Ever heard of Catenacio? In footballing lexicon, it’s an intense defensive formation meant to scruff the wind out of the opposition’s forward line. Legendary Italian defenders of yesteryears were the chief proponents of it, and it’s still visible in many coaching manuals today, albeit modified, famously of a certain Jose Mourinho.
It’s been twice today that I’ve come across the term. First, at the BOSM Sports Quiz, where our jolly old quizmasters showed us a picture of the formation asking us to identify it, and then at the football grounds where the PEC defenders played their part in imitating the Nesta-Maldini duo. The quiz was fun- good participation, good questions, and off-course our good old quizmasters. Wish I could say the same for the match, but I just can’t; and it’s got nothing to do with the result.
BITS won 3-1, and progressed to the semis. As a football fanatic, I’ve grown up watching videos of Cruyff’s total football, followed Madrid’s Galacticos, and admired Barca’s ‘el triplete’. To me football has been about blinding moves, beautiful passes and breathtaking goals. Perhaps it’s flawed thinking. Perhaps results are all that matter. Either ways, defensively aggressive and overtly physical sides make for boring spectatorship. And that’s what the BITS-PEC match was. With PEC throwing all their muscle at BITS, the match was mostly about midfield scuffles, pushes and pulls. The only flashes of brilliance produced goals for the home team, which although exhausted, will take heart from the fact that they can match up with the more physical sides as well.
Till now, in all my posts, I’ve talked of sports like basketball, volleyball, and now football- probably the more followed sports globally. It’s not deliberate; just that I probably found they made for more scintillating viewing. Not surprisingly, I was debating with a friend as to how I hadn’t attended TT matches cause they didn’t excite me enough. Having been ordered to sit through one, my previously rigid views were shattered, as I saw myself hooting and cheering; appreciating delicate ‘chops’, and jumping at rallies which went our way. Owe her a treat now.
As the night quietly slips into obscurity, as the end of the fest draws nearer, we’re here in FD II QT, lazing around the grass patches, listening to the Music Club perform in the ‘Western Music Nite’. There’s quite a few of us here- BITSians and non BITSians, singing in little groups, the camaderie for everyone to see. This night captures all that the fest stands for in a few musical words.
Courtesy: English Press Club, BITS, Pilani.