Watching the players for the World Cup lined up proudly singing
the anthem of their nation, some seeming sure of the words, some maybe not so sure,
you sense their pride, hope and faith.
After the game, watching men and women and their children
unashamedly weeping in defeat you wonder.
People say sport is a kind of war, described in terms of attack and defence, beginning with pride and naturally ending with
tears for somebody. People say too that sport is a substitute for war - with your games of win and lose you can dissolve real
enmities in life - if ever you feel
like scraping notches on your gun
commemorating real deaths of real people who have never done you a bit of real harm
then you may find opposition and victory in a reasonable substitute. Sad business war, always . Sad business sport, but only
sometimes.
But sport as an image
of real war never, as it were, completely leaves the field. They say one of the
aims of the European Union was to do away with wars between European
nations but memories and images of a bloody past still remain.
Even in sport. The French national anthem has this :
Arise, children of the Fatherland,The day of glory has arrived!
Against us, tyranny's
Bloody standard is raised,
Do you hear, in the countryside,
The roar of those ferocious soldiers?
They're coming right into your arms
To cut the throats of your sons, your women!
To arms, citizens,
Form your battalions,
Let's march, let's march!
Let an impure blood
Water our furrows!
And that even at the start of a football match !The roar of those ferocious soldiers?
They're coming right into your arms
To cut the throats of your sons, your women!
To arms, citizens,
Form your battalions,
Let's march, let's march!
Let an impure blood
Water our furrows!
The Belgian national anthem is a bit more gracious :
O dear Belgium, O holy land of the fathers –
Our soul and our heart are devoted to you!
With blood to spill for you, O fatherland!
We swear with one cry – You shall live!
So gladly bloom in beauty full,
Into what freedom has taught you to be,
And evermore shall sing your sons:
The King, the Law, the Liberty!
Faithful to the word that you may speak boldly,
For King, for Freedom and for Law!
To Law and King and Freedom, hail!
The King, the Law, the Liberty !
Our soul and our heart are devoted to you!
With blood to spill for you, O fatherland!
We swear with one cry – You shall live!
So gladly bloom in beauty full,
Into what freedom has taught you to be,
And evermore shall sing your sons:
The King, the Law, the Liberty!
Faithful to the word that you may speak boldly,
For King, for Freedom and for Law!
To Law and King and Freedom, hail!
The King, the Law, the Liberty !
The anthem of Russia, the 2018 World Cup host nation,
seems more civil also:
Russia – our sacred state,Russia – our beloved country.
A mighty will, a great glory –
Yours forever for all time!
Be glorious, our
free Fatherland,
Ancient union of brotherly peoples,
Ancestor-given wisdom of the people!
Be glorious, our country! We are proud of you.
Ancient union of brotherly peoples,
Ancestor-given wisdom of the people!
Be glorious, our country! We are proud of you.
The English
anthem is less about the Fatherland, Motherland , Nation, and more about
the Monarch, which is a fair reflection of a British constitutional position:
God save our
gracious Queen!
Long live our noble Queen!
God save the Queen!
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us:
God save the Queen!
Long live our noble Queen!
God save the Queen!
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us:
God save the Queen!
O Lord our God arise,
Scatter her enemies,
And make them fall:
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks,
On Thee our hopes we fix:
God save us all. (This verse is often left out)
Scatter her enemies,
And make them fall:
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks,
On Thee our hopes we fix:
God save us all. (This verse is often left out)
In basic laws of
England power resides in the Monarch,
with the Monarch devolving power to the Lords, Commons. A British writer described this distribution of
power as being held together not by a
formal integrated written Constitution but by
a kind of "gentleman's agreement" that the monarch will never grab power. This was his reply to the suggestion that the
British basic laws could too easily be taken over in a coup d'état by a
faction supported by the army ! Without breaking a single British foundation
law too. But of course a "gentleman's agreement" is hardly a
citizens' safeguard if the coup
d'etat is organised by Gentlemen
! The British national anthem refers to
the monarch "frustrating the
knavish tricks " of his or her enemies - but not to the people subverting
a monarch's knavish tricks if any should occur!
The Belgian anthem does a nice job of making a fine
balance however between monarch, law, liberty, freedom, singing :
The King, the Law, the Liberty!
Faithful to the word that you may speak boldly,
For King, for Freedom and for Law!
To Law and King and Freedom, hail!
The King, the Law, the Liberty!
So Belgians seem intent on shifting the primacy of monarch,
law and freedom around a fair bit so as
not to let monarch, law or even liberty
get too free a hand over people!Faithful to the word that you may speak boldly,
For King, for Freedom and for Law!
To Law and King and Freedom, hail!
The King, the Law, the Liberty!
Croatia has a nice anthem :
"Our beautiful homeland,
so fearless and gracious,
Our fathers' ancient
glory,
May you be happy for
ever.
Beloved , how glorious you are,
You are beloved, our only one.
Beloved wherever you are plain,
Beloved, wherever you are mountain."
It has been suggested
we should remove the blood-letting bits of our national
anthems , including Ireland's. Sporting people ( be a sport !, they say) have
the choice then, sing an anthem that reflects present courtesy for your opponents and respect for yourselves ,
come what may, or repeat on the playing fields the desire to settle old scores
or wage war against enemies who haven't even appeared yet.
No harm for Real Sports to take a lead.
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