The Never-Ending Footballer: A Journalist's Mental Rolodex is Full
As I watched last Saturday's Match of the Day, my mind wandered back to the countless footballers I've seen over the years. It was a thrill to watch a player make their debut for the first time, like Loum Tchaouna at Turf Moor, scoring with a brilliant shot from distance. But it's not just the new faces that keep me entertained – it's the never-ending influx of players that threaten to overwhelm my mental Rolodex.
I've spent years developing a mental database of footballers, and while it's been a fun journey, I'm starting to feel like I'm at capacity. The more I watch, the harder it is to commit new names and faces to memory. It's as if I'm running out of disk space in my brain – I need to save the entire 1987 QPR squad to the cloud!
The problem isn't just about keeping track of players' appearances or performances; it's about remembering their individual characteristics, careers, and stories. Take Eli Kroupi, for example, who recently scored his first goal against Crystal Palace. Without doing a quick Google search, I wouldn't have remembered his name or anything about him.
This phenomenon is not unique to me, of course. Football fans everywhere struggle with the same issue – our brains are wired to absorb and process information at an incredible rate, making it impossible to keep up with the constant stream of new players. It's as if we're constantly trying to add new data points to a mental spreadsheet, but never actually deleting or updating existing ones.
The solution, I'm told, lies in technology – investing in cloud storage, apps, and other tools designed to help us manage our mental Rolodex. But for now, I'll just have to keep watching, learning, and trying to recall the names of all those footballers who've made an impact on my life.
For me, that includes some of the unsung heroes of the game – players like Kevin Drinkell, Dale Gordon, and Wayne Biggins, who may not have been household names but left a lasting impression nonetheless. And then there are the nostalgic favorites: Gary Mabbutt talking about diabetes on Zig Zag, or Teddy Sheringham scoring crucial goals for Forest.
As I look back on my life as a football fan, it's clear that this never-ending influx of players has been both a blessing and a curse. It's allowed me to appreciate the game in all its complexity and diversity, but also left me feeling like I'm drowning in a sea of faces and names.
Perhaps that's what being old is – feeling like we're running out of room for new memories, new experiences, and new footballers to love. But even as my mental Rolodex fills up, I know I'll keep watching, learning, and trying to recall the next great goal, the next unforgettable moment in the beautiful game.
As I watched last Saturday's Match of the Day, my mind wandered back to the countless footballers I've seen over the years. It was a thrill to watch a player make their debut for the first time, like Loum Tchaouna at Turf Moor, scoring with a brilliant shot from distance. But it's not just the new faces that keep me entertained – it's the never-ending influx of players that threaten to overwhelm my mental Rolodex.
I've spent years developing a mental database of footballers, and while it's been a fun journey, I'm starting to feel like I'm at capacity. The more I watch, the harder it is to commit new names and faces to memory. It's as if I'm running out of disk space in my brain – I need to save the entire 1987 QPR squad to the cloud!
The problem isn't just about keeping track of players' appearances or performances; it's about remembering their individual characteristics, careers, and stories. Take Eli Kroupi, for example, who recently scored his first goal against Crystal Palace. Without doing a quick Google search, I wouldn't have remembered his name or anything about him.
This phenomenon is not unique to me, of course. Football fans everywhere struggle with the same issue – our brains are wired to absorb and process information at an incredible rate, making it impossible to keep up with the constant stream of new players. It's as if we're constantly trying to add new data points to a mental spreadsheet, but never actually deleting or updating existing ones.
The solution, I'm told, lies in technology – investing in cloud storage, apps, and other tools designed to help us manage our mental Rolodex. But for now, I'll just have to keep watching, learning, and trying to recall the names of all those footballers who've made an impact on my life.
For me, that includes some of the unsung heroes of the game – players like Kevin Drinkell, Dale Gordon, and Wayne Biggins, who may not have been household names but left a lasting impression nonetheless. And then there are the nostalgic favorites: Gary Mabbutt talking about diabetes on Zig Zag, or Teddy Sheringham scoring crucial goals for Forest.
As I look back on my life as a football fan, it's clear that this never-ending influx of players has been both a blessing and a curse. It's allowed me to appreciate the game in all its complexity and diversity, but also left me feeling like I'm drowning in a sea of faces and names.
Perhaps that's what being old is – feeling like we're running out of room for new memories, new experiences, and new footballers to love. But even as my mental Rolodex fills up, I know I'll keep watching, learning, and trying to recall the next great goal, the next unforgettable moment in the beautiful game.