Ballon d’or (RTE1)
IT was to some extent a surprise that Ada Hegerberg, the winner of the first Ballon d’or for women’s football, was asked by presenter Martin Solveig if she knew “how to twerk”. Yet there was also a terrible inevitability to it.
I’ve seen a few of these things in my time, these gala occasions staged by and for the executive classes of football, and I can tell you that on the whole, they are not good. They are bad.
Be it the draw for the FIFA World Cup, or the UEFA Champions League, or this presentation in Paris of the Ballon d’or, there is this overwhelming sense of corporate self-love, of an essentially simple procedure being inflated beyond all understanding.
It is no consolation to Ada Hegerberg that the most triumphant moment of her life may have been ruined by this disc jockey talking about twerking, but it must be said that in these ceremonies as a rule, all of humanity is diminished.
Yes, even the most ardent of human rights activists, finding himself on the stage looking at the assembled sports administrators and their ilk, could possibly lose his bearings and find himself