I am not a man I am Cantona

For many years now I have had an unreasoning hero-worship of Eric Cantona. He is my favourite footballer of all time and more. When I managed a housing office in a past life, I even coded the alarm with his birthdate. When ‘that kick’ happened, it did not dim my faith.

Last night I managed to see this:-

looking-for-eric

I wasn’t disappointed. It was fantastic. Probably slightly more sweary than the average church council, but brilliant. I want to watch it again and again. So much in it (the title itself: ‘Looking for Eric’ has a double edged meaning), so many themes of community and redemption, working class pride, football as religion….so refreshing to see an explicitly male film…so refreshing to see a good, low budget British film……………. but also so much Eric Cantona.

I can only say ‘Oo ar Cantona’.

nb: went to the pub afterwards for a quick pint….. I am noticed more, the more I go there- had to fight off the conversations. I like beer, but I can see the ‘missional practice’ of being a regular in a non church space…