MLB and watch all soccer highlights mobile apps will take you from a casual fan to an informed, knowledgeable, and extremely entertained supporter of your favorite baseball teams and players. With the multitude of games available, it is not always easy to find the best app.
Maybe you were searching for Ronaldinho highlights. Ah, who are we kidding, you were definitely searching for Ronaldinho highlights.
You went to YouTube and loaded up a clip with the appropriate title, something like " Ronaldinho Ultimate Legendary Skills ," and got ready to watch 12 sublime minutes of stepovers and golazos. Then you notice your speakers are on. And the fucking techno starts.
It's one of the internet's great aggravating mysteries.
Search for any soccer star on YouTube, sort by view count, and you'll find all the top results have millions of views and an incredibly shitty soundtrack that doesn't match the beautiful moves in the highlights. Almost anyone would prefer to watch these videos in total silence, as many of us choose to do by muting our speakers.
But why add a soundtrack in the first place? Why is a Messi juke accompanied by a high tempo bass line? Even corrupt FIFA officials aren't immune to the bad soundtrack plague.
I'm not going to lie to you, dear reader.
I do not have the answer. My non-scientific study shows nine out of every 10 Ronaldinho highlight videos are set to some form of techno or EDM. Garber asks, "How could one be so sinfully lazy as to not only soundtrack the godly prowess of Cristiano's knockin boots with Avicii and Aloe Blacc's 1 charting progressive country house number 'Wake Me Up,' but also, choose only to loop the hook of said banging EDM banger over and over again.
Songs, just like Ronaldo's footwork, are dynamic—give us vocals!
Actually just give us a Xanax, this song fucking sucks. Our resident EDM expert liked this one a bit better. Granted, a track called "Reload" is probably fitting for such a visual experience, mostly due to the fact the Brazilian legend in his prime's M.
O was shoot, score, cock back boot, and score again. We get some pumpy house, a bit of liquid drum and bass throwwwback , and even some feels in the form of emotional vocal buildups. They even mix in the commentators celebrations in between parts of the track drops.
It's no surprise, then, that they instill a sense of grandiosity by tapping a musical era where most songs praised God in all of his Glory. Messi, God, what's the difference?
Others have a bit odder take. Like, remember that movie warning, 15 year spoiler alert no human being has ever watched twice about the drug addicted teenagers which ends with one getting his arm amputated and another having sex with a dildo for money while a bunch of men chant "ass to ass?
Ripping off the instrumental line from Katy Perry's Dark Horse makes a bit more sense to me, especially for a Cristiano Ronaldo video. Not because Ronaldo is a dark horse, but because he and Katy Perry share a lot in common.
They're both very pretty people with tremendous talent, who rub people the wrong way because of the degree to which they're in love with themselves.
Football or Soccer if you are an American is one of the most loved sports in the world.
Then again, I guess that describes like 60 percent of soccer players and 99 percent of pop stars, so maybe it's not such a good match after all.
Whatever, it's an OK song, I guess. Think long, operatic vowels and fast drum beats, the kind of music you'd expect from a Zack Snyder film as the camera pans from actor to actor before a bunch of bare abs engage in battle with sharp things.
All these forms of editing are lazy, but the epic showdown music is the only one that feels emotionally manipulative. It elicits feelings completely absent from the normal soccer-watching experience. If I watch a great soccer thing, I feel elation or awe. These tracks make me want to create an enemy so I can then slay him to please my King.
This is silly, and moreover, unnecessary when I just want to watch Ronaldinho, who is a man of peace. Oh, you know the one, the shit about percentages. But none of these tracks work.
Soccer speaks for itself, and when it doesn't, Martin Tyler is more than capable of providing the translation.
The soccer feels don't come from a drum beat or Avicii never from Avicii. They're from the crowd's increasing treble, the announcer leaning in as the play crescendos, the musical score demanding everyone elevate to fortissimo as the conductor waves us on by stroking the ball into the net.
This is why all the soundtracks, no matter what they are, fail. Soccer doesn't need another soundtrack.
It already has one.