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....