Real nikka post so it goes in OFT:
Brazil's failure was truly a colossal one. I think all the aggrandizing and rhetoric isn't grand enough. This was a
colossal. Not for Brazil as a country or anything like that, but as a footballing nation.
They comitted to this. Hard. And they did it years ago. Neymar's career, staying in Santos much longer than any young phenom-to-be would have in the past, was all about this world cup. It was all about a reaction to the failure of 2006, and even worse, the unpretty failure of 2010. It was Brazil taking their game back. No not dominating the world or some shyt, but reclaiming their identity. Being
Brazil again. Retreating within themselves and holding onto that belief that if they just believed, and played free, and did their best to be as Brazilian as possible. Everything would work. Even if they lost, it would only be to atypical European cynicism and other cacities they didn't co-sign.
This investment into the Brasileirão, this major push they've made to bring all their stars back home. It was all based in this thought that going the world over was hurting them. That their way was a righteous one, and borderline indomitable.
But now they stand on the Bolivian end of a 7-1 transaction...and it wasn't cynical. It wasn't the result of some dastardly technical innovation the undermined the games beauty.
They got swagged on.
Swagged on.
SWAGGED. By fukking GERMANS.
They got that fukking KRAFTWERK.
This wasn't a game between amateurs and professionals.
This was a game between professionals and professionals who thought this was a movie.
Look at them. All those swashbuckling runs. Shruggling off tackles. Tekkering themselves into dangerous position. They did it all game. They got the ball and they tried really fukking hard to be as Brazilian as they good. If there was a dictionary definition for Brazilian soccer, they followed it to the letter. This Brazilian team played like we all played with Brazil the first time we played FIFA.
These are the children of Romario, Ronaldo, Rivaldo, Roberto Carlos. They believed in the myth, and tried to actualize it.
I'm rambling.