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A review by moholub
The Striker and the Clock: On Being in the Game by Georgia Cloepfil
5.0
It is hard to explain the exact mixture of nostalgia, joy, and melancholy this book wrung out of me in it's short but powerful pages.
It is hard to explain the feeling of being an athlete in memory, in learned movements and redirected passion, in stories and instincts and past-tense, but Georgia Cloepfil put into words what bangs around in my heart when I think of soccer. A lyrical and poignant tribute to the beautiful game and the people it turns into players, into teams, into champions, and eventually back into people. Both what that means, and how that feels, is a shared experience among athletes that we are never quite sure how to share; a little death all our own. Thank you, Georgia, for shining a light on this unique grief.
Like the game, the ticking clock of turning pages was leading me to an ending I wasn't sure I wanted to reach yet. Give me one more minute, one more chapter in the environment of the game, in the feeling. But the clock winds down.
It is hard to explain the feeling of being an athlete in memory, in learned movements and redirected passion, in stories and instincts and past-tense, but Georgia Cloepfil put into words what bangs around in my heart when I think of soccer. A lyrical and poignant tribute to the beautiful game and the people it turns into players, into teams, into champions, and eventually back into people. Both what that means, and how that feels, is a shared experience among athletes that we are never quite sure how to share; a little death all our own. Thank you, Georgia, for shining a light on this unique grief.
Like the game, the ticking clock of turning pages was leading me to an ending I wasn't sure I wanted to reach yet. Give me one more minute, one more chapter in the environment of the game, in the feeling. But the clock winds down.