July 9, 2010
Sigh. Iām absolutely gutted.
In a perplexing change of events, we decided to throw our tournament philosophy out the window, as if to say, āHere, Spainā¦ This is what weāre going to do. Weāre gonna sit back on our heels, and let you come to us. You know, because thatās the way weāve played this entire tournamentā¦ā Yikes.
So, what happened?
July 6, 2010
For those of you expecting a re-match of the European Championship of 2008, I invite you to think again. I said then, after that final match in Viennaās Ernst Happel Stadion, on these very pages, that Germany was āthe worst second place team Iāve ever seenā. A bit harsh, in hindsight, but true none-the-less. They were a bitter, mostly old, infighting squad who only really gave an inspired match against Portugal, and a nervy one against Turkey, to advance to the final.
āWhat's the matter Schweinsteiger? Are you nervoushh?" - Diego Maradona
Errrā¦ not one bit, as it would turn out.
Serendipity. Itās one of my favorite words in the English language. It has a complex and nuanced meaning that, at its' core, can be broken down to mean āa happy accidentā. When I use it in a sentence, I would say, āThe injury sustained to Michael Ballack was serendipitous for Jogi Loew and die Mannschaft.ā
July 3, 2010
I've been dying to do a little trash-talking lately, and this match seemed, to me, to be the perfect place to start. I've enlisted the help of a very excellent writer, and good friend: Gus Sanchez. He and I met over the interwebs several years back, mutually admiring each other's writing styles. And now we're friends, in real life, despite his being a Manchester United and Argentina supporter. Eh. We can't all be perfect...
The fur starts flying in 3, 2, 1....
June 30, 2010
Iām not sure why England fans are so upset about Frank Lampardās disallowed goal in the match against Germany. After all, Paul, the psychic octopus, had already ordained the Germans as match winners. They had no shot after the cephalopod called itā¦ as he's proven himself 4-for-4 so far this tournament.
June 27, 2010
Iām not sure if anyone else has ever sung this blog title back to a Brit, but, I made it up (in my own mind), and Iām gonna run with itā¦
A facebook.com friend (English, mind you) recently got in touch with me, spouting off about the āwarā this Sunday; before we had even faced Ghana in our last group D match. Full of braggadocio, he was absolutely convinced that England would defeat Germany; sending me the text to ā10 German Bombersā. (Like Iāve never heard that before, really?!)
June 26, 2010
Truth be told, itās been very difficult to write the review of the Ghana - Germany match. Even though weāve won Group D, we did it in less-than-spectacular fashion. And, frankly, Iām salivating over Sundayās encounter with In-ger-lund. But, for nowā¦ Iāll try to focus.
June 22, 2010
Normally, Iām not one to complain about referees--- as calls, in the end, tend to even themselves out throughout a tournament. However, Spainās zebra, Alberto Undiano Mallenco, did the tournament, and both Serbia and Germany an injustice, handing out 9 yellow cards throughout their match. Heās been an international referee since 2004, and definitely has experience calling huge matches in La Liga--- Which makes his questionable, soft calls all the more perplexing. Perhaps he was intimidated by the highly physical style of play both teams bring to the pitch? One will never know.
June 17, 2010
The Saturday morning before the wonderful madness that is this World Cup started, my co-worker, Jeremy, and I sat around the pub (with nothing to do because there was no football on) debating the strengths and merits in our respective groups. Heās a Group C Brit, while Iām, of course, a Group D Kraut.
June 15, 2010
I took the day off yesterday ā watching matches from my bed ā as I valiantly tried to rid myself of my post-celebratory headache. A dear friend of mine had wagered a fair bit of coin on die Mannschaft to win (because I said they couldnāt lose), so he, in turn, felt obliged to buy shots every time Germany scored. Ouch. Normally I wouldnāt be thankful of Klose and Oezil missing the sitters they did, but can you imagine how Iād still be suffering if the score was 8 or 9 to nil? That being saidā¦