With Ajax you assume the entire team is constructed with 18 to 20 somethings. Maybe a few aging swans tucked in there, but mainly a prospects squad.
I curled my eyebrows and stroked my beard when I read in Nick Ames’s Guardian piece that Ajax’s number 10, Tadić, was 30. Hmmmm. 30? Really?
Funny. I curled my eyebrows and stroked my peach fuzz when I learned World Cup hero Zidane was only 26 when he lifted the golden football idol.
“Dude must be in his mid 30s” my buddies and I agreed.
At 30 though, Tadić is the ideal age to have witnessed Zidane’s finest pirouettes.
30 is the perfect age to have memorized Zidane’s signature and forge it over and over in the kitchen, and through to the backyard.
It’s the perfect age to have mastered it in 5-aside football courts in his native Serbia.
And the perfect age to have rehearsed it even more in Southampton training sessions.
30 is also the perfect age to muster the composure to pirouette past Casmiero and into Ajax legendom.
Zidane’s shadow looms eternal over the Beranbue, but Tadić left Madrid last night casting his own.