Monday, May 31, 2010

94: Aggro, anger & antics in America

Maybe it was the heat. But 1994 was a year for rag-losing, nut-doing and violent meltdowns…

Maradona’s potty celebrations –  and doping shame
The Argentine demigod really was a very naughty boy throughout his playing days, but his nadir surely came at USA 94. It looked like he’d recaptured some old magic when he scored against Greece in the opening game, only for the world to collectively ponder “What’s he on?!” after witnessing his celebratory boggle-eyed yelling into the camera.

We soon found out: he was on five different sorts of the stimulant ephedrine. Maradona was disqualified, later arguing that his failed doping test was the result of his trainer giving him the wrong sort of energy drink. Cheat or not, it was a sad end to a truly great World Cup career.

Leonardo gives Ramos the elbow
Brazilian left-back Leonardo didn’t take kindly to fleet-footed American winger Tab Ramos attempting to bamboozle him with a back-heel: he twisted and delivered a vicious elbow into the side of Ramos’ face, fracturing his cheekbone.

As his victim flopped on the floor like a fish out of water, the ref steamed in with a red card and everyone else enjoyed a mini-festival of referee-surrounding and Latin gesturing. Ramos spent three months in hospital; Leonardo was banned for four World Cup games and later apologised to Ramos, claiming it had been “an accident”.

Tassotti elbows Luis Enrique
Another shocker: Spanish forward Enrique lost more than a pint of blood after getting on the wrong end of Italian defender Mauro Tassotti’s elbow. The foul went unpunished during the game despite Enrique’s wild protestations.

The Italian eventually received a retrospective eight-game ban, but the Spaniard held a grudge for much longer than that: in 2008 he called for his nation to ‘take revenge’ for him on Italy. “I would love it,” he said, “and Spain has the advantage this time, because Tassotti is not playing!” Indeed.

Etcheverry off in four minutes
What do you expect from a man nicknamed ‘El Diablo’? Sickeningly violent mayhem, that’s what, and Marco Etcheverry delivered just that in the opening game of USA 94 at Soldier Field. Returning from injury, the man regarded as Bolivia’s best-ever player came on with 11 minutes left on the clock and his side trailing 1-0.

Immediately enraged by a shove from Lothar Matthaus, he kicked out at the German and was dismissed. “I’m sorry for Bolivia,” he said afterwards. “If I did kick him, it’s part of the game.” The side finished bottom of their group, and Etcheverry later gained a reputation for aggro at DC United, as he hacked and butted his way through the MLS.


Whack! Lothar gets the devil from behind

Effenberg gives fans the finger
It’s not just Barry Ferguson who gets himself into trouble with childish hand gestures. Stefan Effenberg was caught out ‘flicking the bird’ to German fans after being subbed in their game against South Korea.

His side had let a three-goal lead slip to 3-2, and manager Bertie Vogts replaced Effenberg with Thomas Helmer. Barracked by some supporters as he trudged along the sidelines, Effenberg lost the plot and replied with a middle-fingered salute. His reward was a ticket home, and Vogts responded by saying: “for as long as I’m coaching the team, he will not play for Germany again.”

'Psycho' Zola gets short shrift
Gianfranco Zola only ever played one World Cup game in his career: the second round of USA 94 against Nigeria, in which he was sent off after just a few minutes for, well, nothing much at all – the official completely misjudged an ordinary tackle.

“My thoughts were all directed to the referee, and they weren’t very nice thoughts, actually,” the unlikely hatchet-man told FourFourTwo about his reaction. Zola was banned for the next two games, dropped for the final and retired from international football just before the 1998 tournament. A shame.

Divine miss, Ross
Oprah Winfrey was the compere and US President Bill Clinton was in attendance (vice-president Al Gore was at the closing ceremony), but the opening ceremony at Chicago’s Soldier Field will forever be remembered for one guest: Diana Ross, who missed an open goal from two yards out.

At the end of her performance, the Motown legend, resplendent in what appeared to be a bright red shell suit, was supposed to slam home a penalty but hooked her shot wide. The goal was supposed to split in half as ball went in, and did so anyway, despite the spooned sitter. While an audience of billions laughed, an embarrassed Ross turned the colour of her scarlet two-piece.


Prepare to Di...

Coke scandal hits World Cup, offends millions
McDonald’s and Coca-Cola had a cunning plan: to print the flags of all the participating nations on their products. But it backfired when Saudi Arabia complained that printing their flag – which features the Islamic declaration of faith – on disposable bags and drinks cans was an insult to all Muslims. The offending products were quickly and quietly discontinued.

No pay, no play
Cameroon’s bid for World Cup glory was thrown into disarray when, two days before their group match against Brazil, the Indomitable Lions players refused to continue in the tournament unless they were paid what was promised by the Cameroonian FA. Despite receiving their match fees in a suitcase packed with $450,000, the players hardly appeared inspired – they went on to lose 3-0 to Brazil and 6-1 to Russia.

Much Aldo about one-nothing
With the Republic of Ireland a goal down to Mexico in their crucial group match, manager Jack Charlton was keen to introduce mustachioed frontman John Aldridge into the fray. He was foiled, however, by over-officious FIFA goon Mustafa Fahmy, who refused to allow the striker on leading to a red-faced shouty exchange with Charlton and Aldridge.

After a six-minute wrangle, Aldo finally trotted onto the pitch, barely breaking stride to flick a few victory signs in Fahmy’s direction, before scoring the goal that secured the Republic’s place in the second round.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Risky not to take risk

It Is Risky Not To Take Risk.
If You Don’t Take Risk,
Risk Will Take You.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Manchester United fans facing administration blow

The managing director of the company which distributes Manchester United fanzine United We Stand to newsagents across Britain and Ireland is normally chirpy on the phone. This time his tone was different.

“It’s not great news I’m afraid,” he said, before explaining that his firm that we have used for 13 years were likely to head into administration. The upshot was that we won’t be paid for any of the last two issues we have produced. We still have to pay all our costs though – the bills for print, design and editorial. And we don’t get a penny from any of the copies currently on sale. So who does?

It’s hard enough running a small magazine without being hit like this. I feel like I’ve been whacked around the head with a cricket bat and there’s absolutely nothing I can do.

Family want to go to their offices, ransack them and find out who is responsible, but I like and trust the company. It’s just a sad fact of life that companies go into administration leaving a string of unpaid creditors and many small publishers go under when distributors fold as they hold the money for all the copies sold in the shops.

We’ll take the hit – it’s that or fold after 21 years - and have found a new distributor. We needed to as we had already started working on a summer issue, but it has been an unpleasant – and thankfully very rare - experience.


Sir Alex Ferguson will be furious if he can't buy UWS outside Old Trafford...

The last time something similar happened to us was in 2005 when Sportspages bookshop went under owing us £4000. They had branches in Manchester and London and United We Stand was one of their best sellers. I used to deliver it myself, chat with the staff and buy loads of books from them.

The staff were great and we firmly believed in the ethos of their shop – even if half their customers seemed to go in, read fanzines and buy nothing. Then Sportspages came under questionable new ownership and the problems started.

Bills started to be paid later and then not at all. We stopped supplying them and we never got paid. Nor did any of the other fanzines – as if fanzines can carry such losses.

Nor did several book publishers I’ve done books with. They learned some lessons and when rumours began that Borders were going under before Christmas, publishers stopped supplying them. When Borders did go under, it rocked the whole market and contributed to one of the poorest Christmas trading periods.

The call from the distributors came as I prepared to watch my 70th live and final game of the 2009-10 season, the Copa Del Rey final between Sevilla and Atletico Madrid at Camp Nou, of course the scene of one of Manchester United's most famous victories of all time back in 1999.

Just over 90,000 (not a capacity 98,000 as reported in the Spanish press who don’t pay any attention to accurate attendance figures) made a brilliant din in the stadium.

Sixty thousand of them were Atletico fans and it dawned on me just how big that club is. They hadn’t won a trophy since 1996 and were still celebrating beating Fulham in Hamburg when they arrived in Barcelona. Atleti have consistently averaged more than 50,000 for home games, even when they were relegated to the second division and their club seemed to combust every six months because of loony presidents, coaches or players.


Atletico fans were brought back to earth by defeat to Sevilla

Despite losing the cup final, their fans never stopped singing. Even when Seville were presented with the trophy, all you could hear was Atletico fans who stayed long after the final whistle before making the six hour journey back to Madrid.

A couple of other points….congratulations to Manchester La Fianna who won the Barcelona International Football League for the first time, four years after I started the team in 2006. I stepped down from being player/manager last year and my absence helped the team improve enough to win the title.

And to the Timperley Veterans – a team from Manchester who came over to Barcelona last week. The biggest challenge to their players was staying off their beer from their morning flight until the 10pm kick-off, though their fans made up for it, with some sleeping contentedly throughout the game.

Comprised of players from areas of South Manchester like Wythenshawe and Sale, they had a lot of players with decent semi-pro experience and they absolutely caned the veterans team I played in. It was horrible and I told the other players that I daren’t show my face in Manchester again.

They want to come again next year, when they would be better matched playing championship winning Manchester La Fianna. While I’ll stick to making sure that our new distributors pay the bills…

Friday, May 28, 2010

Prince of Persia


Rating: 6.8/10

Director: Mike Newell

Genre: Action, Adventure, Humour, Fantasy, Romance

Summary: Set in medieval Persia, the story of an adventurous prince who teams up with a rival princess to stop an angry ruler from unleashing a sandstorm that could destroy the world. Which is why after the prince was tricked by a dying Vizier to unleash the Sands of Time that turns out to destroy a kingdom and transforms its populace into ferocious demons. In his effort to save his own kingdom and redeem his fatal mistake, it's up to the prince and the princess to return the sands to the hourglass by using the Dagger of Time, which also gives him a limited control over the flow of time. Set in the mystical lands of Persia, a rogue prince and a mysterious princess race against dark forces to safeguard an ancient dagger capable of releasing the Sands of Time -- a gift from the gods that can reverse time and allow its possessor to rule the world

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Claudia Schiffer, Mark Knopfler and 30 years of Portuguese madness

What do Kevin Keegan and Sousa Cintra have in common? They both suffer from ‘foot-in-mouth’ syndrome and down the years have provided some one-liners that already belong to the Comedy Hall of Fame.

Colourful characters such as Keegan, Holloway and Atkison and quotes such as ‘The good news for Nigeria is that they're two-nil down very early in the game’ or ‘He’s using his strength and that is his strength – his strength.’ are popular among fans, but most people are not aware of the many, many pearls of wisdom shared by many figures in Portuguese football.

Well, if you have ever wanted to learn more about that, you’re in for a treat because the Portugeezer recently acquired a book entitled ’30 Anos de Mau Futebol’ (30 years of poor football) that contains some of the most illustrious and insightful quotes of the last 30 years.

Pull up a chair, grab some popcorn and brace yourself because here comes the Portugeezer’s top 10:

10. “The main problem was Queiroz, not as a manager but as a person. Some people around him put him above the club, it was sick! Even if it was a sudden passion for a woman, I would understand…”
Santana Lopes, former prime-minister and Sporting president, explaining what was wrong with his club in 1996.

9. “Eight goals in two matches may be a lot, but for God it is never too much…”
Former Setúbal striker Rashid Yekini, one of the best strikers to grace the Portuguese game in the 90s, explains his goal scoring prowess with the simplest of answers.

8. “In the dictionary of the teams managed by Artur Jorge, the word ‘loss’ does not exist…before the matches”
Gaffe-prone João Pinto –former FC Porto captain –revealed his admiration for then-manager Artur Jorge.

7. “Salgueiros defend when they don’t have the ball and attack when they have it…”
‘Captain Obvious’ Humberto Coelho in 1986 trying to describe the style employed by his Salgueiros side.

6. ”We are drug addicts of victories”
Joaquim Teixeira , FC Porto assistant manager in 1998, in a very awkward way of saying his team always wanted to win…

5. “Marítimo wants him? I’d also like to sleep with Claudia Schiffer but unfortunately that’s not possible…”
Manuel Barbosa, a prominent football agent in the 90s, about the rumoured interest from Marítimo in Benfica player Kenedy. Later in his career, Kenedy would move to Marítimo, which brings the question: has Barbosa met with Schiffer?

4. “It is true and I don’t know why all the fuss about that. I tell my sons the same when they annoy me.”
Fernando Pedrosa, former Vitória Setúbal supremo, when asked whether he had told his players to f*ck off! Come on, if his sons heard that, why wouldn’t the players?

3. “I believe in everything. I just don’t believe it is possible to shove an umbrella up in the ass and then open it….”
Raul Águas, Sporting manager in 1990 trying to assure the Lions were still in the title race with the most incredible of analogies. They didn’t win it...

2. “I had a conversation with the man and the player and the latter told me I could count on the former…”
That’s the textbook definition of eloquence. The poet was Álvaro Magalhães, GD Chaves manager in 1998, who was trying to say he could count on Croatian defender Denis Putnik.

1. “Mark Knopfler? I don’t doubt he is a good player, but our team is already closed”
Apparently not a big fan of the Dire Straits, Sousa Cintra, former Sporting supremo and one of the most active contributors to the book, spoke his mind about singer-turned-football player Knopfler who was going to perform at Estádio de Alvalade the following day.

This is a man who once tried to toss away a bottle of water while driving - with his window closed...

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

90: New-look England embrace the future

If Gary Lineker wasn’t so greedy, England might never have entranced us at Italia 90. Stuart Pearce was England’s official penalty taker but a few weeks before the 1990 World Cup Lineker asked England manager Bobby Robson: “Would you mind if I took the penalties?”

Talking to a BBC documentary crew in 2005, Robson recalled: “I quite liked the fact that Gary wanted to take the responsibility.” Lineker, the Golden Boot winner in 1986, told Robson: “Well, I could win the Golden Boot. I might score a few goals in general play and if I get one or two penalties, it just might boost my earnings.”

Amused and impressed, Robson asked Pearce to step aside. If Lineker hadn’t scored from the spot twice late on against Cameroon, Paul Gascoigne might never have wept in Turin.

Q&A: Lineker – "I thought 'B*ll*cks, I can't bottle it now'"

The absence of those extraordinarily influential tears could have had all kinds of repercussions, aborting the Premier League, isolating English football tactically and allowing the Conservative government to keep English clubs out of Europe for a while longer.

English football in general – and Gazza in particular – have, as the player himself once quipped, “made more money from tears than Ken Dodd.”

With players as good as Lineker, Gascoigne, John Barnes, Chris Waddle, Terry Butcher and Peter Shilton in the squad, England had more genuinely world-class players than at any time since 1966. Even so, as England flew to Cagliari, expectations were low. Among the favourites were hosts Italy, European champions Holland and near-permanent finalists West Germany.

England’s precarious prospects had persuaded the FA to warn Robson his contract would not be renewed after the World Cup. Robson set up his next job – coaching PSV – but was vilified as an adulterer, a traitor and a tactical ignoramus in what football writer Dave Hill called “the most sustained campaign of press humiliation the national game has ever seen”.

Luckily, says Lineker, Robson was impervious to pressure: “The press would try to get pictures of him looking at the floor, make it seem like he was despairing. But he honestly never was. He was very thick-skinned and always optimistic.”


Know your enemy: Robson meets the press

There weren’t many surprises in Robson’s 22. Tony Adams mysteriously made way for Mark Wright, even though the Derby defender carried a thigh injury. Attacking midfielder David Rocastle, whose skill, speed and smoothness had shone in five qualifiers, lost out to Trevor Stevens, an excellent player with more prosaic skills.

Stevens’ inclusion would create a great pub quiz question: which club supplied the most players to England’s 1990 World Cup squad? The answer is Glasgow Rangers, whose quartet of England stars consisted of Stevens, Terry Butcher, Gary Stevens and Chris Woods.

Robson had privately decided to select Paul Gascoigne after watching him demolish Swindon Town in the fifth round of the 1988 FA Cup. The tabloids had demanded Gazza’s inclusion but, even in April 1990 when England faced Czechoslovakia in a friendly, Robson harboured doubts about a 23-year-old midfielder who could be “daft as a f*cking brush”. After 10 minutes of manically stupid football, Gazza had a hand in three goals and, with Robson about to substitute him, scored with a Maradonaesque solo as England won 4-2.

“Everyone thought Gazza was good for the squad,” Gary Lineker toldFourFourTwo. “He had to play and he was such a character – hyperactive and very funny – he played an enormous part in the team spirit.”

In the weeks ahead, Gazza would dive into a swimming pool while covered in toilet paper, invent bizarre table tennis strokes (he was especially proud of the double backhand) and give his long suffering roommate Chris Waddle a cappuccino made out of bath foam. No wonder Robson was always asking: “Where’s Gazza?”

Vice-captain Terry Butcher, who once wore a blazer and jockstrap to dinner, even outdid Gazza. The vital role of the squad bookies was taken by ‘Honest Links and Shilts’ while the song players usually warbled was not the slick World Cup theme World In Motion but the catchy, primitive: “Let’s all have a disco, la la la la.”

THE GROUP OF DEATHLY BOREDOM
Having humiliated England at Euro 88, Holland and the Republic of Ireland again stood in England’s way in a Group F also containing Egypt. That humiliation continued on June 11 1990 in Cagliari’s rain-swept Stadio Sant’Elia when England drew 1-1 with Ireland in a match so dire Gazzetta Dello Sportheadlined their report: “No football please, we’re British.” Even some England players were appalled. As Waddle told Pete Davies (author of All Played Out, the best book on Italia 90): “I never dreamt I’d end up on my own 18-yard line, chesting it down and hoofing it upfield.”


"This isn't what I signed up for..."

Lineker put England ahead with opportunistic efficiency. Unfortunately, Steve McMahon gave the ball away to Kevin Sheedy. The Everton player may have had, as Roddy Doyle put it, a “mammy’s boy haircut”, but still slammed the ball past Peter Shilton to score Ireland’s first goal at the World Cup finals. The most entertaining moment was Gazza nearly punching Irish right-back Chris Morris before deciding to hug him.

Group F was shaping up as the Group of Terminal Boredom. Holland had been so shiftless in their 1-1 with Egypt that coach Leo Beenhakker, retreating to a locker room with the Dutch squad to avoid a lightning storm, berated his players, telling them to forget Euro 88 and focus on the task in hand. That task was England. But before the teams met, Robson would authorise a tactical revolution that signalled the end of English football’s isolationism.

The spark for England’s revolution was Robson’s determination to thwart the Dutch strikers. “I’d got it wrong against the Dutch in 1988 when we lost 3-1,” he told FFT, “when I had two against two against Van Basten and Gullit. Then I decided I’d play with a sweeper to cover myself against the Dutch and the Germans.” Even before the tournament started, Butcher feared for his place: “I didn’t think I’d fit into the sweeper system Robson had in mind.”

“You might say Robson’s insecurity won out over his conservatism,” says Pete Davies, "and made him play the extra safety card against his own professed beliefs.” The players wanted to discard 4-4-2 for 3-5-2 too, using Mark Wright as a sweeper. Waddle and John Barnes believed Robson’s 4-4-2 was conservative and constricting. They rehearsed their arguments in Waddle’s room, while Gazza, fingers in his ears, chanted “La la la” in protest at all this tactical talk.

Despite strong rumours to the contrary, there was no great players’ revolt. Using a sweeper was mooted, discussed and debated until Robson, after mulling it over with assistant Don Howe, reversed his previous opposition to the idea. It was a hell of a gamble during a World Cup and Robson would later revert to 4-4-2 when necessary.


"Right then, let's try something different..."

With Wright as sweeper, England played with adventure and flair and should have beaten Holland. England were so comfortable that Gazza even ran up to Ruud Gullit to ask him how much he earned at Milan and were only denied a late victory when Pearce’s indirect free-kick flew straight in, despite Hans van Breukelen attempting to save it.

Yet Robson came to believe that the promising 0-0 was the match that fatally compromised England’s World Cup hopes. At half-time, skipper Bryan Robson’s injured Achilles tendon was agonising. After 65 minutes, he came off and David Platt rushed on to mark Gullit, thinking: “F*cking hell, I ain’t leaving him for a second.”

The skipper’s faith healer, Olga Stringfellow, flew out but the tendon proved immune to miracle cures. England’s captain was out, for the second World Cup in a row. His manager was still bitter 15 years later: “We had to send our best player home injured. Argentina and West Germany played with their best player, we didn’t. Would Argentina have won in 1986 without Maradona? Certainly not.

"Robson would have made a difference, even though Platt played superbly. The way Gascoigne was at that time – a precocious, highly-talented, inflammable kid with great ability – would have worked well with Robson's steadiness and captaincy.”


Over and out: Robbo makes his final World Cup bow

Before the last round of games, all four teams in Group F had the same record – Played 2 Won 0 Drawn 2 Lost 0 For 1 Against 1 – raising the distinct possibility that England’s fate might have to be decided in FIFA’s glass bowls.

But Egypt manager El-Gohary played for a draw, hoping the Dutch would beat the Irish and his side would qualify in third place. Two Egyptians were booked for time-wasting but Mark Wright headed home a Gazza free-kick to score his only goal for England. When he finally realised his side were out, Egyptian keeper Ahmed Shobair became so hysterical that he needed medical attention.

IT'S A KNOCK-OUT: HERE COME THE BELGIANS
Next up were Belgium in Bologna. The favourites were still West West Germany, Holland (the suspicion being that such a gifted side couldn’t be that rubbish forever) and Italy – but as England left Sardinia, Gazza whispered to Waddle: “You know Waddler, we could win this.”

England were fluent enough to look like potential world champions against Belgium – and so were the opposition. The sweeper system looked unduly cautious against a side that played most of the match with one striker, but the shape suited England. Barnes had a goal dubiously disallowed for offside, while Belgian’s great attacking midfielder Enzo Scifo, the game’s most creative influence, hit the post. Gascoigne was booked, for a late tackle on Scifo. Nobody thought much of it at the time.


"No more of that, young man, or there'll be tears!"

With 118 minutes gone, Eric Gerets brought Gazza down. On the touchline, Robson was shouting himself hoarse: “I knew time was edging out and I remember getting to the touchline and shouting to make sure my voice would get to Gascoigne about 40 yards away. I shouted ‘Ball, Gazza!’ and he kinda looked and I said, ‘Put the ball into the box’.

“He was just going to nudge it to the side. With a minute to go the only way we could score was not to play that square pass. Gazza floated it and Belgium couldn’t defend, the ball was too good and Platt’s volley too superb. He swivelled and it came over his shoulder, a difficult skill, but Platty did it – wonderful timing, kept his eye on the ball, let it come over his shoulder, swivelled and hit it at the right height. Six inches higher and it goes over the bar.”

Platt had also screamed at Gazza to put the ball in the box, before drifting into space on the defender’s goalside. “All I could think about was making decent contact and directing it goalwards," he told FFT. "I didn’t pick a spot, I just wanted to get it on target. The ball caught the keeper more by surprise than anything.”


...cue pandemonium

England were in the last eight against Cameroon. The Three Lions or the Indomitable Lions would face West Germany, who had beaten the Dutch and the Czechs. Coach Franz Beckenbauer now felt that only Italy posed a serious threat to his country’s third World Cup.

As England’s quarter-final kicked off in Naples, the German squad sat down to watch in their hotel in Erba, north of Milan. Beckenbauer was angry, incensed by the Germans’ mistakes against the Czechs. His mood worsened as his players cheered on Cameroon.

“Do you really prefer to play Cameroon in the semis?," shouted Beckenbaeur. "What if we have a bad day and go out? We’ll be the world’s laughing stock! Those Africans are unpredictable, with England you know what you’re going to get. And if we lose to them, well, that won’t be the end of the world.”

England were fazed by Cameroon’s unpredictability. Things had started to go awry in the tunnel. “It was a long way from the dressing room to the tunnel in Naples,” Butcher recalled. “And all we could hear was singing. It was the Cameroon team waiting for us, singing reggae songs. Bobby thought it was a psychological ploy and said, ‘Right, come on lads, sing your World Cup song’, but somehow we didn’t get it together.”

During the national anthems, Platt noticed that Cameroon “seemed built for boxing rather than football”. Yet England had been assured this tie was effectively a bye to the semis. As Lineker told FFT: “Howard Wilkinson, who scouted them for us, said: ‘I shouldn’t be telling you this, but they’ve got four good players out and you’ll beat them easily.’” The England No.10’s bruised toe had prevented him training fully but before the game Robson shouted: “Forget about your bloody toe, just go out and score.”

Wilkinson’s prediction seemed accurate when Platt headed home Pearce’s perfect cross. But Cameroon were, Lineker said, “awesome going forward”. England’s confusion was exemplified by Gascoigne who, Robson said, was “chasing after the ball like a cat chasing a ball around the back garden”. At half-time, Robson told Gazza: “You can’t play like that in international football unless you want to be destroyed.”


Gazza gets (over-)involved

The manager considered substituting Gazza but kept him on. He must have regretted it when Gascoigne felled Roger Milla in the box and Cameroon equalised from the spot. Four minutes later, with England in shock, the Lions went 2-1 up when Eugene Ekeke lifted the ball over Shilton after a crafty give and get with Milla.

Robson discarded the sweeper, withdrawing Terry Butcher and bringing on Trevor Steven to attack down the right, subtly changing the balance of play. Even so, Platt admitted: “With eight minutes left I honestly thought we were going out.” Then Lineker ran onto a ball from Wright and was clattered, winning England’s first penalty since February 1986.

Platt, the penalty taker at Aston Villa, offered to take it but quickly stood down: “I could see the focus in Gary’s face and wasn’t surprised when he said no.” Lineker made no mistake. He was, as Robson quaintly put it, “a competent boy”.

Though England were reeling in extra time – Wright literally so, blood pouring from his head after a clash with Milla – Lineker underlined his cool competence in the 105th minute. Gazza redeemed himself with a precisely engineered pass that put his Spurs team-mate through on goal. Brought down by keeper Thomas N’Kono, the England No.10 blasted the second spot-kick straight down the middle and into the net.

After the game, Robson asked Lineker what he’d been thinking before that decisive penalty. “My brother flashed through my brain as I put the ball on the spot,” Lineker replied. “I thought if I score this one my brother will come and see the semi-final. The FA had said 'If you get to the semi-final, we’ll bring the families out'.”


"Dear bruv, wish you were here, love Gary"

The ordeal had exhausted England. Lineker had lost half a stone in the Neapolitan heat. As the players trooped off, Waddle said to Robson: “Some f*cking bye”.

"WE BLOODY BEAT THEM"
West Germany beckoned in Turin’s Stadio dello Alpi on July 4. Beckenbauer felt England would be fast, strong and honest but technically imperfect and predictable. But he respected their resilience and was troubled by Gazza, whom he described as “smart, defiant and bold, like the leader of a children’s gang. Behind his angular forehead, he could cook up ideas you didn’t expect.”

The pressure was on West Germany. Platt felt this did England no favours: “It was the first game we were clear underdogs, which some say helped us play with freedom, but if I could turn back the clock I’d put the pressure right back on us.” England, Platt said, “thought we could win; the Germans thought they would win”.

The camp was euphoric as the semi-final approached. Butcher was wearing clothes back to front and eating meals in reverse order. Before Robson’s team talk, Lineker wrote a phrase on a flip-pad. The squad listened intently to catch the moment when Robson uttered the immortal words. After two minutes of extolling West Germany’s strengths, Robson, as Lineker had predicted, said “We beat them in the bloody war though,” and the players burst into laughter.

Robson had instilled in Gazza the importance of neutralising German playmaker Lothar Matthaus. Having said “No problem boss, just leave it to me,” Gascoigne nutmegged Matthaus just to show him who was boss.


Enter the gladiators...

Robson had ordered England to – as Bryan Robson would say – “welly into this lot” and not let the Germans settle. For 45 minutes, they did just that and more, playing brilliantly, but not scoring. At half-time, Beckenbauer told West Germany to run the ball at England’s defence. The tactic paid off after an hour when Andreas Brehme’s free-kick deflected off Paul Parker’s backside and looped over Shilton.

“It was just unlucky,” said Robson, “the ball had a vicious swirl on it. There was only an 18-inch gap between Shilton’s hand and the bar – and that’s where the ball spun in”. But England were resilient. In the 80th minute, when Parker’s cross confused Jurgen Kohler, Lineker juggled the ball to the left with his thigh and shot low into the left corner: a sublime, efficient, opportunist strike worthy of Gerd Muller.

In extra time, Waddle and Guido Buchwald hit the post. After three rolls by Brehme and orchestrated indignation from the German bench, Gazza was booked and would miss the final. The iconic tears in Turin flowed. Lineker pointed at his temple to tell Robson Gazza had lost it. Robson shouted back: “You talk to him, make sure he doesn’t do anything daft.” Gascoigne gradually regained his composure. But at 1-1 after 120 minutes, penalties loomed.

Robson put Gazza down as penalty taker No.6. “I doubt if he could have taken one,” he said. “He was distraught. He broke down on the pitch while they were being taken.”


"Gazza – watch Pearcey and learn"

Gazza was spared. West Germany scored four penalties, but Pearce and Waddle failed. Pearce’s was on target, saved by Bodo Illgner. Waddle remembered feeling as if he “were stepping off the edge of the world into silence” before his penalty soared over the bar.

Robson felt bereaved afterwards: “It was very difficult just to walk around and be yourself.” Waddle was physically, spiritually and emotionally flattened. Gascoigne and Lineker still looked in tears as they slipped onto the bus. Somebody – possibly Steve McMahon or Gazza – started a song. Lineker looked away at first but before long they all joined in, even doing a routine with their arms as the bus drove off.

England’s melodramatic heroics in Italy had unexpected repercussions. The team’s popularity – over 200,000 turned up at Luton Airport to see Gazza don fake breasts – persuaded sports minister Colin Moynihan he couldn't really object to UEFA’s plan to lift the ban on English clubs in Europe, in place since Heysel in 1985.

By renewing the nation’s jaded passion for football, England’s success laid the foundations for the Premier League. The British middle class’s rediscovery of football became official when Nick Hornby’s Fever Pitch became a bestseller in 1992.

Ironically, the one aspect of English football that wasn’t transformed after Italia 90 was the national team. Gascoigne and Platt enjoyed lucrative moves but Graham Taylor dismantled the team and the continental sophistication of the sweeper system was replaced, with stupefying rapidity, with a style of football exemplified by the question: “Can we not knock it?”

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Madrid-based Mourinho mania cranked up another notch

La Liga Loca hasn’t particularly got anything against Italian football, but it was really rooting for Bayern Munich, on Saturday night.

Actually, LLL’s pants are totally on fire. The blog has gone very native after a lengthy spell in Spain and has an awful lot against Italian football. After all, if matches are going to be fixed, why not make them even vaguely exciting in the process?

But the point is that LLL couldn’t give a rat’s rucksack about Inter. Or the Germans for that matter. But it did want to see Bayern batter their Italian opponents just to see how Marca span their way out of a football fix that would see the man now officially branded as T.S.O (The Special One) looking a little less bullet-proof.

Unfortunately, only Arjen Robben out of the German contingent bothered turning up for the final so José Mourinho’s godlike status went up a notch by winning a second Champions League title and looking very cool in the process.

Monday’s edition of the paper sees their second exclusive interview with the soon-to-be Bernabeu boss and the editorial oozing that “the super-production of Florentino finally has a top-class director...if he won everything with Porto, Chelsea and Inter Milan, then why can’t he manage it with a squad that is better than anything he’s had before?”

“Because football doesn’t always work like that, which is why everyone still watches it” is the blog’s response but one that will fall on very deaf ears at Marca HQ.

The Barcelona press are starting to react to the news and are already sounding very spooked indeed - which is always tremendously fun to watch - with Sport’s José Lluis Carazo sulking that “it's jealously over the Champions of Barcelona that is driving Madrid.”

Unable to suggest that the treble-winning Mourinho is not much cop as a manger, Sport’s edition has gone numbers crazy with the claim that it will cost (Dr Evil finger in mouth) €120 million to bring T.S.O to the Santiago Bernabeu!

The paper reports that Mourinho will make €80m over four years (twice the amount given everywhere else) and that it will cost €20m to bring his training staff over from Milan. Then there’s the €12m need to fire Pellegrini and his posse. Where the other €8m is to be spent is left in the air by Sport.

However, there is still a lot of other football fun going on in Spain, not that you’d know it when reading the main papers.

Atlético Madrid are set to make a decision on whether to renew Quique Sánchez Flores’ contract. And yes, any club in their right mind would have done it right after the UEFA cup final. But Atlético have not been in their right mind for some time.

But there is still some good news for the Rojiblancos - but not for poor West Brom - with the disastrous defender Pablo Ibañez apparently heading to the Hawthorns with his contract now up at the Vicente Calderón.

AS are also reporting that Fran Mérida has signed for the club from Arsenal, although LLL feels that the midfielder may simply be a poor man’s José Jurado.

Goalkeeper Diego López and striker Giuseppe Rossi are set to do one from El Madrigal with Villarreal manager, Juan Carlos Garrido, noting that the financial times are testing at the moment for the club. “If there are offers for these players we’ll probably accept them” admitted Garrido.

Everyone is up for sale at the Oh-No! Estadi with Mallorca about to go into administration and set to lose manager Gregorio Manzano to either Sevilla or Atlético Madrid. Anyone with the means of paying him, really.

And in news that is probably only exciting to the blog and maybe one heroic reader, Valladolid central midfielder Borja Fernández has joined Getafe to replace the departing Fabio Celestini. And with that transfer, José Mourinho will find that Barcelona is not the only club he will have to beat back, next season.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Justin Bieber Nominated For Best New black entertainer award ... HUH?

Justin Bieber Nominated For Best New black entertainer award ... HUH?


I'm not entirely sure how this happened, but Biebs has been nominated in the Best New Artist category at the 2010 Black Entertainment Television Awards. Yep, you heard it right!

According to Stehen Hill, the BET President "Bieber has crossed the colour boundaries the same way that hip-hop has crossed the boundaries the other way for a number of years". While we agree, we're not sure how this makes him a 'black entertainer' like his music mentor, Usher.

Either way, we're stoked for the little guy. Good luck, Biebs!


Sunday, May 23, 2010

Inter crowned kings of Europe

Inter Champions


MADRID - Inter Milan reached the summit of European soccer for the first time in 45 years when Diego Milito scored two superb goals to give them a 2-0 win over Bayern Munich in an enthralling Champions League final on Saturday.

The 30-year-old Argentine scored after 35 and 70 minutes to seal a deserved victory for Inter at the Santiago Bernabeu stadium and complete an unprecedented treble for a Serie A club following their Italian league and Cup double.

It was also a personal triumph for Inter's masterful coach Jose Mourinho who etched his name alongside football's great club managers by becoming only the third man to win the European Cup with two clubs.

But the Portuguese, linked with a move to Real Madrid, has been considering his future and after the match told reporters:

"It's more probable that I will go than I will stay. We deserved this competition not just for this match but for the path we took. Inter did exactly what I wanted."

EXCELLENT FOOTBALL

Beaten Bayern boss Louis van Gaal, whose team missed out on winning the first German treble, said the better team had won.

"Inter played excellent football tonight and what we did wasn't enough. They deserved to win."

World Cup-bound Milito, who had spent much of his career as a journeyman striker, has reached the heights this season with 22 goals in his first Serie A campaign for Inter.

He scored the goal that clinched the domestic title last weekend, got the winner in the Italian Cup final and sent the Inter fans wild in Madrid with a clinically-taken opening goal that set them on their way to their latest triumph.

"It's a joy I've never experienced. It's incredible. I am so happy for Inter because we wanted this so badly. We are so happy and it's a unique sensation," Milito told reporters before surprisingly being coy about whether he will stay at the club.

"Let's see," he said before joining the celebrations which lasted for almost an hour after Inter received the cup from UEFA president Michel Platini, whose idea to switch the final from a Wednesday to a Saturday was rewarded with a memorable occasion.

He said he wanted more children at one of Europe's great showpiece occasions and the kids of the Inter players were still playing with the gold celebration bunting on the pitch until way past their bedtimes as their dads celebrated victory.

The disconsolate Bayern players, who had already won a league and cup double, could only ponder what might have been.

FIRST GOAL

Milito set Inter on their way when he nodded goalkeeper Julio Cesar's long punt down to Wesley Sneijder, ran on to the Dutchman's pinpoint through ball and shimmied to make space before lifting a shot into the net over Hans Joerg-Butt.

His second was also superbly taken leaving Bayern defender Daniel Van Buyten bamboozled and beaten before firing past Butt into the far corner of the net.

Before the decisive second strike, which came after English referee Howard Webb played the advantage during the build-up, Bayern twice came close to an equaliser.

Striker Thomas Muller was denied by Julio Cesar at the start of the second half and pacy Dutch winger Arjen Robben also failed with an attempt to bring the scores level.

Inter had also gone close to more goals, especially from Sneijder just before half time, but they were denied by some excellent goalkeeping from Butt.

With one end of the stadium decked out in the red of Bayern and the other filled with blue-and-black clad Inter fans, both teams made a cautious start on a balmy Madrid evening.

COACHING DUEL

The build-up was dominated by the coaching duel between Van Gaal and his one time Barcelona assistant Mourinho but almost from kick-off it was clear both coaches had given the same instructions to their team - go for goals.

Mourinho opted for a three-man attack of Samuel Eto'o, Goran Pandev and Milito while Van Gaal, without suspended playmaker Franck Ribery, trusted his attack to Ivica Olic and Thomas Muller with Hamit Altintop and Robben providing the ammunition.

Inter's attempts obviously proved more fruitful but even before Milito put them ahead, their attack looked sharper and they always seemed the more likely to gain the early advantage.

Eto'o and Milito were a constant threat to the Bayern defence, while Olic and Mueller ultimately made little impression even though Robben toiled hard on the right wing and provided them with several opportunities.

Fears the game might turn into a sterile, defensive affair were unfounded and Inter, who won the European Cup in 1964 and 1965, claimed a long overdue third crown with a performance of passion, skill and rugged flair.

Their display was typified by excellent skipper Javier Zanetti who will never forget his 700th match for the club.

Mourinho will also never forget what might be his last match in charge of Inter as he followed Ernst Happel and Ottmar Hitzfeld as the only coaches to win the European Cup with two different sides following his success with Porto in 2004.