From illusion to reality: The tradgedy of football stadium: The sorcerers of the ยูฟ่าเบท spectacle try to fill every last unforgiving minute with sensory stimulation, lest our thoughts should wander from illusion to reality.
From illusion to reality: The tradgedy of football stadium
However, even the tightest show has its gaps and lapses, and in the hiatus between the players disappearing into the tunnel and the arrival of the flags and photographers for the anthems, there are a few seconds when the pitch is empty.
Take a moment to look up and behold the tragedy of the Maracanã, for an act of architectural vandalism and cultural desecration has been performed here. Once the largest and ยูฟ่าเบท most beautiful stadium on the planet, it has been reduced to a parody of its former self.’ Its sinuous, two-tier elliptical structure has been gutted and replaced with an off-the-shelf single-tier stand rammed into the space.
The once fabulous views of Rio’s skyline, previously visible between the top of the stands and the roof, have been obliterated. The original roof, formerly the crowning glory of the building, was illegally demolished and has been replaced by a pathetic concoction of scaffolding, canopies and big screens that obscures what is left of the stadium’s shape.
Had you had a chance to walk around the stadium beforehand, it would have been clear that these changes were just part of a huge programme of urban rebuilding characteristic of ufabet global sporting mega-events. In the case of the Maracanã, the publicly owned stadium and its surrounding public sports facilities were refurbished with public money, only to be passed to the private sector to profit from them.
Two years from now, after the Rio Olympic Games, the owners will effectively abandon the stadium, allowing it to be gutted by thieves and the pitch to turn to dust.
Let’s go back to the present by the incongruous sounds of FIFA’s anthem. Composed by Franz Lambert, Hesse’s king of the Hammond organ, and played at every ufabet World Cup since 1994, it combines teeth-clenching Europop jauntiness with the kitschiest of ceremonial flourishes. At least we are on safer musical territory with the nineteenth-century national anthems that follow, with their familiar overwrought orchestration and martial rhythms.