Spain v. Belgium – Player Ratings

Not everyone has great ideas all the time. That is simply too much to ask. For his genius in science, art, and engineering, DaVinci was a chronic procrastinator. The Spaniards likewise slept a siesta of a first half – but finally awoke to banish Belguim with inventive build-up play. Cuidado – la furia roja is back!

The Savior – David Villa

Davinci´s most revered work was The Last Supper, which was originally painted on the wall of a cafeteria. While sloppy joe stains were a serious concern, it was relocated to a museum at a serious price – the piece fit in perfectly with its surroundings, as if those eating in the cafeteria were eating with Christ.

Last

David Villa missed a first half penalty, but once again overshadowed Fernando Torres and propelled Spain forward. Before half-time, his split pass set the table for David Silva. Shortly after the re-start, he cut inside and bent a delicious bouncing shot to the far corner. And then, in a toque de gracia, he squared for Pique to score.

Stupid Smirk – Fernando Torres

The world wants to know: why is Mona Lisa smiling? The answer is simple: because she is not Fernando Torres, thats why.

Mona

El Nino once again struggled to link into Spain´s intricate buildup play – un accustomed to four pass sequences and generally making a mess of easy chances. In the 47th minute, Capdevila crossed for his head, but, from four meters, el Nino headed firmly for the corner flag. Ugh.

A Brilliant Bridge Delayed – David Silva

Davinci was obsessed with the mighty power of water and innovated in hydrological tomfoolery. While his bridge concepts were ahead of their time, Istanbul eventually did construct his Golden Horn bridge. Just 400 years after the fact.

Wheel

For all their pretty passing, the Spaniards have lacked a winger who can simply run at defenders. However, after a long injury lay-off, David Silva returned and his brilliant dribbling flowed like a hydraullically advanced bridge that is at least 400 years from construction. He also scored the opening goal with a well-timed run and clinical far post finish.

The Hovering Hawk – Carlos Puyol

Legend has it that a hawk hovered over Leonardo’s cradle, and he studied birds in the hopes of designing a flying machine. While not a practical success, his theoretical approach – a focus on wind resistance – set the stage of the Wright brothers later success.

Flight

Fellaini? Is that a Belgium clothing brand? Carlos Puyol prefers Dolce & Gabana. He also hovered the Belgium forward of Everton fame, swooping to intercept long-balls and sticking in the talons when necessary. Overall, a dominant performance from Mr. Catalunia.

The Certain Circulators – Xabi Alonso & Xavi

Leonardo cashed in his artistic reputation for a good cause: permission to dissect human bodies. Yeah, weird. Despite some cool drawings, Leonardo’s concept of circulation was a bit dated – he believed muscles pumped blood, not the heart.

Brain

Xabi Alonso provided the muscle while Xavi guided the circulation. Xabi rarely got his knees dirty, using his positioning and timing to bottle Belgium most of the game. And of course Xavi dished out enough passes to humble that annoying hall monitor from highschool who you superficially detested but secretly admired.

The Specimen – Joan Capdevila

Despite limits on functional explanations, DaVinci’s detailed drawings contributed greatly to the study of anatomy. He was the first to describe the double s form of the backbone. He also sketched the anatomically perfect man.

Body

Joan Capdevila defended with aplomb, but his overlapping runs contributed immensely to the Spanish attack. On one such overlap, he created space for Villa´s first goal. The Furia Roja dominated the leftside due to his constant running and impressive touch.

The Fetus of Greatness to Be – Gerard Pique

Leonardo was also the first to scientifically draw a fetus in the “intrautero”, wherever that means.

Baby

Gerard Pirque is incubating a stellar career for the Spanish national team. He and Puyol tag-teamed Fellaini into submission, and he also scored a goal off a Villa pass. The finish was quintesentially azulgrana – a touch, a lifting of the head, and a rolling of the ball to the far corner.

Practically Worthless – Alvaro Arbeloa

Leonardo also took a fancy to designing war machines, and sketched designs for a musket, a tank, and a cannon. However, he never made a major contribution to the field of military science. Unlike Einstein.

Military

Alvaro Arbeloa makes Sergio Ramos look competent. For much of the first half, Xavi switched fields to the wretched right back, who made ¨the other team pass¨look easy. Luckily, in the Xavi pass stopped looking towards that side of the field for inspiration.

The Weekend in…Text?

Zakumi

Due to Futfanatico´s strategic relocation to the land of Spanish-speakery, the viewing of futbol has increased dramatically, but internet access has dropped exponentially. Expect less photos, but more inappropriate false cognates. Ahem.

Unlike the Yanks stuck on the mainland, I was able to see a cynical, clinical, tyrannical (pretend it rhymes) Brazil embarass Argentina on its own turf. The marking on setpieces would have made an MLS coach wince. Yet, it was that bad. The early flank-play foretold a difficult encounter – just like the Copa America final, when Dani Alves torched Heinze time after time. I just may have seen this coming.

Diego started Gabriel Heinze and Javier Zanetti on the flanks, opting for lead-footed, aging, wingbacks. They play in Europe, you say! Humbug, I counter. Dunga has played local kids from the Brazil campeonato, forming a solid spine to foul and foul and foul. And Kaka was superb.

Speaking of Argentina and historic defeats in that country, remember the 1978 6-0 victory over Peru? Where the Argentine-born goalie for Peru forgot his naturalized allegiances for 90 minutes? Now Italy has achieved a similar historic moment.

¡Treason thy name is Kaladze! But worse than the two suspect own goals was the team selection of one Marcelo Lippi. The Italian manager has opted for “continuity” despite young talent in the wings. Now, correct me if  I am wrong, but this chronology makes sense to me:  Champion — Quarterfinals — Group stages — ?? So the continual decline would indicate a failure to qualify for South Africa. Unlikely in practice, but theoretically consistent. Continuous.

I was unable to catch the US-El Salvador game, but did see snippets of the Mexico-Costa Rica massacre. Has the giant awoke from his slumber? Is Bradley at fault for fielding amateurs in the Gold Cup final? Confidence in sport is a dangerous thing, a flame wielded by Prometheus but dangerous to reckless hands. Our over-confidence has fueled the Mexican fire. And. Gulp. Giovanni Dos Santos is a good player. There. I said it. I once again drape my words in relish and chow-down.

Awkward Captures – Maradonna Last Words?

An apology to those of you who have not been following the Spanglish lesson plan, but this interview with Maradona was too priceless to pass up. Consider it a pop quiz. And at the least, you can enjoy the sight of a very, very unhappy man.

For those of you conspiracy theorists, it is a bit odd that Messi was too injured to play against Russia, healthy enough to score two goals in Spain two weeks later, but now may be too injured to played against Brazil. What a rare set of circumstances! I just hope he gets better soon.

What is more odd is seeing Maradona sober. The nervous gestures, the darting eyes- it appears the albiceleste hotseat may soon be a recipe for relapse. He failed to walk the fine line between saying “Messi is good please Barcelona let him play” and “My team is good I believe in your guys.”

It appears that behind-closed-doors shannigans may deprive fans of seeing Messi play in the biggest classico of them all. But at least we got to see Maradona’s potential last words.

Note: this interview took place on the eve of the Argentina friendly vs. Russia

Spanglish 103: Gooooooooool

Reading

Alright folks, I have some bad news. Sortof. The Spanglish classes are just a tad too popular and the hosting company has sent me some emails. I am also weary of being “the cool professor.” Are the notes written and passed in the back of the classroom concerning schoolgirl crushes? Pay attention! And also, share your computer. Instead of emailing this article to a friend, invite that friend over and the two of you can sit and read at the same time. It will be awkward at first but…

Today we begin with an air of uncertainty. One of my favorite offensive maneuvers, known in the UK as “the slide rule pass” and the US as “the split,” similarly has confounded Hispanics both sides of the Atlantic. While the Spaniards prefer the elegant sounding “pase entrelineas,” (pass between lines),  in Mexico and South America there is lots of talk of “huequitos.” Hueco means a hollow space between two solid objects. I am not referring to your rib cage and the absence of a heart, but rather the five feet between Ricardo Carvalho and Bosingwa. It is prime real estate.

Finally, we move to a  point of confusion. You no doubt have heard the term “goooooooool.” But what does the term “golazo” exactly mean? Sadly, the Real Academia sheds no light in their shadowy nether region. So I will. Golazo is not merely a long-distance blast; that would be “a distancia” or a “zapatazo.” Rather, golazo is a beautiful, fantastic, amazing goal.

Okay, no more optional assignments. Your homework is to watch episode after episode of 12 corazones until you can correctly guess the number of “parejitas” formed.

Yanked Abroad – Adu & Pearce

US

The transfer deadline produced two moves which will shake the world little, but rocked the US national team boat. The good news: Freddy Adu and Heath Pearce appear primed to get minutes. The bad news: they must bravely navigate the backwaters of Europe.

Heath Pearce signed for Turkish Club Bursaspor, which my sources assure is a club which takes it’s soccer more seriously than the English phonetic pronunciation of its name. The club’s official name is “Bursaspor Kulubu” and they also have a volleyball club. The club was founded in 1963 and has consistently been in the top-flight for almost 40 years, but was relegated in 2004 and recently made the climb back up in 2006.

Bursaspor’s sole title was a 1986 Turkey Cup Title, coincidentally the same year they were relegated. For more info on Bursaspor, check out their English language website.

Freddy Adu‘s career has gone the way of a car title loan, or rather, horribly bad. He finds himself on loan at Belenenses. But don’t worry, because Adu is excited by this fresh challenge. Somehow I’m not convinced.

Luckily, Freddy will not have to change residences as Belenses is located in Lisbon. While Belenses did win the league title in 1945, they narrowly escaped relegation last year. I wish the Portuguese word for relegation was literally translated as “relegaCOAO”, in part because the “oao” sounds so cool. Aside from that, very little positives.

To follow Adu’s next chapter in his Portugal mystery novel, check out this English language page. The working title was “What Went Wrong,” but has recently been changed to “Did Anything Go Right?”

Given the perilous state of both careers, I am happy they are playing for a soccer club and getting a paycheck. But what do you think? What if the worst case scenario occurs and they struggle for minutes at relegation-doomed clubs in second tier European leagues? Is the MLS escape button primed to be pushed?

Casillas – Caution when Handling…

Balls

Goalies have a love-hate relationship with the soccer ball. On the one hand. when it stays out of their net, they find themselves exuberant. For every minute that passes in such a pristine state, their warmth and joy grow exponentially. But should that white sphere dare to cross the poorly policed line between the posts, rage, fear, and shame sulk their shoulders.

But could any design change in the soccer ball really affect a match? And if so, should we care that goalies complain? Rather, if the new ball is bad for goalies, wouldn’t that be good, for, the strikers? And wouldn it be good for the strikers of both teams?

So why did a new coat of polyurethane on the Teamgeist balls for the World Cup cause such a fuss? Disturbingly, the main complainer party was Jens Lehman. The same Lehman who soon lost his place at his club side.

The lesson of the story? Get on with the times and be flexible. In any profession, you must embrace change rather than confront it.

So Casilla’s remarks about the new Champions League ball trouble us at futfanatico. The flight is odd? Are you sure that players just have not learned how to strike the ball at odd angles? And isn’t his new teammate, Ronaldo, the master of such shots?

Get on with the times Iker! Or you may find yourself wasting away in Stuttgart…

Yuri Petrov has Passed…Away

News

Perhaps you don’t remember Yuri Petrov. Perhaps you never got to know him, the real him. But for those of us close to Petrov, or at least followed him closely, this is devastating.

An Ukranian-born soccer player who plied his trade primarily in the Dutch league, Yuri is perhaps best known for his part in Spartak Moscow’s successful Russian league campaign in 1992. He leaves behind a legacy of dazzling displays and a lovely widow, Rita.

Yet every cloud has a silver lining. I am somewhat intrigued that Futfanatico is breaking this story. Of course, we are always suspicious of anonymous/email tipsters. Especially after the Kaka-to-Real fabrications.

Thus we present the evidence to you, the trusted reader. I don’t want to come off as cynical, but a few red flags were raised.

Intro

Yuri Petrov was a doctor? Of crosses? Also, I was unaware of his ties to the oil industry. However, he is Russian. Finally, she began the email with “Good Day,” as opposed to “Dear Sir.” Surely the wife of a professional soccer player would use the proper formal letter introduction.

What do you think? Should I help Petrov’s widow by giving her my bank account and routing number?