondly, to be fearful of the night.
Monday, June 14, 2004
When Time stopped at the edge of meaning

France v. England. What a match! One of the few times in recent sporting history that a big hype match/face off not only lived up, but in fact outdid, the anticipated excitement, adrenalin rush and general frenzy.

The last time a match so dramatically swung around in an Injury time situation was probably the England v. Cameron Tie in the 1990 World Cup.

Last night in the 89th minute, Zidane took the holy mother of all free kicks; it wasn’t just a memorable sporting moment or just a neat dead ball situation.

For Zsu-Zsu and his compatriots - Time literally stopped at the edge of meaning. It was a knifes edge - holding in balance - Val Hala and oblivion, the immortal and the quotidian, destiny and despair.

Mr. Zidane please take a bow.