Kada ce nasi novinari shvatiti da izvestaj nije puko hronolosko ispisivanje cinjenica?
Cesto dok citam strane novine ne mogu da se zaustavim. Uzivam u nacinu pisanja, metodologiji, metaforama, realnoj slici koju izvestac daje. Isto tako cesto dok citam nase novine, nebitno koje-uglavnom sve, cesto uhvatim sebe kako samo prelistavam strane, kako citam vec procitane vesti od sinoc sa weba, apsolutno identicne bez i jedne nove recenice, nekog zareza,.novog reda. S istom slovnom greskom. Puko prepisivanje agencijske vesti, napisano bez ikakve emocije. I onda, se takvo saopstenje, izvestaj, vest, stavi na papir. Bez zelje da se doradi, ili ne daj boze da se napise na svoj nacin. A izvestaji, vesti, a cuvenih "pet W", a zelja da se ostavi sopstveni pecat na nekom tekstu. Nema toga odavno.
Sledi prikaz kako jedna beogradska ugledna novinaska kuca izvestava s sinocne finalne utakmice izmedju Barcelone i Manchester Uniteda, a kako jedna dablinska novinska kuca:
1. Ugledan beogradski dnevni list:
Barselona prvak Evrope!
Fudbaleri Barselone osvojili su treću titulu prvaka Evrope nakon što su u finalu Lige šampiona savladali Mančester junajted rezultatom 2:0.
Početak spektakularnog meča u Rimu i duel dve najbolje evropske, a u ovom trenutku verovatno i svetske ekipe, uveličao je Andrea Bočeli koji je glasom i uz prigodnu koreografiju na terenu milionskom auditorijumu žestoko podgrejao pete napravivši uvod kakav na kraju krajeva i dolikuje najboljim timovima Lige šampiona u sezoni 2008/09.
Naelektrisano iščekivanje najbitnije utakmice sezone nisu uspeli da potpuno sakriju strah da će se na Olimpiku "gledati šah", mada je Bočelijev vokal možda ostavio i preveliki uticaj na fudbalere Barse koji su na počeku meča loptu prepustili Junajtedu. Da je makar jedan od tri pokušaja Kristijana Ronalda pronašao put do mreže u prvih desetak minuta vrlo je moguće da bi ekipa ser Aleksa Fergusona stekla sve uslove da do kraja i zadrži prednost. Ipak, jedan pas i trenutak magije Samjuela Etoa potpuno su isekli tok utakmice i najavili spektakl u režiji španskog predstavnika.
Inijesta je u prvom pravom napadu svoje ekipe poslao odličnu loptu za Kamerunca, koji je veoma lako "slomio" Nemanju Vidića po desnom boku i hladnokrvno završio munjevitu akciju - 1:0 za Barselonu u 10. minutu! Sve što je gledano pre toga je brzo zaboravljeno, a potez Eta ili kiks Vidića odneo je prevagu u korist Katalonaca koji su prepoznatiljivom pas igrom znali da i po nekoliko minuta drže Junajted bez lopte.
Na drugoj strani terena se igralo retko, uglavnom preko Kristijana Ronalda koji je sa nekoliko sjajnih poteza pokazao koliko mu se večeras igrao fudbal. Uz njega, Vejn Runi je stigao da pokuša ponešto po levoj strani, a priliku da nešto promeni imao je još i Rajan Gigs posle slobodnjaka koji je u 16. minutu izborio neumorni Portugalac.
Dva minuta kasnije Leo Mesi je "bombom" sa 25 metara zamalo odgovorio svima koji govore da ga "nema nigde na velikim utakmicama" i definitivno vratio težište igre na stranu svojih rivala, ali je Argentinac najbolje ostavio za nasatavak. U međuvremenu, Ćavi, Inijesta, Silvinjo i naravno Mesi su do kraja poluvremena "vezli" na 30-ak metara od gola, retke izgubljene lopte je čistio Jaja Ture, a smireno napredovanje ka Edvinu van der Saru prekidano je uglavnom samo zbog želje igrača Barselone da na previše lep način završe akciju. Činjenica da su Katalonci nekoliko puta imali prostor za "normalnije" pasove ili šuteve sa distance očigledno ih nije mnogo zanimala, pa je sam finiš prvog poluvremena bio i najbolja slika tog dela utakmice (ne računajući prvih 9 minuta). Inijesta je majstorski "promešao" tri igrača, a onda umesto da pošalje loptu po zemlji pokušao da je potkopa i pošalje Anriju na glavu. Prošla je samo nekoliko santimetara iznad, pre nego što je sudija označio kraj prvih 45 minuta.
U nastavku meča Barsa je nasatvila ples, a sticao se utisak da se Mančesteru ostavlja onoliko prostora koliko je ekipa Pepa Gvardiole bila otvorena. Tri minuta kombinovanja Katalonaca iznenada su napravila rupu u odbrani Junajteda, Anri je pobegao po levom boku, potom slomio Ferdinanda,a onda iskosa sa desetak metara mlako šutirao u Van Der Sara! Pet minta kasnije Inijesta je fauliran na dvadesetak metara od gola, a slobodnjak Ćavija pobegao je Van der Saru i na njegovu sreću zviznuo stativu. Daleko bolju igru u prvih 20. minuta Barsa je konačno pretvorila u drugi pogodak u 69. minutu kada je posle male škole fudbala na sredini terena Ćavi ubacio loptu na peterac iza Ria Ferdinanda i pravo na glavu Lea Mesija koji je u stilu najboljeg centarfora glavom prebacio Van der Sara za najavu velikog slavlja katalonskog kluba.
Uzbuđenjima nije bilo kraja je je tri minuta kasnije Mančester uzvratio preko Gigsa čiji je šut blokiran, a u nastavku akcije na odbijenu loptu loše je reagova Ronaldo sa samo par metara. Iako je u nastavku uveo Teveza, Berbatova i Skolsa, ser Aleks Ferguson nije dobio željeni efekat u napadu, a do kraja susreta samo je bugraski reprezentativac "pripretio" u 87. minutu kada je posle kornera glavom poslao loptu preko gola. Barsa je između toga pretila preko veoma raspoloženog Pujola, a u najboljoj šansi u 83. minutu propustio je da posle lepe akcije svojih saigrača savlada istrčalog Van der Sara.
Pujol do kraja ipak nije zažalio što nije dao gol jer je samo nekoliko minuta kasnije sudij Masimo Busaka označio kraj, čime je stavljena tačka na Ligu šampiona 2008/09 koja je po treći put u istoriji pripala Barseloni.
2. Dnevni list iz Dablina:
Beautiful Barca rise above the ordinary
To call Barcelona the champions of Europe this morning is to give them their lesser title. The one they demand, unquestionably, is champions of football.
Champions of the game that can, even in this high pressure age of super athleticism and grinding work assignments, still be exquisite. The margin of victory was two goals, but the gap between the ambitions --and the execution -- of the two teams touched on infinity.
In the end, the goals of Samuel Eto'o and Lionel Messi, who outshone a petulant Cristiano Ronaldo quite utterly, merely scraped the surface of Barcelona's superiority. Those of us who doubted the iron content of their constitution, could only watch with a degree of awe -- book ourselves a little stint of self-mockery.
United, we believed, were filled with confidence. They had a plan and they had the steel, but long before the end the plan was in ruins and the steel might have been another form of plastic.
Alex Ferguson came here an emperor in search of another coronation
But he left a wiser man -- and one still more appreciative of football's capacity to cause both enchantment and shock. The crown, certainly, belonged this night to his young and idealistic and marvellously vindicated rival, Josep Guardiola. It will, a neutral football world must hope, be worn for some time.
Confirmation of Dimitar Berbatov's exclusion from the starting line-up was the anticipated statement of Ferguson's hard intent: ground-devouring force before languid skill.
Berbatov had spent some time explaining that he really is passionate about the cause, but plainly his manager on this occasion preferred his own reading of body language. The roar of Rooney's lung-power and the legs of Ji-Sung Park and Anderson were the old wolf's banker investment on this balmy night beside the Tiber.
Of course there was also Ronaldo, in a now familiar brooding mode as entered the stadium with his status as the world's best footballer never having been so directly challenged. Messi, the gilded contender, also seemed deemed in his thoughts when he arrived shortly before Eusebio, the great Benfica player who in 1968 came so close to beating United in their first European Cup final.
"Are you a United fan now," he was asked and he replied, with a face as solemn as the one he had when he left the Wembley field all those years ago, "No, I like United and I like Barcelona but I'm a fan of football and this should be a great match."
It should have been, indeed, and in some respects it unfolded that way, but after just eight minutes all the confidence Ferguson brought here, all his belief that he had the stronger legs, the stronger hearts and an almost infinitely stronger defence was critically undermined.
It was the work of Andres Iniesta, Barca's saviour at Stamford Bridge a few weeks ago, and Samuel Eto'o, who on the same occasion was scarcely visible anywhere near the trenches.
Here he exploded into them so ferociously he might have been armed with a hand grenade.
Iniesta did the donkeywork in the style of the thoroughbred he has been impersonating for some years now -- after Michael Carrick, entering a first-half nightmare that would be imposed with increasing touch and confidence by the network of Iniesta, Xavi Hendardez and Messi, lost control of the ball. Iniesta ran 40 yards, with every increasing assurance, before slipping the ball to Eto'o.
The rest was a grim formality for United as Eto'o went by Nemjana Vidic as though he didn't exist and coolly beat Edwin van der Sar at the near post. You could see so much life draining away from United at that moment of devastation.
For a few minutes, Ferguson's plan had shown every sign of working as United went at Barca in waves. The effect on the men who had been enchanting so much of the football world for so long was so disconcerting that Guardiola found it necessary to rush into the technical area with cries of reassurance.
He put them away quickly enough though when Iniesta and Eto'o manufactured their tranquiliser. Merlin couldn't have done better. The whole balance of the game was changed. Messi's presence became a little more apparent with each new moment. United sucked in their breath each time he took possession of the ball and by half time Ferguson's face was harrowed by concern.
Sublime
He was supposed to have the superior defence and the stronger runners, but what he didn't have was Barca's sublime capacity to perform outright artistry under the closest attention.
It meant that at half-time, Ferguson had to do more than rally his troops. He had to re-define their point -- and their purpose. He also, not too surprisingly, decided he had to bring on Carlos Tevez, in place of the ineffectual Anderson.
Tevez, naturally, responded with huge effort and one pass that sent Rooney away along the right was United's most penetrating moment for a good half hour. However, the worry was that Barca, who saw Xavi's free-kick smack against a post early in the second half, had by now just found too many reasons to believe in themselves.
It was a concern heavy enough for Ferguson to dismantle much of his original strategy with 25 minutes to go. Berbatov, earlier judged too passive for the assault that United had planned, came on for the pure runner Park.
It seemed like a last throw and there was reason enough to believe it was when Xavi, noting that almost the entire United defence had gone missing, sent a towering cross into the path of, who else, but the 5ft 7ins Messi. It was not the greatest shock of the night that the Little Big Man met it beautifully to arch the ball past Van der Sar.
It would be comfortable to say the champions of England were beaten. Unfortunately, though, it ran a little deeper than that. They had been undressed and outclassed by the most beautiful team in all of football.
Ja, kada procitam ovaj drugi izvestaj pozelim da ponovo treniram fudbal.