FistedAway are pleased to welcome the influential thinker and the founder of analytical psychology Ashley Jung onto the writing staff. Ashley will be psychoanalysing goal celebrations in an attempt to help us understand the deep rooted psychological reasoning behind each one. He starts with Chelsea striker Nicolas Anelka.
After scoring Anelka will make a butterfly with his hands in front of his chest. Though dismissed by some as a simple, childlike gesture, in truth it indicates the complexity of the unconscious message he is screaming at us. Screaming! Like myself, Nicolas is concerned with balance and harmony, something reflected in the symmetry of a butterfly’s shimmering wings.
For Anelka though the true meaning of the Butterfly is somewhat deeper. I am referring to, of course, the ‘Butterfly Effect’ – the idea that one butterfly could eventually have a far-reaching ripple effect on subsequent historic events.
Is he suggesting that his goal is a single, seemingly pointless ripple; perhaps adding a flattering sheen to an otherwise meaningless game. Sure, while it has brought much joy and celebration to the Chelsea fans in that moment, they will forget about it as they make their way from the ground – whether off to slit a man’s face open, or retire to a Fulham Broadway coffee shop to talk loudly and vapidly about ‘the bee-yoo-dee-full gaayme’ . These are their only two options.
And yet. With his downbeat demeanour, Anelka seems to suggest to us that the very hour has darkened; the gnarled hands of fate unglove themselves and reach across a chromed sky, bundling the moon into a inky sack of darkness. This goal – pah! ‘goal’? – nay, this ‘dreadnought’ will have far greater reaching historical consequences.
Like goal difference, something like that.
There is only one other possible explanation for the Butterfly. This is that it is a reversed, inwardly directed corruption of the popular and oft-copied ‘Wu-Tang Clan’ symbol.
Anelka spent 6 years as a Wu-affiliate (ranking below even Shabazz the Disciple), going by the moniker ‘Ol’ Grumpy Bastard’. However, as with most of his moves he left under a dark cloud after it was revealed that his much-vaunted ‘champion French beatboxing’ was just him shrugging his shoulders and going “pffffffffffffffftt“. For days.
The beating of the butterfly wings is to show his determination to break free of the clan, free from moment, free from consequence, and to leave the larval phase and become beautiful on his own.
Which will be tricky, with that nose.
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