As tends to be the case whenever someone of a certain magnitude in whatever their field may be passes on, the sycophancy verging on embellishment comes flooding in as a means of tribute. As we are again reminded until we next forget that we don’t appreciate what we had when we had it, we then attempt to desperately redress the balance after the fact.
It’s with this in mind that the sheer importance Johan Cruyff had on the sport is put into perspective. The genius that knew he was one more than anyone lost his battle with lung cancer at the age of 68 yesterday morning, and despite the mass amount of tributes and column-inches dedicated to the man, it still seems paltry relative to his influence.
It’s not an exaggeration to include Cruyff in the discussion of the most important figures in terms of shaping how football is actually played today, and one only has to look at the success of Barcelona before and after his drawing of the blueprints to get an idea of his brilliance.
Not wanting to be contrived and adding to the plethora of aforementioned eulogies, I’ll instead leave a link below of when Cryuff was profiled by The Football Ramble, which gives a thorough covering of his career for the uninitiated without the melancholic undertones of the more recent attempts.
To further compound my football-related misery on a more personal level, I then ventured to Richmond Park later that evening to watch Pat’s attempt to build on their three game winning streak against Stephen Kenny’s imperious Dundalk side.
The bad omens were set early, as I’d already read too many would-be Nostradamuses predicting the upset to believe it would actually happen.
Said omens continued, as I arrived late to the ground to be greeted with the news from a steward that “we” were already one goal down.
I probably should have made that query before I paid through the turnstiles as Dundalk rattled another three in after my entrance, compounding Pats to a 4-0 defeat and giving a reality check to those that prematurely deemed a serious title challenge may be on the horizon.
To compile this anguish finally, the Saints’ one shining light thus far in the fit again Christy Fagan was substituted off at half time with an injury, the extent of which is not yet known, but the signs are greatly ominous given the team’s reliance on the striker.
Mark Timlin looks like he could prove to be a very astute signing though, so, silver lining…?