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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460766" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0312 Even the Best may stumble</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let’s suppose<br>you’ve bought or blagged<br>an invite to a buzzy West End party<br>after the football game, where<br>you’ll ‘mingle with the stars’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and when you get there, all glammed up<br>and wearing your Saturday best, <br>you glimpse, beyond a velvet, guarded rope, <br>the ‘stars’ you just won’t mingle with –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">those ‘celebs’ with not too much to do<br>except to party and be photographed, <br>‘stars’ who’re hoping thus to burn the brighter<br>in the starry glitter of their combined glow…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">while the hungry media, mingling in symbiosis, <br>poised to photograph, <br>smooze and click to elevate<br>these passing comets into myth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But every now and then<br>onto the stage of public wild acclaim<br>strolls the myth itself, the archetypal<br>Aristotelian hero –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">not quite the Job or Oedipus whom<br>the gods single out for test, with all their force; <br>but the classic hero of the public stage<br>with that one fatal flaw, and<br>without the Stoic wisdom that<br>all life’s a lesson to be learned, who<br>finally puts a magic foot wrong; and then<br>fate gives the golden best the final boot…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shakespeare missed out, so it seems, on sport, <br>apart from the Royal tennis court, <br>otherwise he might have seen<br>Othello, as a footballer, <br>Desdemona his other half, his god-given, wonder-working skill; <br>Iago the tempter whispering with sex and booze around<br>the light and lustre of our hero’s life he drove himself to kill<br>so killed his very self</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘To wilful men<br>the injuries that they themselves procure<br>must be their schoolmasters’…<br>Shakespeare would have recognised him<br>for what he was: earth-striding idol, feet of golden clay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet those who knew him, as Cordelia did King Lear, <br>loved him<br>beyond all tragedy. Yes, he was more than that -<br>we have the footage of that golden foot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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after the football game, where
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