Poetry Sunday: Federico Marchetti is quite good.

November 27th, 2011 | by: gadsby | Comments Off

Federico Marchetti in the hard days

The philosopher George Santayana once said that “those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it”. While remembering the Azzurri’s recent past, namely… that year between 2009 and 2011, two years after 2008, is as unpleasant as arguing with someone about anyone of the aforementioned philosopher’s aphorisms, it is vital to remember this pivotal year, so as not to repeat it. Seeing as that particular  year was not too long ago, it is thankfully yet to be consigned to the dustbin of history (this is the most lazy metaphor in the English language, I might add), though this brings perils of it’s own. 201– stopped myself just short of saying that one, had effects on much of the Azzurri squad usually reserved for some ignominious sexual misconduct allegations on, say, a well known politician and pizza magnate. All similarities to any person, living or dead, are completely coincidental, the Italy WCB lawyers would like me to mention. I Cain’t believe they’d ask me to do such a thing.

The problem with this lies in the fact that many of the veterans of the world cup in that year that I won’t mention have actually turned out to be quite good, namely Federico Marchetti. Since signing for Lazio, Marchetti has managed to step into Fernando Muslera’s large shoes remarkably well, with the added bonus of not having the occasional monumentally terrible game. Though he is getting on somewhat, it is unlikely that he will be a long term solution as reserve to Gigi Buffon, but this is of little consequence, as it looks like Italy will be playing an aged goalkeeper for quite some time yet. Yes, I think we all remember Marchetti’s performances in net during that year that I will not say, but, as Bill Shankly said, “you’re only as good as your last game.”. This works both ways, and I think it is safe to give Federico a chance of redemption. Who knows, maybe you’ll even give me one after you read the thrilling climax of this post.

Seeing as this is not only a remarkably slow newsweek, that my reputation can go no lower than it already is, and that I am remarkably burnt out, I will justify Prandelli’s potential selection of Federico Marchetti through the medium of prose poetry in the style of Khalil Ghibran. I was going to do it via interpretive dance, but that works as well as well on the internet as Iaquinta does as a winger on the pitch, so we’re stuck with this. Sorry everyone.
Prose Poem

Then, said the blogger, speak of Marchetti.

And the Prophet answered by saying “Marchetti was once unplayably shit, as he was when I watched him lay arms to the besiegers of the criss cross cave in the land of sun and gold in the south, and his return to the island of solace was marckated by the lurid nose of the masses’ ire, yet since his departure in the great skyship to the country of those who hate the land of gold and sun and embrace the way of the sword and bundle, he has found the true way of the gatekeeper, keeping the gates to the shining citadel of our minds. I dream of his return to the country of the sky people, then again it is but that; a dream, clouding on the horizon like a shining beacon of hope.”

Gadsby is on twitter, but all he talks about is German football and dreadful music. If that is your cup of tea, follow him @FJGadsby

I’ll take a nod from Elaine (what harm can it do?) and say that this post was written while listening to the music of the Divine Comedy. Yes, that is equivalent to pleading insanity defence.