by disappointment. I was furious, but confronting myself with all these
intersecting thoughts and emotions I got a picture of what
kind of little, risible issue it is. I think that the most risible
illusion, in this game of naive projections, is exactly to imagine
that your "rivals" will come to admire "you", when you win, or
to acknowledge you some "arms' honour" when you are in "disgrace".
Actually only a tiny fraction, probably the most "developed", is
capable of this kind of "noblesse". The ***ic "schadefreude" that
instead dominates is after all very funny, it's perhaps the very
essence of the game. Of course I'm not counting me off: I'm really
unable to acknowledge any honour to the Korean victory (perhaps the
mental lens trough which I saw the match are really deformed.)
Moreover, I'm already anticipating the tasty elimination of England or
Brasil, that obviously deserve both to exit :-)
Regards to all, good people.
Elio