With the Brazilian, is there no one who can? – 06/21/2023 – Juca Kfouri

Why was Raphael Veiga, the best Brazilian midfielder, the organizer of the Palmeiras team, called up for the two friendlies of the selection against Guinea and Senegal?

To discover Barcelona?

To do tourism in Lisbon?

To show you’re not afraid of flying?

Who knows how to eat with a knife and fork in five-star hotels?

To improve Spanish? Or Portuguese?

Was it just to miss Palmeiras in the game against Bahia, in Salvador?

Ramon Menezes does not like Abel Ferreira, is he afraid that he will take his place to the point of harming Palmeiras?

Or is it that none of this matters because Senegal has progressed so much that it would rank against any Brazilian team from the victorious times?

How about asking Mr. Hansi Flick, the Germany coach who was on the Mineirão bench in that 7-1 match, an assistant in the German national team?

Rational as the Germans are, he is capable of answering that the unprecedented defeat by Colombia, by 2 to 0, in Gelsenkirchen, is still due to the Brazilian plague induced after the rout.

Because either the football world is upside down or Japan thrashes Peru 4-1, on the same day the Brazilians lost to the Senegalese and the Germans to the Colombians, it became normal.

“Ah, my dear columnist”, the rare reader will say, “friendly matches are friendly matches, at the time of the World Cup none of that will prevail”.

Oh yes?

Do you remember who beat Argentina in the Qatar Cup, when the brothers brilliantly won their third championship?

Well, it was Saudi Arabia, with none, none!, known player, not even for PVC.

And it wasn’t by a stroke of luck, 1-0 of those in which Lionel Messi and company’s ball insisted on not going in. It was 2-1.

Zebras happened in other World Cups, such as the victory of the United States over the then supposed kings of football, the English, in Belo Horizonte, in the 1950 World Cup.

Or that of North Korea over the then two-time world champions Italy, in 1966, in England.

But neither the English nor the Italians reacted and won those world cups.

Defeats like this happen because of arrogance, mistakes in the line-up, bad luck and… because more and more Croatians hold the cards, Germans, Brazilians and Italians catch up, Africans and Asians grow, Dutch and Belgians fade away at the moment and the main teams of clubs across the planet are veritable foreign legions.

Football has become a sport without borders, just like the basketball of Serbian Nikola Jokic, Slovenian Luka Doncic, Greek Giannis Antetokounmpo and Cameroonian Joel Embiid, all of whom have already been awarded as MVPs in consecutive seasons.

Faced with this reality, the search for Carlo Ancelotti by the CBF even acquires a symbolic character, a touch of refinement to return the golden image once reflected by the yellow shirt, so mistreated in recent times, ballerina and politically speaking.

As most of our clubs insist on staying in the 20th century, the CBF seeks, even if as marketing, to freshen up old methods that lead the selection, at most, to the quarterfinals of the Cups and that, when they surpass them, they end up being trampled, as in Mineirão.

Brazilian football buried the stray complex in 1958 and today lives a new syndrome — that of eating mortadella and belching caviar.

Anyone can with anyone.

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