Lysergic Amusements (Zenit 3-2 Benfica)


Sometimes a Champions League game is beyond words: ancestral, hypnotic, edging towards the grotesque, lowering the head like a hen, tossing it like a stag—the Portuguese lizard and the Russian hyena, unkillable soccer-forms, wandering creepily into the enemy’s territory; amidst such extravagant, throbbing horror there could be no slippage towards ordinary plausibility, like in the medical preferences of the Third Reich or a lysergic blues by Janis Joplin. ♦

→ Janis Joplin, Down On Me (1967)

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