Abram,
Just to illustrate further, here's the opening lines of today's Times sports
report on a football match.[Liverpool v Chelsea] How on earth could this be
understood without massive imaginative simulation? [Stephen?] And without
mainly imaginative memories of football matches?
"John Arne Riise stood doubled over in his tiny corner of football hell.
Agony engulfed him. One by one, teammates offered a pat on the back, a
handshake, or just a touch, some form of human contact to show they cared.
None of it did much good. He walked, step by aching step, to the sanctuary
of the dressing-room, discarding bits of the apparatus of the professional
footballer as he went. A tie-up here, a shin pad there.
He clamped down on his water bottle and held it between his teeth, like a
bit to stop him gnawing through his bottom lip. A camera zoomed in to show
muscles around his eyes and mouth tensing as his mind worked overtime. He
looked like Harold Shand being driven to his execution in the final scenes
of The Long Good Friday. A replay of every mistake he had made to get there
was showing on his face."
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agi
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