I know Bernard Henri Levi has his fans — though I’m not really one of them. But, jiminy jillikers, this is pretentious prattle. Here’s the opening of his piece in the Wall Street Journal on that soccer head-butt thing:

PARIS–Here is one of the greatest players of all time, a legend, a myth for the entire planet, and universally acclaimed. Here is a champion who, in front of two billion people, was putting the final touches on one of the most extraordinary sagas in soccer’s history.
Here is a man of providence, a savior, who was sought out, like Achilles in his tent of grudge and rage, because he was believed to be the only one who could avert his countrymen’s fated decline. Better yet, he’s a super-Achilles who–unlike Homer’s–did not wait for an Agamemnon (in the guise of coach Raymond Domenech) to come begging him to re-enlist; rather, he decided himself, spontaneously, after having “heard” a voice calling him, to come back from his Spanish exile and–putting his luminous armor back on, and flanked by his faithful Myrmidons (Makelele, Vieira, Thuram)–reverse the new Achaeans’ ill fortune and allow them to successfully pull together.
And then this valiant knight who is a hair’s breadth from victory and just minutes from the end of a historic match (and of a career that will carry him into the Pantheon of stadium-gods after Pelé, Platini and Maradona); this giant who, like the Titans of the ancient world, has known Glory, then Exile, then Return and Redemption; this redeemer, this blue angel dressed in white, who had only the very last steps to scale to enter Olympus for good, commits a crazy incomprehensible act that amounts to disqualification from the soccer ritual–the final image of him that will go down in history and, in lieu of apotheosis, will cast him into hell.

Me: I’m not one of those people who says “it’s just a game” because I understand that sports are a really big part of some peoples lives. But there’s room between “it’s just a game” and this absurd nonsense, sorry, Nonsense, with a capital N. Capitalized words are Important in the sense that they convey the fact we are discussing Very Important Things. I have confirmed this with my Myrmidons, Couch and Cosmo.