Pre-Match Report by Mr. Horace Harker.
Exclusive!
From our Special Correspondent, Mr. Horace Harker, of the Central Press Syndicate.
BODMIN June 24.
In the early hours of this morning I, Horace Harker, was summoned from my
slumbers by a telegram. Your correspondent, as assiduous as ever in the pursuit
of his Profession , forthwith dressed, summoned a cab and presented himself at
the door of 221b Baker Street.
What transpired there has, at the express invitation of the
Great Detective, Mr. Sherlock Holmes,brought me hither from my little
Kensington backwater of 131, Pitt Street to the very centre of the Great
Grimpen Mire, on the Dartmoor, in the
County of Devonshire.
Kind Reader! Even your correspondent was aghast, struck
dumb, rendered speechless and in need of a restorative brandy by the spectacle
that greeted his world-weary eyes.
For there, impossibly, at the end of a freshly dug,
rough-hewn highway across the Moor stood a veritable Amphitheatre, a Colossal
Stadium, a Circus Maximus of which your very builders of the Ancient World
would have been proud.
As if blithely
dismissive of that treacherous ground, “The Chasm” (for that is its
appellation, nay the agnomen of this singular edifice) stands immovably rooted firmly to the deepest subterranean
bedrock upon Titanic piles driven by the most Gargantuan engines our Empire may
afford.
This, dear Reader, I , Horace Harker, humble journeyman ,
was now given to understand had been expressly constructed by order of Her
Majesty’s Government to house what promises to be the Match of the Century.
Fear not! Harker will be there to witness and
report on your behalf every twist and turn, every kick, foul, penalty and goal,
every morsel of the 90 minute struggle between ( I do not exaggerate!) True
Leviathans out to win The Reichenbach
Challenge Trophy!
But a few brief hours from now, as the sun goes down,
gigantic generators of proportions never attempted before are set
to whir into life flooding the darkening arena with an Electrical Illumination
to rival Sol Himself!
THEN! Oh, faithful Reader, shall two teams take the field,
each in its own inclination La Crème de la Crème.
For the Empire! For
Our Beloved Queen Victoria! Playing for all that is civilised, lawful and of
good report: BRITANNIA, trained by Mr. Mycroft (‘Diogenes’) Holmes.
For the Underworld! For the Napoleon of Crime! Playing on
behalf of all that is nefarious, evil
and of dastardly report: TENEBRAE, trained by James (“The Professor”) Moriarty.
As I write this pre-match report, M. Alphonse Bertillon of
The Prefecture of Police in Paris, is completing essential Anthropometric tests
on all team members to confirm identities. Referee. James Mcfarland of the
American Pinkerton Detective Agency is giving last minute guidance to his
assistants.
Harker Readers!
Humbly proud am I to represent you at pitch-side as witness to this Epic
Encounter. I dare say, in the corridors of Westminster, in every Royal Palace,
at the remotest corners of our far-flung Empire, from Kandahar to Winnipeg,
from Mafeking to Adelaide (Ay! Even upon the High Plateau of Tibet!) there
kneel in prayer all who carry the torch of Virtue in their hearts,
beseeching The Almighty to take the field in the red and gold battalions of
BRITANNIA.!
Defeat is unthinkable. When our stalwarts engage the
black-suited horde of TENEBRAE no
quarter will be given or expected. The
Game’s Afoot!
This is Horace Harker of the Central Press Syndicate – your
Man On The Spot.
STOP PRESS!!
I have just been handed a copy of the Team Sheet and starting
Line-up!
BRITANNIA
Italy may have won in 2012
but Pietro Venucci would not score a penalty against Mrs. Hudson!
Postscript: "Playing The Game" is something new for me. I am a strong advocate of more literary analysis of Doyle's original stories as artistic constructs. See my previous posts on SCAND & EMPT and watch for my forthcoming "Moriarty- the Final Problem".
So the genesis of 'Reichenbach Challenge Cup' and its critical value fascinate me.
Euro2012 and current musing on Moriarty blended in my mind like the images of a metaphor and resulted in my creating complete lists of virtuous and vicious characters as player pools.
Such a process involves a lot of refresh reading and assessment.
4 4 2 for both team line-ups seemed the most elegant pattern.
Names for the teams went through a long process starting with 'Good City' v 'Evil United' (Bunyanesque) evolving through eg: 'Illuminati', 'Underworld'....I settled on 'Tenebrae' (the shadows) as a delicious word that also sounded like a mid-European football team. 'Britannia' came last as a better all-encompassing nomination than 'Queen's'.
Key characters had to figure but in character. Hence, Moriarty and Mycroft as schemer managers came first.
Mrs. Hudson was first onto my team sheet, followed by Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.
Crocker (whom I see as Jack London) and Lestrade seemed strong complements to Holmes and Watson in forward attack and at the centre of defence.
Beppo leapt up next as the ideal comic opposite of Mrs. Hudson to keep goal.
Other particularly delightful choices (for me) were: Irene Adler (who would have partnered Holmes but, finally, I realised she was more faithfully effective as 'unavailable, on compassionate leave' (to marry). The 2 supersubs. And I remember wanting to include Tonga somehow - but he'd be too farcical on the field and when the notion of having Bertillon check identities came to me, I realised the comedy of Tonga as disqualified by reason of failed test.
Having listed Bertillon and the neutral Pinkerton agents as match officials, I cast about for a match reporter and realised how grateful Horace Harker would be to be offered exclusive rights by Holmes himself after missing his scoop in SIXN.
The last idea to come to me (after completing the team sheets) was a development of naming Harker coupled with a sense the post would benefit from pictures.
'Twas here the fun (for me) really started - I heard Harker's voice clearly and wrote as it were to his dictation, allowing him to promote himself ad extremis as well as write with respectable literacy. I suspect we shall hear from him again, as I sense a rich vein not yet worked out.
So> playing the game - yes. But along with it accrued the benefits of renewed detailed knowledge of Doyle's originals and a singular intimacy with his creations.
Ray WIlcockson 25. June, 2012.
Great post! By coincidence, during a break at Scintillation of Scions V a very similar idea to your post was discussed by myself and a few other attendees. Instead of football/soccer though, we imagined a canonical Baseball game. Following a similar 'good guys' versus 'villains' format, we imagined about as far as the line-up and field positions of the villains as well as the line-up of the 'good guys' before the conference was called back to order and the ultimate fantasy baseball game was (temporarily) shelved. Whether football or baseball, this is an excellent example of playing The Game!
ReplyDeleteTime to dust off the Index marked "Bodmin Bowl"? I'd like to see that. I have appended an extended Postscript on Playing The Gane in reply to your kind comment.
ReplyDeleteGreat fun! I put together a Classic Romans vs. Classic Greeks World Series of Baseball a few years ago. For the Greeks, Zeus batted last because he was the pitcher, and in the batting order, the pitcher 9th in the batting order. Athena was the catcher. Odysseus played shortstop.
ReplyDeleteThankyou,Jean! As you know, it IS great fun and a voyage of discovery, complementing literary criticism.
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