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fullscreen Can millions of millions buy a gold? Those who care will know tomorrow around 5 pm. Photo: Andreas Hillergren/TT
I don’t care one bit about how it goes in the Allsvenskan final. I am completely uninterested. If Kalmar FF were to meet the hate team AIK or the gollisar Mjällby at Varning för ras-arena in Hällevik, yes. 2008 one more time, absolutely. Kalmarites who in jeans and gym shoes run out onto the pitch after the final whistle and cry and scream just like we do in this part of the country, it would be very exciting.
Now it’s Malmö FF vs Elfsborg instead and could anything be sadder? How will it go for Malmö, who have bought branded players and signed Henrik Rydström? Can millions of millions buy a gold?
Those who care will know tomorrow around 5 pm.
Is there by the way anything more spoiled than a Malmö FF fan?
“Do they mean that Rydström should be fired if they come second?” I ask Joachim Lantz, centre-back in Kalmar FF’s simple gold team in 2008.
“They’ve even fired a coach who won gold,” replies Joachim, referring to Magnus Pehrsson, who, despite winning Allsvenskan gold in 2017, was fired in 2018. In May. One second into the season. He got so many chances and then he came to Kalmar FF and it became stormier than an autumn on the high bridge part and when football stops being about football and people lose the human mask, then I am reminded why I love the sport. Pehrson’s outburst at the fans is a gift we were given and when someone seals their professional fate with their hands in the air like that, I forget everything else. It is worth all the grandstand balls and nil-nil matches against Trellborg and such porridge dinners, and for that I want to thank Magnus.
Uninterested in the Allsvenskan final battle, what a word anyway, final battle.
Uninterested until last Sunday when we first see Kalmar FF lose against Halmstad, eh ok, whereupon someone switches to the match between Elfsborg and Degerfors.
Degerfors played for its survival, what word, survival. If Elfsborg had won, the gold would have been clear, but they ran on their knees of jellyfish meat and had to fight, what a word, fight. And we who watched screamed and laughed and screamed even louder for every missed chance. We screamed and got high pulse for two teams we don’t care about. Who were we even rooting for?
When we saw the added time, we started to wonder if there are so many minutes in the world.
Noah Söderberg then scored 2-2 against poor Degerfors in the 96th minute and when the referee blew his final whistle, all the players lay down on the ground, because they were all losers. It looked as if the sea had retreated and exposed the bottom life. Just a bit of dead bullshit.
“Now it’s going to be super one”, thought poor Degerfors and didn’t feel very super.
“We had it in our hands, all we had to do was win by a goal against a team that had twenty-five points to our sixty-three,” Elfsborg thought, looking up at the sky that reminded them of the light blue wall they now had to face seven days from now in the future.
This text would about the Bengals and how those who really want to watch football do everything to stop football.
But I got caught up in the beauty of the game.
What a word, beauty.
2023-11-12 02:01:40
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