When trawling through the disparate scraps of time which, after having coalesced, pass for my memory, I am confronted with only one constant. Be it called soccer, voetbal, or fitbaw, the sport officially named "association football" creates a framework through which I can comprehend a personal history that would otherwise be untethered to time.
From this sprung an idea of almost infinitesimal importance: What if I were to revisit the players, clubs, and matches that make up my younger self and determine what they actually meant? My teenage self, though well-intentioned, viewed the world through a decidedly unique prism - one that deemed Taribo West the best defender in the world, in fact. Now, having aged gracefully and gained at least a modicum of perspective, it's time for me to question memories that might change the way I view my past self.
Of course, it's incredibly unlikely that anything of the like will occur; instead, I predict that my self-indulgent ramblings will merely ensconce my past assessments in the comfy recesses of my mind, leaving you, the reader, to shake your head, whistle quietly to yourself, and remember things like they actually are. If that's what happens, I'm okay with that - this is stuff that deserves to be remembered, regardless of context or importance.
To ensure that this does not descend into a solipsistic mess, I have a partner named dugarry. Together, we hope our noms de plume will evoke memories of the elegant and authoritative French team that reigned during our target years, but we also remain aware that readers may pivot instead to our inspirations' individual failings (for the record, Stephane Guivarc'h and Christophe Dugarry scored 9 goals in 69 appearances for their nation, a strike rate that would insult even the likes of Chelsea era Andriy Shevchenko). Be that as it may, at the very least we will produce oodles of content for you to ponder over, dissect, debate, and/or disdain.
Have at it.
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