Most soccer (football) fans have already seen the new Nike Football commercial featuring Drogba, Cannavaro, Rooney, Ribery, Ronaldinho, and Cristiano Ronaldo. I know that you want to see it again, so here you go:
I’ve watched it myself about a dozen times over the past couple of weeks, sharing it with as many people as I can think of. It’s just fascinating to think that gods and goats can be formed on the pitch in a matter of seconds. 
If Zidane’s header off of Buffon’s glove in the 2006 Final would have struck home, we would be telling our children about the spectacular honor we had to have been able to see the greatest player of a generation, in his finest moment. Instead, the save was made, Materazzi disparaged his sister, and Zidane left the pitch and his shot at immortality on the table.
Without a doubt, my favorite scene in the Nike commercial is Wayne Rooney’s flash forward into a bleak future, where his errant past has caused the end of his professional football career, the collapse of the British economy, and the continuance of the fatalistic dread that England’s fans have become so comfortable with every four years. As he steps out of his pikey trailer (Snatch
My first thought was that the artist singing was Matisyahu
Wrong.
In Nike’s quest to Write the Future, they took a page directly from the past. The band is from the 1970s, by way of the Netherlands, and goes by the name of Focus
I’m not sure who looks more ridiculous:
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What a way to start the Cup.
Rock on, rock flute.
