Celebratory pirouettes, goal-line conga lines, and nasty fouls on the Bielefeld theater stage.. [...] Everyone wants to keep it for themselves, the ball. It's absent in reality, yet somehow always present. Jo Strømgren decodes the "language" of men on the playing field. What may seem silly in one moment, sometimes brutal, infantile, or macho, still has its own beauty in the movement. The dancers are masters—and sometimes, so are the players on the field.