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Wednesday 30 July 2014

La Liga summer transfers - pt 1

     Well the World Cup - my most favouritest one ever - is now over. Football is dead, long live football. A new season is on the horizon and with it arrive a plethora of new players; some well known, others unknown, some for extortionate fees and others on frees. Possibly the best new signing could be a team rather than a player, with Eibar confirming it has managed to raise the amount stipulated by the ridiculous Spanish rules and will therefore be hosting Primera teams at its minute Ipurua ground for the first time.
     As I have some time to kill ahead of Primera División football breaking out again on August 23, I thought I'd take a look at the acquisitions of all teams in La Liga to date. There will be many, many more signings made between now and the transfer window closing on August 31 but I'm feeling impatient for football again and this may just kill some time! And so, without Freddy Adu, we begin with;

Almería

     After staying up by the nerve-endings on the skin of their teeth last season, los Rojiblancos desperately needed to both strengthen their team and keep hold of Aleix Vidal. They failed in their latter attempt, the inspirational winger beating a path to across Andalucía to Sevilla for EUR3m. In a somewhat strange move, Real Madrid graduate Marcos Tébar has also left, swapping the south-east of Spain for West London to join... Brentford. Go figure.
That's one happy Teerasil
     In their attempts to strengthen, Almería have spared no expense. Sorry, I mean they've spared no money. Operating on a tight budget, the team hasn't spent a penny on reinforcements, with new players coming in either on free transfers or on loan - as is the case with perennial loanee Wellington Silva from Arsenal and, intriguingly, with Teerasil Dangda from Muangthong United. The Thailand striker formerly spent a season at Man Citeh in 2008/09 but never kicked a ball in anger.
     Among the frees, they've brought in Rayo Vallecano 'keeper Rubén, Argentine centre-back Mauro dos Santos from Real Murcia and right-back Ximo Navarro from Mallorca. More in hope than expectation of adding firepower, they've also brought in Israeli striker Tomer Hemed from Mallorca. Although he performed reasonably well in the Primera last time out a couple of years ago, he only managed a paltry 2 goals in 24 games last season in the division below. Almería will look to pair him with Quique, who bagged a highly creditable 24 in 38 last season, albeit in Segunda B with CD Guadalajara.

Athletic Bilbao

Thumbs-up: Viguera
     Los Leones finished fourth in La Liga last term, 7 points behind Real and 7 points ahead of Sevilla. You'd think they would have spotted an opportunity to break into the top 3 this season, as although Real and Barcelona have both strengthened ridiculously, Atlético Madrid are haemorrhaging players and could possibly falter.
     The main problem for Bilbao, as ever, is their laudable transfer structure which means they can only sign Basque players. This obviously limits the number of players available to them on the market somewhat, and so far this summer they've only managed to bring in Borja Viguera from Alavés for EUR1m. However, the striker did manage to notch 25 goals last season, so could provide decent back-up to the ageing but still good-for-goals Aritz Aduriz who is in his third and most prolific spell with the Bilbao team.

Atlético Madrid

     I'd say of all the top teams, Atleti and excitable gaffer Cholo Simeone have the toughest job over the summer. Most other teams winning one of the big European leagues could reasonably expect to strengthen their team and not have the squad picked apart, but this is exactly what has happened to Atlético. It would seem they have become a victim of their own success, with much of the squad moving overseas - and a large part of that to Chelsea unfortunately.
Err, that's one way to celebrate: Costa
     Former Brazilian Diego Costa may have resembled some sort of haggarred, weak-kneed beach donkey during the World Cup but was instrumental in the team's against-all-odds league victory with 27 goals. He of course has joined Chelsea for EUR38m and I'm sure everyone reading (hello both) will join me in wishing him a dismal season of failure and lots and lots of rain in the Premiership. Joining him in the hopefully relegation-bound side is impressive left-back Filipe Luís after EUR20m changed hands. The clever but frustratingly inconsistent Diego has left for an undisclosed fee, joining Fenerbahce, while Atleti somehow managed to persuade Porto to part with EUR11m for 60% of the rights to one-goal-per-nine-games striker Adrián. David Villa has joined New York City. Just to help the game grow across the pond of course. Nothing to do with a massive pension top-up. Not at all.
Nearly in last season's colours: Mandzukic
     Los Colchoneros have needed to sign two 'keepers in order to replace Zamora Trophy-winning loanee Thibaut Cortois, with Jan Oblack (EUR16m, Benfica) and Miguel Ángel Moyà (EUR3m, Getafe) coming in his stead. They can't play them both at the same time though, obviously. To replace Costas' goals the Madrid side have turned to Bayern Munich's Mario Mandzukic, shelling out EUR22m on the 'big man up top', and taken a EUR7.5m punt on young Argentine striker Ángel Correa from San Lorenzo. They have since also executed a nimble bit of transfer gazumpery by bringing in classy wing-waif Antoine Griezmann for EUR30m. Tough-tackling fullback Cristian Ansaldi has also joined from Zenit. Where he played all of 9 games since moving from Rubin Kazan last year. Finally, Cholo has elected to replace his Brazilian left-back with...a Brazilian left-back, with Guilherme Siqueira coming in from Granada for EUR10m. After all if it ain't broke etc.

Barcelona

     Having 'only' finished second last year Barça are quite clearly in need of a massive revamp of
their squad. Surely the biggest loss for the team over the summer was a giant of a man, a true
Pity for me this funny man has gone :(
legend of the club who should have won more international caps by far and stood firm between the sticks for years, playing in a total of 31 games in six years - the venerable pirate of El Puerto, José Manuel Pinto. As an aside, Victor Valdés and (actual) club legend Carles Puyol also left on frees. The Catalan side generated most of the funds for incoming players with the sale of not-really-first-teamers Cesc Fàbregas and Alexis Sánchez, who possibly shared the same plane as they jetted in to London to join Chelsea and Arsenal for EUR33m and EUR42.5m respectively. Somewhat less cash-money was generated by Jonathan dos Santos (EUR2m) and Bojan (EUR4m) joining Villarreal and somewhat implausibly, Stoke.
Suárez minus his mouth-weapons
     The flip-side of this coin is, of course, that Barcelona managed to sign the 'humble' (not the first word that springs to mind for most, Andoni) Luis Suárez from Liverpool for a staggering EUR81m. There were rumours before that they may have included a 'no biting clause' (and what the fuck kind of adult human being needs that kind of shit written into a contract), but what are they going to do if when he bites someone again? Cancel his contract and not take any money from the queue of massive teams lining up to sign him? Brilliant footballer, abhorrent human man. The club (can they be called a club, they're supposed to be 'more than' that, aren't they?) would do best to extract all his teeth and allow him to wear dentures while out and about on the street, provided he can prove his control over them.
     Of the actual humans signed, Ivan Rakitic is the pick of the bunch. One of the very best players in the entire league last year, Barcelona prised him away from Sevilla with the offer of EUR18m plus a borrow of Denis Suárez. The team behind new manager Luis 'turncoat' Enrique also sanctioned the signing of two highly impressive 'keepers - letter minefield Marc-André ter Stegen from Borussia Mönchengladbach for EUR12m and Chilean #1 Claudio Bravo for EUR12m from Real Sociedad. The team also made left-back Jérémy Mathieu the most expensive-ever signing over 30 when they paid Valencia EUR20m for his services.

Celta de Vigo

'El Bati' in his new surroundings
     Os Célticos finished an impressive 9th last time out - 10 points above the relegation zone nine places below but also 10 points behind Sociedad in the last European spot just two places above.
     In a bid to push on, the team has raided Barcelona B for two defenders - Carles Planas and Sergi Gómez. More importantly, Celta managed to bring in forward Joaquín 'el Bati' Larrivey on a free from Rayo Vallecano, and the Argentine hitman will look to form a good partnership with naturalised Chilean Pablo Hernández, who has arrived from O'Higgins for a fee of EUR1.6m. Born in Tucumán, Argentina, Hernández received a Chilean passport earlier in the year and played for the team in a World Cup warm-up against Costa Rica, where he scored a brace. If he keeps up a scoring record of two goals per game he'll even manage to challenge CR7 and Messi for the Pichichi. Maybe.

Córdoba

Happy new additions Deivid & Fidel
     After finishing 7th in Segunda last season (and even that only on goal difference over Recreativo), Córdoba saw off Las Palmas in a tight two-legged final to reclaim their place at the top table of Spanish football for the first time in 42 years. Manager Albert Ferrer, yes that one, obviously has faith in his side's defence, thus far only adding Deivid on a free from their vanquished promotion opponents.
     Further forward, los Califas have added firepower in the shape of giant Japanese centre-forward Mike Havenaar (yes, in spite of the name he is genuinely Japanese, albeit by birth) on a free from Vitesse. Incoming midfielders have come in the flavours of José Carlos, from Rayo, and Patrick Ekeng from Lausanne. In addition, Ferrer has loaned in exitingly-named Brazilian wing-smith Ryder Matos from Fiorentina, Fidel from Elche and Fede Cartabia from Valencia.

Deportivo La Coruña

Arriving in Galícia: Cuenca
     After leading the way in the Segunda for much of the season, Superdépor were overtaken by fairy tale team Eibar at the death and finished second. Thus far their only concrete business has seen them bring in Isaac Cuenca from Barcelona after the Catalans agreed to rescind the pacey young player's contract. He will be hoping to resurrect his once-promising career after falling out of the picture and being loaned out to Ajax last term.
     Joining him will be a clutch of loan signings. It's easier to list them than go through them all individually, so they are - defender Roberto Canella from Sporting Gijón and midfielders Luis Carlos Fariña, Lucas Pérez and José Rodriguez from Benfica, PAOK and Real Madrid respectively.

Eibar

     After managing to raise the amount stipulated by the Spanish FA, Eibar will be allowed to take their rightful place in the Primera Liga next season for the very first time! Huzzah! And extremely well done to anyone who bought shares in the little club to help them achieve their goal. No-one connected with the club will underestimate the task facing them this season, though. Their championship-winning squad was filled with a mass of loan signings, many of whom will not be returning to Ipurua this time round.
Dani García (renewal) & Javi Lara,
with scarves. Big scarves.
     Predictably, all their signings so far have been on frees. As much as fans like the fairy tale story of a tiny team from a far-flung part of the country with a stadium holding barely over 5,000 getting into the Big Time, players prefer money. Los Armeros, therefore, have so far only managed to persuade three blokes to join their crew. Manager and former player Gaizka Garitano will be hoping that Levante's Ángel will be able to provide some goals while Jaime Jiménez, from Valladolid, will be able to keep them out at the other end. In between the pair, journeyman midfieldster Javi Lara has joined from Ponferradina in what is something like the 74th transfer of his career.

Elche

     Along with Almería, Elche also finished last season one point above the drop zone. While the team's goal difference of -20 was better than many of those around them, they only managed to score 30 goals in 38 games. Nonetheless, manager Fran Escribá hasn't seemed preoccupied with bringing extra firepower into his front line. The only actual striker to have joined is Jonathas, who arrives on loan after scoring 15 in 37 for Latina in Lega Pro Prima Divisione/B last season, helping them win promotion to Serie B after finishing third.
Pasalic with the customary thumbs-up
     In midfield, Fayçal Fajr was secured on a free from Caen, Adrián Gonzalez joined from Rayo, as did former Real Madrid youth Pedro Mosquera. Poland international 'keeper Przemysław Tytoń has joined on loan from PSV Eindhoven, but the most interesting Eastern European addition is Mario Pasalic, who joins on loan from Chelsea. Despite never having played an international game, the German-born 19-year-old was part of Croatia's initial World Cup squad before missing out in the final cut. He's highly-regarded by the West Londoners and it will be interesting to see how he fares.

Espanyol

An absolute unit: Caicedo
     Los Periquitos had a quiet season and pulled themselves together before the end to finish 14th, albeit only 3 points above the drop. Nevertheless Dépor legend Sergio, in his very first appointment as manager, feels the scoring side wasn't such a problem last season, and has therefore only added spectacularly-dredded former Manchester City misfit Felipe Caicedo to his forward line on a free from Al Jazira, where he had presumably got tired of reading the news.
     Defenders Anaitz Arbilla and Álvaro González have joined from Rayo and Real Zaragoza respectively, while link men Paco Montañés and Salva Sevilla signed up to the Barcelona club from Zaragoza (again) and Seville team Betis.


That concludes the run-down of the first 10 Primera Liga teams. The second half of this enthralling, rip-roaring, unputdownable internetty scribe will be posted in the next few days/next week/when I can be bothered/never/no, probably in the next few days, actually.

Friday 11 July 2014

Amusing World Cup 2014 memories

So after the best and most enjoyable World Cup in memory (for me anyway, notwithstanding Spain's embarrassing early exit) we now know Argentina will take on Germany in the final on Sunday. I'll be doing a match report on that in due course, but in the meantime I decided to honour the memories of this soon-to-be-finished competition with a look back at some of the things that stick out most in my mind from this most enjoyable month of football, all sorted into sections, like.

The United Nations, as represented
by Switzerland

Unexpected names within squads


I would like to stress that I'm not laughing at foreign names on account of them being foreign, merely just that some didn't seem to quite 'fit'. Costa Rica had a brilliant array of unexpected names, from reserve 'keeper Patrick Pemberton - who sounds like he should be village postman in the leafy Cotswolds - to Yeltsin Tejeda, whose name needs no explanation. Actually, it needs quite a lot of explanation really. They've also got Roy Miller and Waylon Francis who sound like they should be playing baseball and basketball respectively. It gets even funnier when it transpires that Kenny Cunningham and Rodney Wallace were both dropped just before the preliminary squad was announced.
In what must Shirley show what a forward-thinking, welcoming country it is, Switzerland had a squad bursting with non-Germanic monikers. Too many to list them all but foremost among their number were the likes of Xherdan Shaqiri, Granit Xhaka, Gökhan Inler, Haris Seferović, Blerim Džemaili, Ricardo Rodríguez and Valon Behrami. While we're on the subject, before she got together with Piqué, couldn't someone have introduced Shakira to Shaqiri??
As an aside to this, first names on kits became more common than just the made-up names sported by Brazilians for the better part of a century, with James (Rodríguez) and Memphis (Depay) foremost among the exponents of this trend. Ravel (Morrison) has already tried this in England and frankly looks bloody stupid.

Kits o'clock

Stupid monochrome kits


Stupid bloody FIFA brought in a poorly-worded, stupid bloody directive that caused confusion and apparent panic in the Adidas ranks. The joke organisation wanted to make sure all those millions around the world watching football on their tellies or down the pub were able to discern the two teams playing on their HD screens, and so launched their directive stating that each team must have one dark and one light kit. And only use a maximum of four colours in each. You can only imagine what Jorge Campos (look him up, kids - USA '94) made of that last bit.
Adidas then decided that to err on the side of caution they'd make all their kits monochrome. Some might say the fact I care about this makes me a loser. They're almost certainly right. Nevertheless, I think it takes away from a team's identity. Spain in all red á la Liverpool? Germany without black shorts?? Pure foolishment if you ask me.

Umm, a clock

Great 2nd halves


Although I can hand-on-heart say I've enjoyed this World Cup more than any other and there have been some unbelievably good games, quite a lot of them have been slow burners. The good thing was that after the first few matches you soon realised that even if the opening 45 minutes had been absolutely abject, the second halves almost always improved massively. In fact, most games seemed to get better the longer they went on. I can't remember another competition where there have been so many dramatic, late, game-changing goals (and I can't be bothered to trawl through records to find out!), just one of the reasons for an excellent, feel-good competition.

Brazuca in its natural habitat

An actual round ball


Over the previous tournaments it seemed the scientists tinkered more and more with the most important aspect of football - the ball itself - in an attempt to make it perfectly smooth and round. When they finally got that right, with the Jabulani for World Cup 2010 in South Africa, it was discovered that an almost perfectly smooth, round ball is actually counterproductive to good football. And so for this World Cup Adidas just went down the high street and picked up the least-scarred football in there for under £20 and bunged a 'Brazuca' sticker on it. Excellent move it was too, no-one's made a single complaint about the ball and that's how it should be.
Also, it even had a personality as demonstrated on its own Twitter account, proclaiming during the Germany-Algeria game that "Manuel Neuer won’t even let me in the box, let alone the net".

Joyous football, Costa Rica-style

'Smaller' teams playing well


In my opinion, most of the traditional 'smaller' teams fared well in Brazil, many of them seemingly determined not to be overawed by either the occasion or their illustrious opposition. Costa Rica are the obvious stand-out performers in this respect. Being drawn in a group including three World Cup winners they stuck stubbornly to their gameplan and not only escaped but ended up winning the group. With an excellent work ethic and good coaching from a man who looks like a small Columbo, they went as far as the quarter finals before being beaten by intimidating Dutch substitute Tim Krul on penalties. Each and every one of them a national hero now.
I'd balk at calling Chile one of the smaller teams (well, they were my outside bet at the beginning!) but they were in a group with Spain and the Netherlands. They beat the World Cup holders easily and were oh so unlucky to lose to an underwhelming Brazil in the second round, Mauricio Pinillas' drive smashing back off the woodwork right at the death before they lost on penalties.
Greece came with a wholly unsurprising gameplan but stuck to it well even after defeat in their first game and also went out on penalties in the second round. Australia did reasonably well. OK, they ended up bottom of the group with zero points, and were even beaten by Spain, but in the previous two games they really added to the competition and kept attacking. This was Bosnia and Herzegovina's first major tournament, and although they should have done better than to secure just three points, they were unlucky with refereeing decisions and only lost to Argentina because of an unlucky early own-goal we'll just put down to big stage nerves.

57% of Brazil is covered by rainforest
The rest is covered by Manuel Neuer

Goalkeeping par excellence


Usually fans flock to watch the World Cup for displays of attacking flair and power, but even though this has been a great competition for goals, it has also been a highlight for the stand-out brilliance of a few goalkeepers. Foremost among these is Mexican Guillermo Ochoa, whose agent must be over the moon with his displays in Brazil. Having just seen out his contract with Ajaccio after relegation from Ligue 1, he is now a free transfer with many top clubs chasing him following a string of near-godly performances between the sticks. Keylor Navas also excelled himself, while Tim Howard was widely praised for a game in which the ball was repeatedly kicked straight at him. However, ahead of all these Manuel Neuer has cemented his place as the best 'keeper in the world no matter what happens on Sunday (apart from a couple of calamitous own-goals, obviously!). At times he almost rewrote the book on goalkeeping, haring up to 40 yards off his line to sweep up behind his defence. Unquestionably the best in the world at the moment, and the scary thing is he's still relatively young for a 'keeper at 28.

"Ow, Suárez bit me!!"

Various levels of pointless violence


Where else to start this than with the Luis Suárez bite? The mentally-challenged bigtooth goal-getter quite obviously (in replays) chomped down on Italy's Giorgio Chiellini because things weren't going his way. The only thing more cringe-worthy than this human scum's defence that he 'lost balance' and his 'head fell into the defender' is people trying to argue his case by saying worse fouls happen all the time in football. For fuck's sake, toddlers know that biting is wrong. Suárez really is little more than an arsehole and big teeth on legs. Creepy image. Apart from that, the fact I still haven't seen #comedydefender David Luiz get a red card for his constant elbowing dumfounds me. This awful clown of the backline is forever elbowing the world in the face, yet refs miss it all the time.
Other 'highlights' included Cameroon prats Benoît Assou-Ekotto and Alex Song, one of whom headbutted a teammate and the other who got sent off for improbably elbowing Mario Mandzukic in the spine, Pepe getting a red card for stupidly yet delicately nudging Thomas Müller's forehead with his own, and the unfortunate challenge on Neymar by Juan Camilo Zúñiga which was definitely unintentional, as much as many in Brazil like to think otherwise.

According to the TV cameramen, this
is what most of the crowds looked like

Stupid stupid 'fans'


Now, call me old-fashioned but when I go to the football, I go to - you know - watch the football. No such antiquated thinking among the international football fan community apparently, who are more than happy to lope about whenever spotted by a camera. Pretty much every fucker spotted by cameramen was delighted to be up on the big screen, even if their team was getting absolutely shafted at the time. I spent my World Cup hoping someone supporting a losing team would respond to the camera with a quick 'fuck off' or middle finger, but alas no joy. These are not real fans I feel.
TV cameramen every four years go totty-crazy as well. Every time there's a lull in play the director will cut to either an attractive or scantily-clad member of the crowd, or a bloke dressed up in a 'zany' costume. It leaves you wondering what these cameramen do in the intervening years; I presume many of them have raps for voyeurism.

Definitely not Adrian Chiles...

TV presenters (not our ones, though)


I'll be honest, when it comes to the terrestrial TV channels here, I don't mind the two oft-hated figures as much as everyone else seems to. I actually quite like Mark 'grumpy old man' Lawrenson - at least he calls out diving unlike the rest of the fraternity who call it 'embellishment' or other such assorted bollocks. And I don't even find Adrian 'Brummie geezer next to you at the bar down the local' Chiles and his everyman schtick that tiring either, in small doses. The Brazilian public didn't feel the same however, a big crack in the ITV studio window appearing suspiciously close to his head after a spot of rioting. Still, as has been noted elsewhere by a justifiably jealous British public over the past month, Vanessa Huppenkothen and Mariana Gonzalez of Mexico, Kay Murray from Bein Sports, Roberta Setimi from Brazil and Alejandra Buitrago from Colombia are most definitely not Adrian Chiles...

'...the Lion King's dad'

Meme-spouting


This was the most social media World Cup of all time. Not that surprising, considering they didn't have all that many smartphones when the competition started, when England won it, or even when Maradona had that helping paw from Him Upstairs, but still I'm sure it's impressive for someone. Consequently, this was probably also the 'most-memed' World Cup of all as well. Much as I hate three vowels after the other in a word, I have to note that Van Persieing was the first to take off, literally. This saw people lie face-down and put their arms in the air behind them, like the Dutch flyer's landing after he scored that amazing headed equaliser against Spain. A better and more imaginative meme was Things Tim Howard Could Save, which saw internetters photoshopping the US goaltenderkeeper to show him saving '...the Lion King's dad', '...the Titanic', '...the dinosaurs' etc etc. TimCahilling never really took off though, and anyway just consisted of the cornerflag-bothering Antipodean facepalming while watching Brazil's collapse at the hands of the German machine.

Intentional or not?

Germany's class free-kick


The game between Germany and Algeria was unexpectedly one of the very best, with end to end football and Manuel Neuer pretty much patrolling the half-way line. However the thing I'll remember most was the botched 'botched' Germany free kick. I like invention when it comes to deadballs and this was one of the most devious yet. With five players gathered round the wall, Schweinsteiger executed a stepover before Thomas Müller tripped over while running towards it. While the wall was distracted he got up and span round it, while Toni Kroos attempted to chip the ball over to his unmarked teammate. It didn't work but it was bloody fiendish. Everyone else in the pub was cracking up, thinking the Krauts had ballsed it up. I was the only one to see it as it was, a very well-worked free kick routine that just didn't come off. Looks bloody stupid when you get it wrong, though!

Blatter: an arsehole

Blatter-bating


Now every fan in footballdom knows that Sepp Blatter embodies all that's wrong with football. I used to be sure he was just a fat old wind-up merchant or a made-up cartoon baddie like John Terry, but it turns out he's real and seemingly doesn't understand why every single person in the world - even those who have never heard of him - hate every last molecule of his being. He loves to be seen at big FIFA events, never missing a chance to plaster his ugly boat over the big screens. However, in Brazil he finally got his comeuppance, and was roundly booed by pretty much everyone in the stadium every time his Chevy Chase was shown on the big screen. Whoever decides what goes up on those screens soon stopped showing him. I've got to say, if it were me I would've shown his face every time the ball went out of play.

Wrestling mask, check.
Sombrero, check. Ready

Fan-bating


Football is of course a participation activity for fans, and the World Cup is no exception. Of course most stadia were filled with Brazilians with no more than pockets of 'away' fans - for the European sides anyway. The other South American fans were always out in force, and none more so than the Mexican followers. My enduring memory of them will be all the many thousands of them going ¡¡PUTO!! as one every time the opposition 'keeper took a goal kick. Kind of like the "you. fat. BASTARD!" heard in every English stadium, although FIFA were considering banning the practice ahead of the tournament. Brazilian fans naturally supported anyone playing Argentina so the final will see them standing staunchly behind Germany. In the second semi, Argie fans took great delight in relentlessly chanting 'siete, siete' in response to the hosts' humbling the previous day. Good times.

I simply had to include this photo

Salty, salty Brazilian tears


The entire Brazil squad burst into tears at any given moment with seemingly the most minor encouragement. Good, bad, indifferent, they bawled their eyes out regardless, the emotionally-stunted individuals. Their fans were positively staid by comparison which, if you know any Brazilians, is really saying something (although they were, every single one of them, squeaky as fuck). Of course, that historically embarrassing bollocking handed out by Germany in the semi turned out to be a legitimate reason for players and fans alike to burst into tears. I don't think any of them will be getting over that for generations. I was laughing along with everyone else in that last game, but let us remember we've all been there as football fans. We just didn't cry like a load of pussies.

Close to coming a cropper

Entertaining managers



Usually the players are the stars and the management goes unnoticed or underappreciated. 2014, however, was a break-out year for those in the dug-out. Mexico's Miguel Herrera was pure box office, racing around his technical area and waving his arms about at any refereeing decision. The only down-side with him was the sheer number of imaginary yellow cards he brandished. Jorge Luis Pinto of Costa Rica obviously got his team hitting above their 'station' but was also good to keep an eye on while on the sidelines. He also looked like a miniature Columbo with massive cuffs. Far more understated than this pair was Argentina's Alejandro Sabella who kept me entertained throughout with his deadpan reactions to player injuries and especially for his own meme-moment when he nearly hit the deck and split his head open after Gonzalo Higuaín smacked the bar against Belgium. Pure gold.

Unexpected, to say the least

Shock results


It's strange, in a World Cup so chock full of action, talking points and great games, that there hasn't been one stand-out team in the competition. Germany are probably the closest we've come but even so they didn't look amazing throughout all their earlier games. Instead we've had a brilliant competition and a couple of completely unexpected, world-exploding results. One of the first games of the tournament saw champions Spain take on relatively downbeat Netherlands. Spain went 1-0 up but David Silva missed a decent chance before Van Persie Van Persieied his way to 1-1 before the break. The Oranje then proceeded to slap Spain all over the shop and 5-1 frankly flattered La Furia Roja in the end. Unarguably, an even bigger result came in the first semi final where hosts Brazil got absolutely mullered (pun intended) by the triumphant Germans 7-1. That result really will echo through the decades for the Seleção. If they were to ban every single of the 14 involved from pulling on the yellow jersey for the rest of their careers I couldn't see it harming their future prospects whatsoever. Come on, having that clown David Luiz as captain?? Even as stand-in that's nothing short of a joke.

Hitch-hike celebrating grasshopper

Animals


There were, as usual, the usual plethora of predictive animals following in the briny tentacle-steps of Pulpo Pablo of 2010 fame, but they're ten a penny now and no-one pays them much notice as a consequence. However, one animal to hit the headlines under their own steam was the massive grasshopper which affixed itself to the arm of James Rodriguez after the star of the tournament had scored his side's consolation penalty against Brazil in the quarter final.

Cold/lonely players

Players hugging themselves


To be honest, I've often been slightly worried by the way SkySports gets players to ominously march towards camera in their Premiershite coverage when showing the team line-ups, but this year the World Cup brought a totally new dimension to team line-ups on TV. However, rather than having the players march scowling toward the viewer, they had them cross their arms and turn to face the camera. Simple enough, you'd think. But these are professional footballers we're talking about. Many players looked fed-up, others mentally unstable, while the majority just looked cold. A lot of them couldn't even manage to follow the simple instructions, and anyone who's seen any of the awful Goal trilogy could have already told producers how far footballers' acting abilities extend, i.e. not as far as you can throw them.

"I loves me boots, me"

Stupid boots


Ever since Alan Ball, footballers have been taking the piss more and more with ostentatious, over-the-top coloured boots. World Cup 2014 will hopefully represent a nadir, as I can't see boots getting much more stupid than they've been this time around. The boot du jour in Brazil has been either the Adidas black and white complicated effort or the ridiculous one pink boot, one baby blue boot combination. Even worse were the accompanying gloves handed out to goalkeepers which were in the same coordination. Going even further than me in their hatred of stupid modern footballers' stupid boots was Russian Orthodox priest Alexander Shumsky who labelled them, and all coloured boots, a "homosexual abomination". Oo-er.

Kostas' weird beard

Poor haircuts

Footballer haircuts are getting increasingly ridiculous; but at least it's on purpose unlike mullets in the 80s. Nevertheless there were some properly stupid looking blokes taking part in Brazil 2014. Asamoah Gyan had one #3 dyed into the side of his head, but not on the other side as he fucked it up. Either way, we know you're number 3 mate - it's on the back of your bloody shirt. US midfieldsman Kyle Beckermann's smelly dreadlocks were highly impressive, in a slept on them in a shop doorway for the past month kinda way. Dani Alves began the tournament with his normal hair but why he decided to go for 'old man chic' by dyeing it white part-way through is beyond me. Kostas Mitroglou's beard just confused me. And let us not forget David Luiz, forever the #comedyfootballer for his idiotic bouffant hairdo allied to his laughter-inducing 'defensive' meanderings. Awful player, awful hair. And they made him captain when Thiago Silva was out of the semis! They deserve everything they get.

Colombian line-dancing

Annoying goal celebrations


Apparently many have been enjoying the preplanned celebrations carried out by a couple of countries but I'm afraid I can't join in the appreciation. I just thought the organised dancing from Colombia and especially Ghana was cringe-worthy, like something out of Glee or somesuch. I suppose you could trace it all back to Marco Tardelli, but I get the feeling he would've thought they all look like twats an' all. And that's without mentioning Daniel Sturridge as well. His is one of the very most retarded, annoying, look-at-me celebrations in world football. When he notched for England here he wheeled away in celebration before tempering his joy to perform his dick-face celebration. Man alive what the hell kind of world are we living in?


Anyway, these were just a few of the main alternative memories of World Cup 2014. Let's just hope the final lives up to the standards set over the past few weeks and gives us the best memories of all!

Thursday 3 July 2014

Post-mortem of Spain's disastrous WC 2014 campaign

     And so Spain's defence of the shiniest of shiny trophies foundered at the very first hurdle in Brazil. They are not the first world champions to bow out in the group stage, nor will they be the last, but the manner of their exit will hurt Spanish football for some time. A 3-0 win against an also-already out Australia did nothing to soothe the pain, but at least the team didn't finish bottom of the group, as Italy had four years ago. As silver linings go it's not the greatest, granted...
     The early exit of La Roja was greeted with delight by the massed Brazilian hordes in the stadia and heralded as the death of tiki-taka by a sneering media, but while the public reaction is understandable given Spain's scarcely-conceivable dominance over global football these past few years, the gloating over the perceived death of a style of play is both misguided and premature. For one thing, Spain only played a barely recognisable form of tiki-taka in the first match; a bastardised version which involved a few short passes followed by a seemingly-aimless lump upfield towards the wholly unsuited Diego Costa. They looked reasonably good up until the Netherlands equalised and should have gone into the half time break 2-0 up but for a bizarre David Silva choice of shot and a superb, meme-spouting diving header from Robin van Persie. Against Chile, the team seemed to
Tiki taka is about lots of arrows, apparently
react to criticism from the first game by deciding to alter their style to that of a high-pressing, high-energy, fast moving team - basically they tried to out-Chile Chile. The predictable happened, albeit with help from an awful attempted punch from Iker Casillas, and the European Roja ended up looking toothless, losing 2-0 and crashing out of the World Cup. In the dead rubber against Australia manager Vicente del Bosque gave run-outs to players who hadn't been given a chance and basically appeared to think 'sod it', sticking the amazing non-scoring striker Fernando Torres up front with all-time Spanish top-scorer David Villa. By this time the result was academic, of course, but at least the team seemed to partially resemble that which has stood astride the footballing world for over half a decade. Ok, so it was against a dispirited Australia shorn of its one class player in Tim Cahill, who'd scored the goal of the tournament in the previous game but also picked up a second booking of the competition. Del Bosque may have lost faith in the system in the end, but the Spanish football structure must stay true to the tried and tested formula.
     For another thing, much of the meeja underestimate how deep tiki-taka runs in the Spanish psyche and footballing DNA. All levels of the international team, from schoolboy up to 100-plus capped players, train to play the game in the same style. Obviously there will be players with different attributes coming through all the time - and granted, it is unlikely a new possession-retention machine will spring up immediately to replace midfield pass-control gnome king Xavi, now retired from international football - but they will all have a similar identity. Very possibly, what went so wrong in Brazil was not the system, but the players employed to put it into action. Through a mixture of age, lack of appetite having won everything in the game, and possibly some arrogance,
The future's bright, but not orange
the playing squad which had triumphantly waggled its collective dick in the face of world footballdom for more than half a decade failed the very system that made it so very successful. The sunny flip-side to this is that although the creaking first team floundered in South America, the younger Spain teams have been doing extraordinarily well of late. The under-21 team are currently double European champions and are leading Group 4 in qualifying for the next instalment of the competition with six wins out of six and a record of 22 goals scored to only five conceded. Members of La Rojita who are surely destined to burst into the main side imminently and gain more senior caps include the likes of Isco, Morata, Muniain, Deulofeu, Jesé (who should be back in action by October), Alcântara, Carvajal and Alberto Moreno, to name but a few.
     From the current squad which just returned from Brazil, David de Gea will surely have made the number 1 jersey his own in four years, although there is an argument to say that if Casillas manages to find first team football and rediscover his form, 37 is not too old to guard the nets at a World Cup - just look at Gianluigi Buffon and (to stretch the analogy further) Faryd Mondragón! I have little doubt new Spain captain Sergio Ramos will still be about at the age of 32, although the possibility remains he may have picked up a worldwide ban for collecting 50 career red cards by then. Piqué needs to rediscover his old form if he is to continue, but is one year younger than Ramos so could well still be in and around the squad. Alba at left-back is only 25 but I expect Alberto Moreno to be pressing him for a starting berth soon, while I prefer Dani Carvajal over Azpilicueta at right-back. The Spanish midfield is harder to call taking into account the wealth of class coming through the youth ranks, but 34 may not be too old for Iniesta to still be threading his way artfully through international defences. The rest of the midfield starters at this year's competition will be around the 30 mark, so I expect only half of them to figure at this point in four years time. The Spanish attack will see the biggest overhaul of personnel come the woebegone Russian competition in 4 years' time. David Villa has already bade a tearful goodbye to the shirt and Torres shouldn't have even made the cut this time round. Pedro will be 30 but is more of a winger and will have to sort out some kind of close control by the time his pace starts to desert him. The much maligned Diego Costa is still only 25 but I fully expect him to be cast aside as a failed Brazilian experiment. However, I am confident Jesé and Morata can form the kind of partnership Torres and Villa enjoyed at their collective peak.
     One of the most important positions of the team to help rebuild its international standing is in the technical area, or more usually spotted in the dugout sporting a face like a bankrupt pug. Following Spain's exit from the World Cup, manager Vicente del Bosque offered to tender his resignation but the Spanish football authorities, seemingly for once in their madcap lives, did the right thing in turning this down. It is my opinion that he should continue onto the next international championship and possibly take his successor under his wing before then, to help with the transition and ensure the team's identity remains. Although the team didn't need any transition period between the legendary Luis Aragonés stepping down after winning Euro 2008 and del Bosque taking over, surely it would not harm anyone were this to happen.
Sense-defying regulations
     For me, one of the worst things to emerge from the doomed Spanish World Cup defence was the kit. Oh that kit! Yes Adidas, the team's nickname is La Furia Roja, but that doesn't mean that the entire bloody kit has to be rojo! Whereas Nike, Puma and even Lotto managed to understand FIFA's pillocky mandate that teams had to have one dark and one light-coloured kit, Adidas just sploshed one colour across each of its design remits. For no readily obvious reason, the rules say kits aren't allowed to use more than four colours, one of which must be 'clearly predominant'. FIFA article 35.2 states; Each team shall inform FIFA of two different and contrasting colours (one predominately dark and one predominately light kit) for its official and reserve team kit (shirt, shorts and socks). In addition, each team shall select three contrasting colours for the goalkeepers. Now, this kind of makes sense but Adidas clearly decided to err on the side of caution and just have each of its teams in block colours rather than, say, keeping Spain in their traditional red shirts with dark blue shorts and having a lighter away kit. Stupid Adidas. Bloody stupid FIFA. As an aside, I just found out the other day that QPR will no longer ever have its proper hooped kit any more (at least while in the Premiershit) as new FA rules state numbers on shirts have to be on a blank background. I've said it before and I'll say it again - Modern football really is a load of toss.
     Anyway, all these regulations meant the Spanish players emerged from the tunnel for their last game at this World Cup wearing an appropriately funereal all-black kit, having already been eliminated along with opposition Australia. The game, although a dead-rubber, allowed for a few landmarks and international goodbyes by way of compensation. David Villa started wide left and
This picture doesn't do the finish justice
was the game's stand-out player. Lively and constantly driving, it was obvious he wanted to go out on a high and he got his goal in the 35th minute - an outrageous backheel beating the keeper for his 59th goal in 97 games for his country. El Guaje is Spain's all-time top scorer and his record will take some beating, so I was saddened when he was taken off only 10 minutes after the break. Not as distraught as Villa himself, who couldn't believe his international career was halted at such an early point in the match and slumped to the bench in tears. While Torres started alongside him - and even managed to score, shockingly - there will be far far better options up front in four years time. Behind this pair Iniesta won his 100th cap but was still the only one in the Spanish midfield with any creativity and drive about him, which is why I think he could still be doing the same job in four years. Iker Casillas was dropped and replaced in goal by Reina, and while I hope it's not the last we've seen of San Iker, he really does need to rediscover himself. A trip up the mountains to a Buddhist temple calls, methinks. The captaincy was taken over by Sergio Ramos who could hold that position for a while bearing in mind Xavi's retirement and Casillas' form, regardless of the Andalucian's use of the 'dark arts' (aka cheating).
     Whereas such an ignominious exit from a competition would have gone down to recriminations and much gnashing of teeth elsewhere, in Spain the mood was one of sadness more than splittle-flecked anger and blind fury. The papers, as well as the fans, are and remain thankful to this squad for their unmatched run of three successive major international tournament victories, and as such feel bad for this cycle coming to an end in such a fashion for such an amazing team. Obviously everyone expected them to do well in defence of their hard-won crown, definitely better than they did do, but the warning signs were writ large in the Confederations Cup capitulation to Brazil last
The ignored fans at Barajas
summer. The Spain team themselves were obviously expecting a different reaction as well, so while a large number of fans queued at Barajas airport in Madrid to welcome the team back with messages of support, the players slipped through the back door, not even going through the usual passport control checks. To be fair, even apart from the abject performances in South America, the squad may not have been in the right frame of mind to face fans after it was reported their plane had been struck by lightning on its final approach to Madrid. Hopefully not an ill-omen for times ahead.
     Nevertheless, the Spanish football team still retains the support of the people, who remember with fondness the names that served them so well in the red shirt in Euro 2008, World Cup 2010 and Euro 2012. Their support remains, but they will be hoping for a Spain 2.0 to emerge from the ashes of this most deflating of tournaments.