For, of course, being a man, one’s whole meaning in life consisted in the achievement of an absolute , a perfect, a pure and noble dignity and honor. Zidane, the world-class master of football, of life as well, put himself into a paradox position unprepared, by presenting the choice to the world, in this sleepless night. His spasm of anger broke our breathe in the high-spirited sporting. This thirty-four years old gentleman revolted aggressively as if he was an inexperienced innocent, almost vaguely conscious. Wearing an outrageous and guilt-ridden air, entwined together, the ill-mannered disciplined man escaped with attainable dream unattained. He spoiled the match and made himself unfulfilled.

A man is man.

The memory of all blissful moments we have enjoyed with him come crowding over me, and a sudden thought bubbled over my head: there is no more to define him “a godlike mortal”. What is done can not be undone. I will wait, I am not patient, I will wait. Finally, out of the woods.