Don't look back, champion

Photo: AP/Tanjug

I had a strange dream last night. In the early hours' dream, injustice appeared to me, with my eyes closed I felt anger and helplessness. A spasm on my face and a blow to reality... Man... Well... Well, I'm not dreaming. I look at the bottom of reality, at the human abyss. I watch a lost mob losing its humanity without a moment's hesitation. I see a man who must admit defeat that is not defeat. I watch reason fly out the window, while disgraceful force comes in.

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A huge wound. This is not treatable, this is to be defeated. What to think of a host who invited you to their home and then started harassing you in the hallway? Then they called on other members of the household to harass you too - why are you in their house?

You invited me, people. I wouldn't have come if you hadn't invited me. I respected the rules of your house, did what you asaked. It's your house, your rules. I will always remember your house, I helped it, celebrated with you, rejoiced and spoke the truth, could this be a misunderstanding?

It doesn't seem to be a misunderstanding. It's rudeness of a higher order. A champion can do everything on the court, but cannot go against the madness outside it.

It's OK, don't anything back to him. Everything he gave you, he gave because he wanted to. It's unlikely there will be an outstretched hand after all this. It is now lowered to the pocket level, clenched into a fist.

One don't lose a true friend easily, but when that happens, then it's over forever. Anger doesn’t last long, but indifference is what hurts, and as of today, the champion doesn’t know your house.

Neither the champion nor the champion's people. You didn't even mange to make it to the finish line by force. And, you had a mace in your hands. Now it's too late for words, it's too late for everything.

It's too late for words, and very much so for deeds, because we've already seen them.

Painful deeds, an unnecessary fall. Your sh*tshow has come to an end, and better times are coming. The ink will not fade, there is no other parchment, this contract will be valid forever.

Nine times the name of the champion was announced, nine times the same fingerprints on the trophy, and now let someone else see to taking the title. That someone knows that he is probably not worthy of it. That someone knows that the champion, having gone through one calvary to the next, would still have be the number one favorite. The name of the champion in Melbourne is not fleeting, you better throw away that trophy because all of it is made up of his name.

No respect, you don't need tradition, so make a new trophy, so that it doesn't remind you of what you have done - you lost a great friend and a great champion.

The people did not have a say here, they let the politicians own their eyes. Those glances at the departing plane and at the champion came from someone else's head. The heads of several people who didn't read their own rules, so they quickly invented new ones.

Rotten brains of the unreasonable. Nothing is more rotten than scoring small-time points and nothing more rude than giving wrong explanations.

In the middle of the hallway, under enemy fire in the house of yesterday's friend, the other guests wisely kept silent. Only they know the reasons. They didn't feel uncomfortable.

"This is ugly" and "this is unpleasant" was heard from time to time from the living room, while the music from the big party overpowered everything.

If the champion was the one spoiling your little masquerade, it was best that he didn'tt enter.

If the champion was the one who set a bad example, then you have a bad value system.

If there is truth, you have hidden it.

If there are words, then, this is a disgrace.

If there is justice, it must have fallen asleep.

Don't look back, champion, you don't need that house anymore, anyway.

Don't look back, champion, let them look at your back.

If you were the kind that looked back, champion, you wouldn't be a champion.

Some things cannot be taken away from some people.

(Telegraf.rs)