Day Brazilian Samba bowed down to Classical Polka

Yesterday Fifa World Cup came to a close in Brazil. Most of us watched all the 64 entertaining matches.

Each and every match had it own intrigues and stood out from the other. However, no team, including those we may rank as weak got a beat down of their life time like the one Brazil got from Germany.

7-1 is not the kind of score line one would associate with big teams in the World Cup.

Unfortunately, that was the thrashing that Germany Subjected Brazil to. This, if you ask me was the game many will not forget in the entire World Cup.

Like most football enthusiasts, watching Brazil get thrashed was a really painful experience.

The pundits for once were stopped in their tracks. The problem is not losing but losing badly.

If one has to lose, lose with pride and blame it on the referee, but at 7-1 score on home turf is just plumbing for loss from new record depths.

I quickly discovered that dissecting the mental clichés governing football prowess is much like figuring out how to eat an artichoke using google search.

This is what I learnt. The Germans were merely keeping up to their standard of excellence and resilience.

Football losers

This time the venue was not engineering but Football.

Team Work is a sure bet anytime against gallant Heroism. I hope the CORD brigade is reading this. We watched as furious footed Brazilian passion lost to calculated German strategy and mindfulness.

That Germanic national dedication to precision and efficiency played out proverbial on the football pitch.

Domiciled in a country of perennial football losers, we are accustomed to humiliating defeats. No matter how much passion fans express in support of Harambee Stars, it has been one trying loss over and again.

It has been a case of emotional investment gone bust and scarred. Only recently Kenyan rugby fans suffered a humiliating blow when the national rugby team, one game shy of a historic world cup qualification, lost to Zimbabwe at the 11th hour.

For the German team perfection not flair was the objective. Remember these are the guys whose dance is the Polka. The German Polka has a unique ribald flair that no gyrating Samba move can match.

What counts

I concede despite my inbred prejudices that the Samba this time around bowed to the Polka.

I learnt, that in cut throat competition, one needs more than emotional energy to get out of a tight spot. Primitive energy will only take you so far.

On the other hand the organic nature of the Samba has a way of titillating but football is not the carnival. End result is what count.

What can national music tell us about sporting prowess? Order brings results. Organisation translates to efficiency. Passion can only take you so far in sport as millions of Brazilians proved in the 2014 World Cup.

If music indeed dictates a collective cultural personality, then a blend of classical moves and fiery passion maybe worth betting on long term.

A blend of fiery and jaunty classical with a burst of raw energy.