Nelson Rodrigues may have been nearly blind. Nevertheless, he was an artist of words and imagery. His short articles on futebol were primo. He was antagonized by the left as much as he antagonized them. His was a pact with Globo's owner Roberto Marinho, the most powerful mogul in the media. Nélson's son was prisioner of the dictatorship. His extremist right-wing views, supported Marinho's; they stemmed straight from his anger about his son's situation. His outlet was futebol and his beloved Fluminense F.C.
I was really young when I'd watch a round table on TV. Nélson would argue to death against José Maria Scassa, a Flamengo fan. Nélson had a speech pattern of pronouncing [th] for [s] but that didn't impede his vitriolic attacks on stuff he made up and had never seen. The genius playwright of modern Brazilian theater created characters who were part of his writing about futebol for newspapers. There was the millionaire couple,for example, she with a cadaver's nostrils, kinda like Jacko, and he enormous, carrying his triple chin. She would ask, "Who is the ball?"
The question above portrays the abyssal gap between the pornographically wealthy in Brazil, alienated from the most populous passion in the country, futebol, and the people they ignore or expoit absent-mindlessly.
Today Fluminense and Botafogo will play in a little bit. Botafogo fans are known for their superstitions. The team itself stopped wearing its black and white stripes in favor of all black or all white shirts with the lone star emblem. This match is the oldest in Brazil. Botafogo hasn't had good luck against Fluminense. I don't watch the matches. I don't think I bring Botafogo good luck. I'll close here with YouTube shows of the respective club anthems of the grandpa match, the first one in Brazil, later on today.