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Stockholm looks almost like always.
We can think about what we want, but anyway.
How long can they last?
None of us could have imagined what this void would be like. How the conversation had just disappeared. You can almost remember what it sounded like before: how we talked about transitions, the dumb season, money, investments, bankruptcies, team rosters, intermediates, talents and a new acquisition.
That talk is completely gone. Gone. Not available
One is hit by the news that Tiger Woods and Phil Mickelson will be playing a game of charity in golf against NFL stars Peyton Manning and Tom Brady, good guys, but as a substitute for what?
It is a bit difficult to understand how a soccer game, without an audience, would represent a social danger, when each outdoor dining room is well occupied and the crowd of people lives well into the night.
I guess it’s a signal that you don’t want to send, but have already sent.
No, I hadn’t counted on this emptiness. Of course, I knew that sports and sports were of great importance in my life, but they barely reached this level: I am sad.
I read, I watch movies and television, but the void is a bottomless hole. It is not easy to recognize that you have deeply depended on this spiritual superficiality, but it is merely a capitulation.
My life without sport it doesn’t make sense The old games are not a consolation.
Yes, I looked at Sweden’s matches at the 1994 World Cup, and I’ve seen old Premier League matches at Viasat in quarters and cubics, but it doesn’t provide much relief.
Sports documentaries have saved our lives. For example, I didn’t know that basketball could become a life support elixir for a thirsty sports fan. Jason Hehir’s ten-episode documentary on the Chicago Bull season 1997/98, “The Last Dance” (Netflix), has suddenly become the most important topic of conversation. And it’s really brilliant. We can continue behind the scenes where very few have to look, it is scary and entertaining at the same time.
But it is still basketball.
I go through all the chronicles of the Swedish football season and even look at the golden years of the worst competitors.
The salvation of everything has to do with Muhammad Ali. In any case, I never have enough. The HBO documentary on Muhammad Ali and television animator Dick Cavett is indispensable: I absorbed every second (“Ali vs. Cavett. The Tale of the Tapes”). Ali was a regular guest on the Cavett television show over the years, and eventually great friendships arose. It is a really beautiful fairy tale.
When it’s really gloomy On the sports front, I generally always watch about Muhammad Ali’s old games on YouTube, where there are most of the best. Boxing on YouTube is a smooth one for the soul. I can never see myself measured, for example, in Fab Four, there are several good documentaries and summaries of the magical matches between Marvin Hagler, Suger Ray Leonard, Thomas Hearns and Roberto Durán. It is almost classic, all the encounters between them. Hard to find a better boxing.
Most of us stink in the boxes right now, feverishly searching for alternative activities, many of us desperately searching for television archives.
What a relief it will be when the sands open up again. If it ever comes back like before. We still wait
Read more sports in the Johan Croneman TV Chronicles:
The whole deal between Zlatan and Dplay sucks
The Hillsborough disaster documentary is the scariest thing I’ve ever seen
An incredibly exciting fight against the gorge
