The Matador Mario Kempis

For those of us, who loved and played this beautiful jogo (game). Its sheer pleasure to watch

Mario Kempis legend unknown, his flair and expertise, his talent and hard work bear fruits

When The Matador destroyed the Dutch in 1978 World Cup You never hear of true legends, they are hidden. Perhaps they never craved for fame or the Golden calf, content in the joy of living, the joy of football. Reminiscent of my fave novelist .Richard Bach novels " Jonathan L SeaGull" when hundred hours. nay. thousand hours and more of practice, practice. The profusion of sweat and tears. and then something happens you cross over into the bounds of sublime and align with the Devine. there is no emotional upheavals, the anguish, the misery, revenge or aggression-just the joy of football and no human can touch you. watch him play. We can imbibe some of it in our lives.. --“For most gulls it was not flying that matters, but eating. For this gull, though, it was not eating that mattered, but flight.” “Like everything else, Fletcher. Practice.” -Richard Bach