Perhaps it is not tamed Wikingergen from early Scandinavia, which occasionally hervorbricht. Twice a year, namely, at Christmas and on New Year's morning, held in the Kirkwall Ba 'games instead. Kirkwall is the capital of the Orkneys, the Ba 'Games are regarded as a game in which a leather ball, the Ba', in particular must be brought Heimtor. When one door is a gabled house, the other is a large part of the tennis court dock.
At stake are two teams that are "Uppies" from the Upper and the Doonies from the Lower City. The teams only come together for this event, anyone can join, it will never be trained, and there are no rules. The whole thing is a kind of inner-city rugby, whose roots, as I said, in the Vikings past the Scots lies. That explains a lot.
FOUND IN ... mareDie Journal Issue No. seas. 71Titelthema: GrönlandDez. 2008 / Feb. 2009Aktuelles Issue bestellenwww.mare.deZum example why suddenly prominent citizens to be barbarians. "They cut the skull that literally," wondered a foreign reporter a few years ago. At least two days a year. On Christmas Ba 'and New Year Ba' come before Kirkwall window heavy oak slabs, of ship rivets held together. The doors will be finger-thick planks verrammelt, the newspapers suggest that children are not on the road to leave. In the churches in which the candles of the shop owners and homeowners are greatest, gather more people than usual? supposedly, because this Christmas it was standard practice.
Before the Kirkwall Ba 'games as Miami before a hurricane.
Soon the head rolls
What a wonderful New Year's morning. The sun is shining as a ball over the St. Magnus Cathedral in the heart of Kirkwall. On the square in front of it, the "Mercat Cross", the Market Cross, waiting for the thousands of people. Laughter, whiskey, beer, wine. Popular mood, the hearts are free and happy. Soon the head rolls.
The City Council's voice trembles. "Dear fellow citizens of Kirkwall!" He faces his town hall, whose lower part has a couple of days in a tank made of wood and metal connector. The City holds the ball firmly under his arm. Before that, in the midst of the finely dressed weight, see it at the 200 rotgesichtige men. In contrast to the spectators around them räudige wear jerseys and trousers. This is the "mob". Shoulder to shoulder urge them to work closely Fanchor like an embrace.
"Fuck you, asshole! You renk my arm out!"
Starr looks the mob of men now on the Kirchturmuhr, whispering among them the countdown. 13, the clock bell, clock section 13 of the City Council raises the ball point 13 clock screams on the pack. "Yeah!" Arms up fast, they spread the ball forward, just as it is close to the bronze bas-relief is to be seen: men, the ball on them like a dark, demonic Planet. Legs are proposing to meet fists. The ball flies in a beautiful arc, directly in their midst. He is sinking in their throats. More than 4000 pounds, the inhabitants of the relief donated Uppies how Doonies. A good example of concord.
"Reiss his ear, Brian!"
"Break his bones, Mick!"
"Get him ready, John!"
Kicking against the skull of the tyrant
The ball in question, is deeply hidden in the crowd. There was once a severed head, in any case, if the Histörchen believes that here, "the delightful old tale" means that the "delightful old story." Consequently, there were in the ancient times before a tyrant, which looked pretty silly. He had two huge incisors, so that it all just "Tusker" tusk, called it. The hatred of the people eventually forced him to flee, but the fear of his return was great. So did a young Recke to finally subdue him. The head of the tyrant, he returned home, there was great joy.
But not for long: Because of the head, loosely attached at the saddle, swung back and forth, had the prominent teeth, the hero a few arge torn wounds in the leg. With toil and hardship, he reached the Market Cross in the St. Magnus Cathedral in Kirkwall, with their last strength, he threw the cheering crowd hated the head. Then he faded. The people, however, upset about this last act of the tyrant, whose skull kickte by Kirkwall streets. This is the origin of the Ba 'games. Some patriots are actually a few historical short passes to the end of the football legend attributed to this.
"Doonies, Doonies, do it!" "Up, up, Uppies!" "He bleeds, he bleeds! Medic!"
To the 200 men have verknäult still fight it to the cathedral, where about half an hour before the throw was. On the edge are the women who are friends of the fighters. They howl, shriek, they shout battle cries, and when they think nobody sees it, she joined the formidable opponent in the ass. But come the furies of the maelstrom of bodies too close, it sucks the inexorable one. Then they must be happy, if they are given only the hair disheveled. The mass undulates times in one, sometimes in the other direction, but do not actually happen. Sometimes a scream is rising to the sky, that one's blood freezes. But half as bad, only a few abrasions, a broken nose, an arm ausgerenkter here and there.
Broken nose: "He had yet zuhauen"
"In my opinion, is the Ba 'is a crazy, brutal humiliating spectacle. Why do the authorities allow, is a mystery. There is no science, no rules, no sports or whatever in it. Nothing. It is absolutely disgusting!" The man who says, says David Horne and adopted as an old inhabitant of many Kirkwall Ba 'Games. He had retired, the proud with since his youth hardly missed a game.
"Goddamnaaaahhhh !!!"" Uhhhhrrrgh!" "Carrying him out!"
What a beautiful morning. The hands in his pockets, eyes veiled, Billy Jolly stands on the edge. Of course he would be happy here. In the mob, whose center smoke rises, smoke signals from dünstendem men sweat. Where the vapor is thickest on, there is to see the ball, he is not, it would indeed be nice. "Shit, my eggs!" Body crashing to the pavement. "Ah," sighs Billy Jolly, "even still be there?"
But Billy is over 60 And almost 30 years away from that photograph that made him the most beautiful moment of his life shows? survey itself as the birth of daughter, heady as the first sip of whiskey. On the shoulders of the guys he sits high above, just below the stars of Scotland. The face is from an armor salvaged from beard hair, only the nose, unprotected, acts battered.
"The nose was broken, Brian had fully allocated." Has he contacted Brian avenged? "But no, Brian was Doonie, I Uppie, but he had zuhauen. He was also my best friend." The teeth were still healing. And it radiates Billy laughs. His hands hold the Ba '. "Jolly Good", the newspaper text under Billy jollys gewortwitzelt photo. "I had three broken ribs," says Billy, "but felt nothing. Definitely not the same."
It's about him: a small medicine ball. Leather exterior, inside a zerbröseltem cork stopped goat bladder, hard as a cannonball. This is the Ba ', the head. Every year a new Rolls, the oldest is from 1881. Of course he is not in the museum. For it is surely about? literally, as in a figurative sense?, the Ba 'to bring back home. " For the Uppies, it is an inconspicuous house wall, where the Junction Road meets Main Street, for the Doonies is a piece of docks at Sailing Club. In the days of sailing ships had to Ba 'still on top of a mast to be hoisted. Today it is enough simply to dunk in the water. Both gates are each barely two kilometers away from the market cross, where everything always starts.
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