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Soccer’s Problem With Silver Medals

In every one of the photos, there is one consistent. In a portion of the pictures, Spain's players gaze at the ground, inconsolable, biting over their misfortune to France in the last of the Countries Association. In others, they give interviews, lead-confronted and faintly pitiful. In one, Luis Enrique, their mentor, offers aware praise for his group's heros. 

Be that as it may, in every one of them, Spain's players have slender, naval force blue strips hung around their necks. Every one of the players had strolled to the raised stage quickly built on the field after Sunday's last at San Siro in Milan. Every one of them had taken the award proposed to him. Furthermore, every one of them had painstakingly positioned it around his neck. 

That ought not, obviously, be particularly critical. In many games, the competitor or the group that completions second considers its silver award to be a wellspring of pride. Every so often, it very well may be with eyes coated with tears. In some cases, it is through gritted teeth. Frequently, it is with a waiting demeanor of disappointment, a feeling of what may have been. Furthermore, it generally takes the aggravation a short time to die down. Second — almost, but not quite — can sting in particular. 

However, just in soccer are silver decorations treated as though they consume. Players and mentors as often as possible give the feeling that they would prefer not to contact them by any means. The previous summer, most of Britain's players tried declining to wear the decorations they had acquired for completing second in the European Title. 

Half a month sooner, the greater part of their partners at both Manchester City and Manchester Joined had obviously wouldn't wear the tokens they had gotten subsequent to losing the Bosses Association and Europa Association finals. José Mourinho has made a propensity for discarding any update he may have that he at any point lost a significant last. 

This is, at an estimation, a peculiarity that shows once in a while outside soccer. The beaten finalist at a tennis major doesn't come to a meaningful conclusion, before the watching scene, of giving whatever prize the individual has been granted to a fan. Olympians don't routinely decline to remain on the platform without their silver or bronze awards around their necks, nor do they fling them into the group in transit out of the arena/pool/velodrome/whatever where the pony disco happens is called. 

Truth be told, the disdain for silver decorations isn't so much as an element of all soccer. In 2019, the Netherlands players who had quite recently lost the Ladies' Reality Cup last to the US kept their decorations. Many rose up out of their storage space to address the news media, eyes still somewhat crude, with the self-contradicting riches of their wondrous, inspiring summer hung around their necks. 

Men's soccer, however, appears to have accepted the possibility that second is simply initial last and transformed it into a doctrine. Maybe that is a direct result of the message it sends: The actual demonstration is, undeniably, to some degree performative, a little piece of theater, a twist for the fans to exhibit that nothing not exactly all out triumph will do. 

Or on the other hand maybe it is a result of the absolutism that drives so many of the characterizing characters in the men's down. A lot of the game's best administrators have tried let their players know that they ought not appreciate even their victors' awards. Alex Ferguson, as Brian Clough and Bill Shankly before him, used to let his crews know that they ought to neglect winning an association or a cup very quickly, that it was to serve just as a springboard for additional achievement. Soccer has for some time been devoured by a craving for territory so extraordinary that it is, when checked out in the cool light of day, somewhat disturbed. 

Also, however much Mourinho is time after time, excessively effectively faulted for all of present day soccer's ills, it would not be frantically hard to follow a line from a portion of his more open dismissals of anything shy of gold to a more extensive hug of the training, to accept that whenever he had clarified that silver was not OK to him, it made it practically unavoidable that others would follow. A mentor who loved second, all things considered, would appear to be some way or another inexperienced in examination. 

Why it came to fruition, however, is maybe less critical than what it suggests. 

It is interested how inconsequential strands of free account can blend. Last week, there was a minor uproar over Norwich City, the group attached to the foot of the Chief Association. A previous player had contemplated whether Norwich added a huge sum to the association, what with the club's emphasis on being steady and reasonable and careful, all qualities that go about as equivalent words for "exhausting" in the exaggerated drama of Britain's first class. After several days, Newcastle was purchased by Saudi Arabia. Gracious, no, apologies: by the sovereign venture asset of Saudi Arabia. The two are not connected. No, truly. 

Newcastle's fans welcomed the club's new proprietors as its heros. Their allure lay not just in isolating Mike Ashley, the detested previous owner, from the club, however in the guarantee of what the new proprietors may do: Rich cash in the group, impel it toward the culmination of the Chief Association, satisfy the aspirations in general and the fantasies of the forbearing for a given benefit of anguish fan base. 

The juxtaposition of the two was interested. It was Newcastle, a group currently claimed for nonsporting purposes by what is undoubtedly not the monetary arm of a country express, that was depicted as living a type of imagination. It was Norwich, a group which is run with a drawn out arrangement, an unmistakable vision and no little warmth, that was defending its reality in the Head Association. 

These are, obviously, the incorrect way around. Norwich ought to be held up as the optimistic model — in origination, if not in outcomes — rather than Newcastle. However at that point this is a game that hates silver awards. It's anything but an industry, an environment, that is skilled at measuring similar achievement, at understanding that there isn't just a single victor, and tons of failures, however that heaps of groups can win or lose contingent upon their own points of view. It's anything but a spot that completely gets a handle on the possibility that the excursion matters plus or minus as much as the objective. 

It might well have been simpler for Spain to enjoy some little the keepsakes the group was turned in Milan in light of the conditions in which they had been achieved: in the last of the Countries Association, a competition that is only a stage over a presentation competition. All competitors are serious, however it is improbable that Luis Enrique and his crew were encountering similar kind of distress as Britain's players at Wembley this mid year. 

However, all things considered, maybe it indicates an unobtrusive change in the scene, away from the merciless, lose-lose conviction that triumph can take just one structure and that all the other things is thusly essentially disappointment, degraded and dishonorable. At times, coming in second is an accomplishment in itself. Getting a handle on that, you sense, may make the game somewhat better, somewhat more joyful, as entirety.


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