Bal­lon d’or (RTE1)

Sunday Independent (Ireland) - Living - - GUIDE -

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

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