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UEFA EURO 2012 - Poland/Ukraine

poet11

Oh and tits.
Italy deserve it no question. As I've said before they have been the most impressive team in this tournament. Mario is a L E G E N D (H).

Germany were awful. I thought they would go through but I thought Reus and Klose would be starting ahead of Poldi and Gomez. Low ****ed it up. Schweinsteiger may have been unfit but he is stupid/naive/choker.
 

4ndr3i

SG's van Bommel
 

Champion757

Youth Team
Zakov;3262749 said:
I wouldn't think that would be the case. The Italy-Spain game in the group stage was quite entertaining. I'm sure the final will only be better.

Yes it is fitting that the first match was a 1-1 draw. It almost feels like a replayed match like the old days before they decided it with penalties.
 
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Sir Calumn

Guest
Poor Shifty........

Also, just to rub salt into the wounds, every single Bayern player severely underperformed........ it's as if Robben and Ribery were testing the waters for a mass suicide pact.......
 

Juventino

Manager
Staff member
Moderator
Rocky;3262738 said:
ItalJuve!!!!

(H)!!!!!
And I'm not worried about Pirlo in the Champions League anymore, especially given our depth in midfield to give him some rest every now and then. Can't wait to see how Juve will perform in the new season.
 

poet11

Oh and tits.
Not to take anything away from Prandelli but Conte I think deserves some credit as well.

I want Conte at Arsenal. Just had to say it lol
 

Arnau

NGR LVR
Would Italy be the same with Hodgson? and England with Prandelli? Clemente had Dream Team base in 94" and played **** football. Coach is as important as good players.
 

Juventino

Manager
Staff member
Moderator
From a World Cup victory to Juve's first game in Serie B in Rimini, back to a Scudetto victory and a Euro final. It took a while, but Gigi is back, b*tchesssss. Legend.

 

yoyo913

Team Captain
Italy are tacticaly great. Last game between italy spain was good, final should be good and a great technical/tactical battle. Italy games have been above average in terms of entertainment also.

Given this, italy have been fortunate and it could all go to waste their next game just with one mess up. If they go down a goal it will be a very uphill battle.
 

poet11

Oh and tits.
yoyo913;3262808 said:
Italy are tacticaly great. Last game between italy spain was good, final should be good and a great technical/tactical battle. Italy games have been above average in terms of entertainment also.

Given this, italy have been fortunate and it could all go to waste their next game just with one mess up. If they go down a goal it will be a very uphill battle.

absolutely zis.

Italy must win against anti-football- who could have thunk someone would say this one day (H)
 

ShiftyPowers

Make America Great Again
kp40;3262746 said:
Great job by Italy, against all odds, for some stupid reason, low team doesn't perform well at big stage of the tornoments, they barely past turkey last time.

That's a cop out. They crushed England and Argentina in the World Cup. I don't buy "clutch" arguments except in very rare circumstances. Certainly not about an entire team.
 

Zakov

Senior Squad
Hindsight is 20/20 but Gomez was woeful, Klose came on and offered better link up play and added better mobility up front, and he's 34 years old.

Schweinsteiger should've not started or could've been subbed at HT for Bender. After all the talk from Low about stopping Pirlo, they couldn't manage it. Second goal was partially Lahm's fault(with brilliance from Balotelli), flashes of the Torres goal back in 2008 from Lahm's POV.

As for Italy, Pirlo was imperious, De Rossi and the back four had a great game, and Montolivo really did impress me. Cassano stepped up but faded away as soon the timer was nearing 60mins(which is understandable).
Diamanti and Di Natale were wasteful after coming on, should've finished off Germany there and then.
 

Filipower

Bunburyist
Portugal didn't fall short again. Really, it somehow managed to do the improbable, something it has made a habit of doing for more than a decade now.


Jun 28, 2012 - "Portugal fails again! Cristiano Ronaldo doesn't take a penalty and the best country without a major tournament trophy crashes out in the semifinals of Euro 2012!"

If we rewrote that with a modicum of perspective it would read: Portugal, incredibly, made another deep run in a major tournament, continuing to overachieve and defy all odds or common sense.

It is easy to pick on Portugal, and many people have. Once again, it failed to win a trophy, this time going out in the Euro semifinals on penalties. Spain edged them from the spot, 4-2, while Ronaldo watched on waiting to take a fifth kick that would never come. The country of Eusébio, Luís Figo, Rui Costa and now Ronaldo fell short once again.

But did Portugal really fall short? Fall short of what expectation? The expectation that a country of 10,000,000 should compete with the likes of Spain, which has a population of 47,000,000? That it should produce as many quality players as 60,000,000 Italians or 81,000,000 Germans?

Portugal has the population of Belgium or Hungary, yet the world expects infinitely more of it. That is a testament not to a team of misfortune and disappointment, as one would think in the aftermath of its loss to Spain, but one of tremendous overachievement and accomplishment.

In the last 12 years, Portugal has done the seemingly impossible. It has become a legitimate world power in a small country with a small population and without a national league that ranks among the world's best. That it is where it is now, an undoubted top 10 team in the world that tournament after tournament is considered a lock to outperform countries with three, four and fives times its resources, is remarkable.

Before 1984, Portugal had only once qualified for both the World Cup and the European Championships. It pulled a shocker at the 1966 World Cup, then did so again by going to the semifinals at Euro 1984, but it did so by winning just one match in the Euros. And when it qualified for the World Cup in 1986, it went out in the first round, winning just one match.

Nobody raised a stink, wondering about the underachieving Portuguese who failed to qualify for most tournaments and struggled to win when they did qualify, because a small country of 10,000,000 people isn't supposed to do much. It struggled, needing the World Cup to expand to 24 teams in 1982 just to qualify for 1986, and it was considered normal.

Normalcy continued until 1996, the next time Portugal qualified for a World Cup or European Championship. It qualified for the quarterfinals that time around, a major achievement and the start of what would be a shift in both performance and expectations in Portuguese football.

Portugal's "Golden Generation" began to come about in 1996, with Figo, Costa, Paulo Sousa, Joao Pinto and Fernando Couto starting on that team. While it did not qualify for the 1998 World Cup, it went to the semifinals of Euro 2000, qualified for the 2002 World Cup and was runners up at Euro 2004, which it hosted.

Euro 2004 brought about a major upgrade in stadia in Portugal, further revolutionizing the game in the country and the success continued. It went to the semifinals at the 2006 World Cup, the quarterfinals at Euro 2008 and back to the knockout stages at the 2010 World Cup before reaching the semifinals this month in Poland/Ukraine.

The "Golden Generation" changed things in Portugal, with Figo, Costa, Sousa, Pinto and Couto leading the way, but also joined or eventually replaced by Pauleta, Deco, Pepe, Simao, Ronaldo, Joao Moutinho and Nani along the way. It was a complete revolution in Portuguese football that took it from what it should be and had been for decades into a world power that looks completely out of place, especially when seen next to the vast resources its competition can wield.

Now Portugal has come up short again, losing to Spain in penalties. It lost to the reigning World Cup and Euro champions after playing nearly a virtually even 120 minutes in a major semifinal.

Along the way, Portugal gave Germany arguably its toughest match of the tournament and beat Denmark, the Netherlands and the Czech Republic. People like to marvel at what the Dutch do in a small country without a power league, but the Netherlands has 50 percent more people than Portugal, with every resource that Portugal possesses and then some. Yet here Portugal, are considered disappointments after yet another semifinal.

Portugal has become a favorite whipping boy for the media and fans around the world. Part of that is because of the spotlight that comes with having a true world superstar in Figo and now Ronaldo. Transcendent players bring on high expectations, ones that are usually unrealistically high. That Ronaldo is hardly the most beloved of superstars doesn't make things easier on Portugal, nor does having Pepe and the diving and the whining for which the team has become famous.

There are a lot of reasons that fans wonder why Portugal can't win a trophy and a lot of reasons why people root against them. But there are also a lot of reasons to think that what the Portuguese have done for more than a decade now is simply mind blowing, and each time it finds its way back to a knockout stage, we'd do well to remember it. The norm is, or should be, the decades preceding 1996, but its sensational play since has made the public forget that.

A country of 10,000,000 people played the defending World Cup and Euro champions to a dead draw for 120 minutes. They were not lucky, but actually played them toe-to-toe. It took on a country with infinitely more resources in a round and on a stage that countries with the same sort of resources as Spain only dream of making. It did not fail and it did not choke, no matter where Ronaldo stood when Cesc Fabregas' penalty hit the net and eliminated them. Once again, Portugal did the incredible, as it has somehow managed to do time and time again for more than a spectacular decade now.

http://www.sbnation.com/soccer/2012...-vs-spain-euro-2012-cristiano-ronaldo-history
 
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Sir Calumn

Guest
Whilst we're posting good articles...

s it me or is the great love affair with La Roja getting a little bit *complicated — or even running a little cold?

When Spanish football — which has brought such joy and admiration and now, after nine straight major tournament knock-out games without conceding a goal, moves to within 90 minutes, or maybe more likely, 120, of historic achievement here on Sunday — flutters its lashes and performs a flamenco snap, are we still moved, do we still leap up and shout Ole?

Maybe you do. For some of us, though, it is getting increasingly *difficult.

What we have come to, perhaps, is the demarcation line that separates respect and full-blown passion.

You had to bring back quite a lot of the latter commodity from Vienna four years ago when Spain, under the crusty Luis Aragones, made their first clear statement of both brilliance and hard ambition. After winning the European title they threw the old boy high in the air in their exuberance and no one celebrated more fiercely than the young prince of Arsenal, Cesc Fabregas, despite the fact that the performances of Xavi Hernandez and Andres Iniesta had restricted him to mostly walk-on parts.

It helped so much then that Fernando Torres, El Nino, was blowing strong as arguably the world’s most dangerous striker and if you wanted to measure how much some of those old certainties have declined you only had to catch a glimpse of his face as his team-mates prepared to go into the shoot-out against Portugal without him.

Not only had he been sidelined again, so once more had his role, his purpose in football. For Spain, ever since the injury to their World Cup-winner David Villa, the striker has become an optional extra and the effect on Torres, plainly, was that the coup-de-grace he delivered for Chelsea at the Nou Camp and his recent little spree against the Republic of Ireland, might have happened a thousand years ago.

With Torres so peripheral, and Villa absent, so much of that old relish for a Spanish performance has ebbed away. This is because the greatness of this team, which in some ways remains indisputable even when we think of the one created by Brazil in the fifties and sixties and which surpassed all expectations in 1970, now seems to reside almost entirely on an ability to shut down any opponent. Their negativity may be beautifully fashioned, and sometimes as pro-actively as a storm but it is still negative.

On Wednesday the danger was self-evident. It was Cristiano Ronaldo and Spanish coach Vincente del Bosque was candid about the unchanging nature of his team’s basic strategy. “Ronaldo is very dangerous, it is true,” he said, “but what can he do without the ball?”

Not a lot, as it happened, beyond some anxious snatches at the staccato service and at least one dive outrageous enough to have warranted a booking.

Ronaldo had his moments, inevitably, but soon enough he was a man fighting hard against the tide. But then where was that tide heading? Against Portuguese rocks and a near inevitable shoot-out. Portugal played well enough in patches — and especially the often erratic Nani — but in the end they had been simply sucked dry. Spain hardly conceal that this has become their prime objective. The priority is to grind out the win, rather as though a matador sought not to dispatch the bull — the climactic emotional moment of his entire performance — but simply wear him down.

It may be a statement of superb t*echnical control but does it race the blood and lift the spirit? Not in any classic, enduring way.

Not, certainly, in the fashion of the Brazilian team that came to Barcelona in 1982 trailing some of the old glory of the days of Pele and Garrincha, Gerson and Tostao. Their football flowed in the most entrancing Brazilian tradition through players like Socrates, the tall, charismatic captain, and Zico.

Earlier, in a group game, they engulfed the Scotland of Jock Stein but the great man did not go short of sympathy. Adopting exaggerated defensive measures against these Brazilians, noted one observer with memorably wryness, was likely to be as effective as covering the windows with brown paper in the event of a nuclear attack. But that Brazil lost, unforgettably, in the Sarria stadium, after receiving the sword strokes of Paolo Rossi. A young Del Bosque might already have been speculating on what might have happened if Brazil had guarded the ball just a little more jealously.

It certainly wasn’t hard watching and falling at least a little in love with the Brazilians of Socrates, for all their frailties, and this seemed especially true of the young Catalans who thronged their training pitch for the day in a little hill town and were then, when the languid, rhythmic work was done, invited to join in the practice.

In a different age, do Spain create that same surge of both admiration and affection? If they do, it is a capacity hardly enhanced by most of their performances in a tournament that while always intriguing remains in need of the excitement Spain conjured so brilliantly on their way to beating Germany in the Vienna final. Then there was the thrill engendered by embryonic brilliance and in South Africa two years later we looked for some advancement.

Instead, we were more than anything relieved when the great Iniesta struck late in extra time to put down the brutal spoiling of the Dutch who but for Spain would have betrayed not only themselves but pretty much the entire game. Of course it was still a matter of much celebration on a cold night in Johannesburg’s Soccer City.

If Spanish brilliance had surfaced in small flashes — and the great trophy was gathered in by the scoring of a mere eight goals in seven matches, which is 11 fewer than the 1970 Brazilians who played a game less — it was still memorable, still a triumph for football as a game of high skill and beauty.

Maybe it is enough to say before Sunday’s final here, when Spain attempt to become the first team to win European titles before and after claiming the World Cup, that if we do not take flowers to the Olympic Stadium we are certainly obliged to present our respects.

Spain, whose competitive character is perhaps best embodied by the small and steely and remorseless Iniesta, will certainly not be forgotten, even when a more adventurous team comes along to claim the centre of the stage.

The passion may be cooling but who can say that they do not remain worthy of only the highest respect?

http://www.standard.co.uk/sport/foo...-love-with-the-tiki-taka-brigade-7899136.html
 


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