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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 10:40 pm Post subject:
Liz wrote:
Yes, Hungarian football enjoyed its heyday during the 1950s, thanks to the otherwise abominable communist regime. Among the only few advantages of the regime was the fact that sports, including football were supported and encouraged by the government. A sports career was an excellent chance for poor and socially disadvantaged people to get out of misery.
One of my dance teachers started out in football in Hungary. I'm not sure how he got into ballet, but he was a natural, and -- I believe -- part of his decision was due to the fact that if you were in a dance company, you traveled outside the country a lot. Eventually he defected.
One of my dance teachers started out in football in Hungary. I'm not sure how he got into ballet, but he was a natural, and -- I believe -- part of his decision was due to the fact that if you were in a dance company, you traveled outside the country a lot. Eventually he defected.
Exactly. That was another advantage of pursuing a sports career. Otherwise you couldn't just keep travelling about whenever and wherever you wanted to. There were two types of passport back then: a blue and a red one. If you had a red passport, you could travel to communist countries only. It was rather cumbersome to get a blue passport, which enabled you to travel to "western" countries as well. What's more, it wasn't possible to travel every year and your actions were closely monitored.
(I hope I'm not mixing up the functions of the two passports - logically, it was the way I described above but I'm not 100% sure... )
Ironically, our "capitalist" but non-EU blue passports have been replaced by red (!) EU passports!
That was just a side note...let's not veer away from the actual topic. (I'm telling it to myself all the time, in vain... ) _________________ Az alvástól megéhezem. Az evéstől elálmosodom. Az élet szép.
Last edited by Liz on Thu May 31, 2007 8:49 pm; edited 1 time in total
I am rich
I am handsome
I am the playmaker
I am Kaka
Loic, I like your succint characterisation of Kaka...I was wondering if you were being slightly tongue-in-cheek there...
Kaka is one of my favourite footballers...as far as his name is concerned. "Kaka" means "shit" in Hungarian. However, there is a subtle stylistic difference between the Hungarian and the English word. "Kaka" is informal and used quite often by parents in front of children, whereas "shit" is widely considered a vulgarism.
Now, you can imagine how much gobsmacked the entire population of Hungary was at hearing Kaka's name for the first time... _________________ Az alvástól megéhezem. Az evéstől elálmosodom. Az élet szép.
Lol. I didn't kaka is a form of mild expletive in Hungarian.
In Malay, Kaka means sister. But well, since Malay is far from being my mother tongue, I never make such an association whenever I see him.
Do you admire him? I must admit that I am fairly indifferent to the Brazilian playmaker. The reason why I came up with that little ditty was a reflection of one of my (female) friend's opinion towards him. Whenever Kaka loses possession of the ball (pretty rare occurrence, by the way), she'd gush dreamily, 'Oh, don't worry! You're handsome.'
Of course, she had no such sympathy for Gattuso, the AC Milan winger. But she'd contradict herself by going on to state that AC Milan has the 'most handsome starting XI' in the world.
Maybe. But that's not what football is all about, isn't it? If that is so, where would the likes of Wayne Rooney stand?
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Lol. I didn't kaka is a form of mild expletive in Hungarian.
Well, actually, it isn't an expletive as it isn't used to express the meaning of "shit" as an exclamation, that is, you can't normally say "Kaka!". It merely refers to the product of defecation.
loic wrote:
Do you admire him?
No, I'm quite indifferent towards him, too. I just like his name.
Quite frankly, I've never been enthusiastic about women's idols, unlike most of my female acquintances.
loic wrote:
Maybe. But that's not what football is all about, isn't it?
No, not by any stretch of the imagination. To be more precise, it *shouldn't* be about that. However, if it weren't for those handsome blokes, most women wouldn't even have a passing interest in football. _________________ Az alvástól megéhezem. Az evéstől elálmosodom. Az élet szép.
According to a wholly unscientific observation, these footballers seem to be highly fancied by their female spectators. Of course, they are not purely glamour boys with long eyelashes, the male Anna Kournikovas of football. But one does get the impression that their popularity off the pitch is not commensurate with their abilities on the pitch.
1. David Beckham. Rumours have it that he's on the Queen's Honours List and who knows, the hallowed words of 'Arise, Sir David' might soon be uttered by the Queen herself.
2. Cristiano Ronaldo. I personally despise him. A show-pony and nothing more. But a very talented show-pony, I must admit.
3. Ricardo Izecson dos Santos Leite aka Kaká. Attacking midfielder. King playmaker. Indispensable to AC Milan. A jewel in the glittering crown of the Brazilian squad.
4. Nakata. Has hung up his boots since the last world cup. I don't really understand the attraction, but he does tend to dress in a very sharp manner. But if you consider that he spent a good bit of his footballing career with AS Roma, you might understand where his fashion sense came from.
5. Raul Gonzalez. Iconic captain of Real Madrid. Now, I can really understand why this bloke is an immensely popular figure. Girls are always gushing on how he kisses his wedding ring after scoring a goal. Awww...how sickeningly sweet.
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But to me, they are the eternal heroes who would never die.
1. Zidane
2. Luis Figo
3. Robbie Fowler. Ok, so he's not exactly in the same league as the above two. But when I first started following English football at 9, he had just made his debut for Liverpool. Over the years, his reputation at Anfield has ensured that he remains 'The God' to his most ardent supporters.
And yes, I tentatively started out supporting Liverpool. I later switched allegiances, but my loyalty to Fowler has never wavered.
_________________ Hillary Clinton is an acquired taste which I have clearly yet to acquire.
Wow Loic! You might as well work for those women's glossy magazines. You write rather passionately about womanisers disguised as footballers.
Your style verges on irony, which is typical of the aforementioned magazines, too. However, I think they do mean what they write, so what they write is plain kitsch as opposed to your descriptions, which clearly involve irony, I reckon.
Yes, you're right...these guys are immensely popular with women in general. I racked my brain but I couldn't really find a women's idol Hungarian footballer. However, we must have some despite our lack of football culture nowadays. But, in fact, here women tend to idolise the guys mentioned by you.
As for David Beckham, HE IS A TRAITOR!!! Leaving Manchester United to its own devices, eh?
A music teacher in our English partner school was crazy about David Beckham. We once visited the MU stadium and we had the chance of spending some time in the dressing room as well. Of course, we couldn't take a deep breath of the sweet fragrance of perspiration left behind by those modern knights, to the greatest disappointment of many girls. One classmate of mine took a sit on the same bank where the divine David used to get rid of his seemingly superfluous clothes. When we were informed on that, the teacher (female, of course) screamed with exultation: "Don't wash your jeans anymore!" Being an ardent MU supporter, she must be rather dissapointed by Beckham now. Or has she been just a Beckham fan and is now supporting Real Madrid?
I don't know but I find this exaggerated enthusiasm sort of pathetic... _________________ Az alvástól megéhezem. Az evéstől elálmosodom. Az élet szép.
David Beckham is immensely popular in Asia and his star has yet to wane despite a noticeabe lose of speed on the pitch. Every serious football pundit (read: every other male, in other words) can tell you that Beckham is a vastly overrated footballer and it is a testimony to the superb marketing efforts of his agent that Brand Beckham is so enduring today.
Actually, Beckham is not quite a Judas. He was compelled to leave Old Trafford under inauspicious circumstances (Remember the 'Flying Boot' incident?). Sir Alex Fergueson started to take a dim view of his off pitch activities and feared that his glamorous lifestyle would soon take a toll on team morale. He promptly shipped him off to Spain at the earliest available opportunity. The original deal was for Man Utd to sell him to Barcelona; Joan Laporta, Barca's presidential candidate at that time actually made the purchase of Beckham the central theme of his campaign.
Beckham demurred and opted for Real Madrid. A spurned Barca snapped up Ronaldinho from PSG instead. The rest, as they say, is history. Real Madrid has endured one of their worst slumps in history while their Catalan rivals have won the last two Spanish league titles as well as the Champions League last season.
I wouldn't really fancy myself working for women's magazines unless I get to be the editor and I am surrounded by a bevy of women with hair as glossy as the coverpage of the magazines. I'd really love to work for the print equivalent of soccernet or cricinfo, the Internet bibles of football and cricket respectively. Imagine being asked to work for Wisden, even as a tea boy - I'd jump at such a prospect without being asked!
By the way, if there is anything I hate more than Chelsea, it is Manchester United. But I envy you nonetheless for having visited the Theatre of Dreams!
Since you're based in Germany now, what do you think of their golden boy Michael Ballack? Unfortunately, he isn't doing as well as he'd hoped at Chelsea. _________________ Hillary Clinton is an acquired taste which I have clearly yet to acquire.
Actually, Beckham is not quite a Judas. He was compelled to leave Old Trafford under inauspicious circumstances (Remember the 'Flying Boot' incident?). Sir Alex Fergueson started to take a dim view of his off pitch activities and feared that his glamorous lifestyle would soon take a toll on team morale. He promptly shipped him off to Spain at the earliest available opportunity. The original deal was for Man Utd to sell him to Barcelona; Joan Laporta, Barca's presidential candidate at that time actually made the purchase of Beckham the central theme of his campaign.
Beckham demurred and opted for Real Madrid. A spurned Barca snapped up Ronaldinho from PSG instead. The rest, as they say, is history. Real Madrid has endured one of their worst slumps in history while their Catalan rivals have won the last two Spanish league titles as well as the Champions League last season.
Okay, mea maxima culpa. Thanks a bunch for enlightening me on that.
loic wrote:
I wouldn't really fancy myself working for women's magazines unless I get to be the editor and I am surrounded by a bevy of women with hair as glossy as the coverpage of the magazines. I'd really love to work for the print equivalent of soccernet or cricinfo, the Internet bibles of football and cricket respectively. Imagine being asked to work for Wisden, even as a tea boy - I'd jump at such a prospect without being asked!
Oh, I see... Yeah, for some unknown reasons, editors seem to be immensely popular with pretty young women even if they are old, fat and disgusting. But they have money afer all, and that might be a pull factor here.
I've never seen young, handsome editors (maybe you'll be the first one? ), but imagine how popular they could be...
To be perfectly honest, I don't know if you stood a good chance of getting this job as the editors of most women's magazines are women. Sorry to disappoint you anyway... But the tea boy job sounds like a good idea!
loic wrote:
By the way, if there is anything I hate more than Chelsea, it is Manchester United. But I envy you nonetheless for having visited the Theatre of Dreams!
It wasn't a big deal really but as it's widely considered the "Theatre of Dreams", it was (and I guess it still is) treated accordingly. We weren't even allowed to touch the grass! Absurd, isn't it?
loic wrote:
Since you're based in Germany now, what do you think of their golden boy Michael Ballack? Unfortunately, he isn't doing as well as he'd hoped at Chelsea.
Oh...Michael Bollocks...oops I mean Ballacks...sorry, just Ballack. Sorry, but this is my "routine" gut reaction on hearing/reading his name...
As I mentioned in one of my earlier posts, I'm not a football enthusiast by any stretch of the imagination. Therefore, it would be an understatement to claim that I'm not really conversant with current issues of football. Besides, I don't have TV here and consequently, I'm practically unable to watch the cups/games even if I have a burning desire for doing so.
So, what I know about Ballack is that he's quite big here, being considered a women's idol (or idle? ) and a brilliant player at the same time, nevertheless, strictly in this order. However, I also think that he is pretty much overrated and he can't really live up to his own presumed standards.
BTW, your eternal heroes are that of my granddad's, too! _________________ Az alvástól megéhezem. Az evéstől elálmosodom. Az élet szép.
Not to be unkind, but what do German women think of Oliver Kahn? Personally, I think he looks rather terrifying between the posts and any striker would have second thoughts about getting the ball past him, surely.
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As I mentioned in one of my earlier posts, I'm not a football enthusiast by any stretch of the imagination. Therefore, it would be an understatement to claim that I'm not really conversant with current issues of football. Besides, I don't have TV here and consequently, I'm practically unable to watch the cups/games even if I have a burning desire for doing so.
But you still know a fair bit - enough to spot the difference between bollocks and a Ballack, that's for sure. I wonder if Bayern Munich'd take him back - he does not seem to be thriving at Chelsea. To make a bad situation already worst, he is currently the best paid footballer in the English Premier League at 120,000 pounds per week. His colleague Andrei Shevchenko is also as well paid but with even a lower goal conversion rate.
When I think of how much he makes a year, I get insane with jealousy. But who can I blame but the insatiable demand of market forces?
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However, I also think that he is pretty much overrated and he can't really live up to his own presumed standards.
He is the sort of player who can only flourish if the manager ensures that the team plays together as a unit around him. He is not versatile enough to play second fiddle if the situation asks for it. But he is still Germany's only world class footballer after the international retirement of that incredible Bavarian hulk (read: Oliver Kahn).
Speaking of German footballers, what comes to mind when Bastian Schweinsteiger is mentioned? An odd surname, perhaps?
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BTW, your eternal heroes are that of my granddad's, too!
Then your grandfather is clearly a man who keeps up with the times! If your grandfather had come of age in the 1950s, he would probably have thought very highly of the likes of Raymond Kopa or the young and highly talented Just Fontaine. Of course, I am assuming that he'd also have lionised the Hungarian hero Ferenc Puskás. If because of the Puskás connection that he decided to support Real Madrid, he might also had been in thrall of the likes of the great Alfredo Di Stéfano .
Come the 1960s, your grandfather would be enthralled by the young swashbuckling Pelé, statistically the best footballer in the history of the sport. It is impossible to mention the talented Brazilian squad of the 1960s and 1970s without also introducing Garrincha, Zico, Socrates and Rivelino. They were gods and remain living deities.
In the 1970s, he might have cast an envious eye to the north and come to admire the superb touch of Germany's Gerd Mueller and of course, der Kaiser in Franz Beckebauer. In the Netherlands, Johan Cruijff would be making his mark at Ajax and later Barcelona. Cruijff epitomised the style of 'Totaal Voetball' that the Dutch team would be so famous for - football at its attacking best, no punches pulled back. In fact, it would be hard to say who was better - Beckenbauer or Cruijff. Both of their technical abilities were sublime and both of them had excellent vision based on an acute ability to position themselves on the pitch as the attack unfolded.
And as the years roll by, your grandfather would probably have pined for the old footballing titans of yore instead of searching for new stars to lionise. Maybe Michel Platini would have awakened his senses in the 1980s. Diego Maradona's outrageous 'Hand of God' and his later one man effort in scoring the second goal (he started off in the Argentine's own half and dribbled the ball past five English players before slotting the ball past the hapless Peter Shilton) would certainly have captured his imagination and renewed his faith in the best sport of the world that is football.
There were a plethora of giants in the 1990s and your grandfather would have been a bit too confused to select his international starting IX if given a chance. But if what you said were true, then he'd have picked Zidane, Figo and Fowler. Yes, my current batch of heroes have their beginnings in the 1990s. I loved Zidane and I love him now for his vision, dribbling skills and technical ability. He makes football seem tremendously easy and this is surely a sign of a true master.
As for the heroes of today, none of them holds a candle to Zidane of the 90s, the likes of Platini and Maradone of the 80s and Pele and his illustrious Co of the 70s.
So, do you think I read your grandfather well? _________________ Hillary Clinton is an acquired taste which I have clearly yet to acquire.
Not to be unkind, but what do German women think of Oliver Kahn? Personally, I think he looks rather terrifying between the posts and any striker would have second thoughts about getting the ball past him, surely.
Haven't got the foggiest...he definitely isn't my cup of tea. (Surprise, surprise...) I don't know about other women but I don't give a toss either way. I like the way you called him a hulk -- this name suits him quite a bit. Although I've never heard him speak, knowing that he's from Bavaria, I picture him speaking with a thick Bavarian accent, which is a wee hulkish in my opinion.
loic wrote:
But you still know a fair bit - enough to spot the difference between bollocks and a Ballack, that's for sure.
Hehe. A rather impressive achievement on my part, isn't it?
loic wrote:
When I think of how much he makes a year, I get insane with jealousy. But who can I blame but the insatiable demand of market forces?
It's high time you started a football carreer... Do you play football yourself or you'd rather enjoy it right in the armchair?
loic wrote:
Speaking of German footballers, what comes to mind when Bastian Schweinsteiger is mentioned? An odd surname, perhaps?
Well...yes. "Schweinsteiger" is a damn funny name, meaning "Pigclimber" literally. It might have an actual meaning which I'm completely unaware of. My knowledge of him is less than nought, converging to minus infinite.
loic wrote:
So, do you think I read your grandfather well?
I guess so. That's basically his football supporting carreer -- what a succint and, at the same time, exhaustive description!
PS: Sorry for being generally a bit ironic on the subject without knowing very much about it. _________________ Az alvástól megéhezem. Az evéstől elálmosodom. Az élet szép.
Do you play football yourself or you'd rather enjoy it right in the armchair?
My incipient footballing career started off under inauspicious circumstances when I went for the school team trials back in primary school. I think I was employed in a make-shift position as a centre-back and promptly sent the school coach into spasms of agony as I scored an own goal in an awful attempt to clear an incoming ball. (Something similar happened when I went for the cricket trials and I was bowled out for a golden duck, meaning I was dismissed by the first ball while scoring naught).
I played plenty of 'street soccer' after classes, though. We used the basketball court for it, much to the dismay of the school basketball team. But frankly, I was awful. My control was never going to be as good as Zidane's - maybe I was slightly worse. I did not possess the vision of Cruijff - but I was not too bad. I am not as tall as that 2 metre tall bamboo Peter Crouch so I was never sent to head the ball in a free kick situation - but I often volunteered myself for the free kick.
Now that I am old, I have retired from the game, I have embarked upon a nascent career as an armchair critic. We live vicariously and I am always very annoyed whenever we hapless armchair critics are lampooned for not walking the talk. But frankly, the game needs us - and we need the game.
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PS: Sorry for being generally a bit ironic on the subject without knowing very much about it.
Not at all! I am actually delighted that there is someone here who actually possesses a modicum of tolerance for my 'football analysis'. _________________ Hillary Clinton is an acquired taste which I have clearly yet to acquire.
Well...yes. "Schweinsteiger" is a damn funny name, meaning "Pigclimber" literally.
So then the late American actor Rod Steiger's name means "rod climber"...a rather suggestive name for someone with such a butch image!
I was a tad inaccurate there. Although it means "pigclimber" or something similar literally, it should be translated for the sake of fun only. I had the feeling that Schweinsteig must be a place somewhere in Germany. I looked it up and my intuitions were proven right. It is actually a place right Bavaria itself, the area he hails from.
We have lots of geographical names in Hungary as well, but it is generally regarded as a strange coincidence if you happen to have the name of the very place you hail from. I only know one girl who is called Keszthelyi and she is from Keszthely. Most people are comically dislocated.
As for the relatively common family name Steiger (of course, without the Schwein bit), it means some kind of a miner. What's more, I looked the word up and it has another meaning: a womaniser! Mind you, I'm not sure if this meaning is used in reality as I don't always trust bilingual dictionaries, especially not this one. However, Rod Steiger can be jocularly called a rodclimber. _________________ Az alvástól megéhezem. Az evéstől elálmosodom. Az élet szép.
Now that I am old, I have retired from the game, I have embarked upon a nascent career as an armchair critic. We live vicariously and I am always very annoyed whenever we hapless armchair critics are lampooned for not walking the talk. But frankly, the game needs us - and we need the game.
Whaat??? Old??? At the risk of being presumptious, may I inquire about your age?
Okay, I know that you are regarded as old to pursue a professional sports career even at your age -- my dad was "retired" from being a professional table tennis player at a pretty early age. Knowing that you are a university student (are you? ), I hazard an educated guess and claim rather boldly that you are somewhere around 20-25 or so.
I don't have anything against armchair critics -- I just prefer doing sports to watching them. That said, I only get knife-edge sardonic by mentioning the names of some box, football etc. trainers and P.E. teachers who don't do sports anymore, grow fat and keep verballing their students/pupils down for not being fast and strong enough. My father, who is professional trainer and still an active sportsman at the age of 50 (aikido, table tennis, horse riding -- he is professional in the first one, used to be professional in the second one, the third one is merely a hobby for him, albeit one of his favourite hobbies), feels the same way. _________________ Az alvástól megéhezem. Az evéstől elálmosodom. Az élet szép.
Well, do you also play table-tennis? There was a short phase in secondary school when I was crazy over table-tennis but my interest spluttered to a halt when I left school. It's really cool that your father played table tennis professionally.
Akido is something like Japanese fencing, isn't it? Isn't that a rather esoteric sport for a European?
So what games do you play? Personally, I like watching sports as much as playing - by watching the professionals, I sometimes get inspired to copy their moves.....to varying degrees of failure.
Currently, my attention is strictly focussed on the third Test between the West Indies and England (Did your years in England teach you anything about cricket?) as well as the French Open. Looks like another consecutive showdown between Federer and Nadal. _________________ Hillary Clinton is an acquired taste which I have clearly yet to acquire.
Well, do you also play table-tennis? There was a short phase in secondary school when I was crazy over table-tennis but my interest spluttered to a halt when I left school. It's really cool that your father played table tennis professionally.
He won lots of national championships that time and as far as I know he did quite well in some of the international ones, too. I've never played table tennis professionally but I used to play it with my father a couple of times. I can't really play it as I have practically no routine whatsoever but he kept serving me in such a skillful manner that I felt like someone who actually *can* play table tennis.
loic wrote:
Akido is something like Japanese fencing, isn't it? Isn't that a rather esoteric sport for a European?
Not quite but it's part of it, too. It's like some kind of wrestling but because of the circular movements it looks pretty similar to dancing, so it's quite a pleasure to watch (at least to me). Yeah, it might be somewhat esoteric to most Europeans, especially to those who are only accustomed to competitive combat sports.
loic wrote:
So what games do you play? Personally, I like watching sports as much as playing - by watching the professionals, I sometimes get inspired to copy their moves.....to varying degrees of failure.
I used to play football, basketball and volleyball at school, just for fun, not professionally. I used to play what you'd call "street soccer" and plain playground football when we lived on a housing estate a long time ago. We had to ice-skate and swim at primary school -- I still love to swim but I'm quite afraid of water when it's frozen. So, ice-skating seems to be out of the question for a while, but I want to get rid of my inhibitions and try it again. My dad and his sister (my aunt), both of them brilliant hobby ice-skaters, are nagging me all the time, so I think I must give in.
I spent ten years with folk dancing, and I was involved in modern and jazz dance for a shorter period, too. I used to play badminton professionally (there is such a thing!) but I didn't last there too long as I hated the very idea of serving your partner "badly" so that he/she couldn't get the ball.
Of course, I did and I'm still doing aikido rather sporadically, on a "when-I-have-time-and-I'm-in-the-mood" basis. I know it isn't good but that's the way I am, unfortunately. My dad always encouraged but never forced me to go to trainings -- it might be better doing it sporadically and enjoying it than being forced to do it and quitting for good by the time you grow up. Otherwise, I try to do gymnastics and go running every day. Mind you, I'm a hopeless runner. Although I excelled at long distance, I daresay I'm the worst short distance runner in Europe because I'm not fast -- I can't be since I've inherited my physique from my father which makes me (us) incapable for running really fast. On the face of it, we look like potential good runners (especially my father) and I've been constantly told: "but you have the figur for it". Nonsense...some of my classmates half as tall and twice as fat as me could run much faster.
Anyway, if I don't do sports, I feel deep down in the dumps.
loic wrote:
Currently, my attention is strictly focussed on the third Test between the West Indies and England (Did your years in England teach you anything about cricket?) as well as the French Open. Looks like another consecutive showdown between Federer and Nadal.
Well, to be perfectly honest, my answer to your question is a definite "no". For some reasons, I've always considered cricket (along with golf, fencing and horseriding -- but I love fencing and horseriding) a sport/hobby typical of the upper classes, which aren't exactly the social circles I'd fit in. You don't even need a college degree to guess that I've never been enthusiastic about cricket nor do I know much about the game itself. And what about you? How did you get involved in playing/watching cricket? Was it "love" at first sight? Is it popular in Singapore?
Funnily enough, I have a morbid aversion towards golf...it's not the game itself but the atmosphere of the whole thing which makes me cringe...a wee bit snobby in my opinion. Apart from that, it must be a fun game. My cousin was crazy about it and set up a golf-course in their garden (which isn't the biggest garden I've ever seen) and -- even worse -- in their house, upstairs. Needless to say, breaking some fragile objects was just par for the course, to use the aproppriate golf terminology. So, we were kindly asked to play outside and so did we -- nothing like the way professionals play it, just in our aspiring lower middle class manner. _________________ Az alvástól megéhezem. Az evéstől elálmosodom. Az élet szép.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 4:42 am Post subject:
Liz wrote:
Otherwise, I try to do gymnastics and go running every day.
By "gymnastics", do you mean tumbling/vaulting/balance beam or calisthenics/stretching/weight training?
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Mind you, I'm a hopeless runner. Although I excelled at long distance, I daresay I'm the worst short distance runner in Europe because I'm not fast -- I can't be since I've inherited my physique from my father which makes me (us) incapable for running really fast. On the face of it, we look like potential good runners (especially my father) and I've been constantly told: "but you have the figur for it". Nonsense...some of my classmates half as tall and twice as fat as me could run much faster.
I gather you're the slow-twitching muscle fiber-type, then.
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Anyway, if I don't do sports, I feel deep down in the dumps.
I know what you mean. In retrospect, I think I may have been depressed my whole life -- or at least since I hit adolescence -- but being dancer, I had to exercise so many hours a day that I kept myself pretty well-supplied with endorphins, and only had to worry about times like Sundays. After I left the professional dance life, doing only an hour or two of exercise a day left me feeling pretty depressed most of the time. And now, I don't even do that!
By "gymnastics", do you mean tumbling/vaulting/balance beam or calisthenics/stretching/weight training?
All of them.
Deborah wrote:
I gather you're the slow-twitching muscle fiber-type, then.
Yes, I am.
Deborah wrote:
I know what you mean. In retrospect, I think I may have been depressed my whole life -- or at least since I hit adolescence -- but being dancer, I had to exercise so many hours a day that I kept myself pretty well-supplied with endorphins, and only had to worry about times like Sundays. After I left the professional dance life, doing only an hour or two of exercise a day left me feeling pretty depressed most of the time. And now, I don't even do that!
Do you do anything instead?
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(I'm telling it to myself all the time, in vain... 
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But the tea boy job sounds like a good idea! 
) and a brilliant player at the same time, nevertheless, strictly in this order. However, I also think that he is pretty much overrated and he can't really live up to his own presumed standards.