Or, "How I learned to stop thinking and bend over for Landon Donovan."
Case #1: Wherein the commentary team initially makes the right call, but, owing to a slavish devotion to Donovan, reconsiders their perspective in light of his bitching to the linesman Revisiting the replay at the end of the clip, they are presented with proof positive that not only is Harris onside, but so is Cunningham (witness the defender at the top of the screen), so it doesn't matter a whit if the AR considers him "inactive" or not. That's not a "judgement call," boys. Sigh.
Case #2: Now maybe that first example is a case of them not being focused on where all the defenders are when the ball is delivered (though if you're making an offside call, that would seem to be among an observer's higher concerns). But this second one boggles the imagination. Does the defender go over a bit easily? Perhaps. But he's also quite obviously shoved in the back by — you guessed it, Landon Donovan — with nary a mention from our eagle-eyed men with the mics, even after multiple viewings. I don't know where else your attention can be focused in this instance, but there's not a single mention of a possible foul having occurred. Instead, we're encouraged to delight in Beckham's strike and the dogged persistance, of course, of Little Lord Donovan. Sigh...again.
And let's not even get into the fact that they want to give Donovan an assist on LA's second despite his cross having been headed away before it reaches Juninho.
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Were You Aware of It? (Dutch Edition)
I meant to post my reaction to the weekend highlights smorgasbord last night, but the best laid plans... Anyhoo, let's take care of that glaring oversight right now, shall we?
What goes unseen here is an earlier, prettier strike (volley from the edge of the box into the bottom corner) called back for a teammate's handball. So... Mo and Junior in the middle against the Oranje, yes? Considering Clark and Feilhaber are out and the other camp options are Torres and Holden, I'm guessing that's what we'll see.
Ware the Wolves of the Net
So how long will it take for the Landon-haters to emerge from their tortured silence? For the last month they've had to dine of steaming piles of crow a la mode. But yesterday saw Mandon waning and Landycakes waxing as he missed a far-post tap in (perhaps a more difficult angle than it seemed on first blush, but still one you'd expect him to finish) and got in the way of a cross that was heading for a goal-bound teammate. Here's hoping for a swift mid-week recovery against the Dutch.
Killing Virtual Time
Sadly, I've grown a bit bored with the idea of continuing my DCU|FM Challenge, as always seems to happen after a season or two in virtual MLS. For some reason, the game is less addictive and enjoyable when you don't have youth-teamers to groom and ladders of league structure to climb. That said, I'm probably still going to give United 2010 a go when the next patch drops with the January transfers. But in the meantime, I've decided to pass the time with a little adventure in the depths of the Coca Cola League 2 with Grimsby Town, who the in-game media predict will finish 21st in the 2009-10 season.
My immediate instinct, confirmed by the positions of the players I had inherited was to go 4-4-2. But the first three pre-season contests, including a humiliating loss to our own reserves, pounded it into my head that I'm just not a 4-4-2 man. On further observation, the fact that I only have two decent wingers and both are right sided should have been a clue. Instead, I've gone with my old favorite, the "true" 4-3-3 (not some bastard 4-5-1/4-3-3 hash). We got disciplined, got direct, and started causing problems. Loans for one quality centerback and two speedy wing-forwards later, and we're in business, turning over favored opposition in their own park and getting our pride back by finishing the pre-season run by thumping the reserves in a rematch.
Icing on the cake? Destroying Cheltenham Town 5-0 away on the opening day of the season. There's no way we can keep that pace up (and the game was decidedly more even than 5-0 would imply), but there's nothing like seeing that three-pronged attack panicking a back four.
Speaking of which... sure hope we don't see too much of that on Wednesday...
Gimme some Mo'?
Oh dear, oh dear. We've seen this story before, haven't we? Little injury that just seems to grow and grow. But while Benny may be shelved for a while, the karmic balance is restored by the return of Maurice Edu, who achieved legend status by poking home a stoppage time winner in the latest Old Firm donnybrook after a (pardon the mixed-sport metaphor) scrum in the crease. Observe...
What goes unseen here is an earlier, prettier strike (volley from the edge of the box into the bottom corner) called back for a teammate's handball. So... Mo and Junior in the middle against the Oranje, yes? Considering Clark and Feilhaber are out and the other camp options are Torres and Holden, I'm guessing that's what we'll see.
Ware the Wolves of the Net
So how long will it take for the Landon-haters to emerge from their tortured silence? For the last month they've had to dine of steaming piles of crow a la mode. But yesterday saw Mandon waning and Landycakes waxing as he missed a far-post tap in (perhaps a more difficult angle than it seemed on first blush, but still one you'd expect him to finish) and got in the way of a cross that was heading for a goal-bound teammate. Here's hoping for a swift mid-week recovery against the Dutch.
Killing Virtual Time
Sadly, I've grown a bit bored with the idea of continuing my DCU|FM Challenge, as always seems to happen after a season or two in virtual MLS. For some reason, the game is less addictive and enjoyable when you don't have youth-teamers to groom and ladders of league structure to climb. That said, I'm probably still going to give United 2010 a go when the next patch drops with the January transfers. But in the meantime, I've decided to pass the time with a little adventure in the depths of the Coca Cola League 2 with Grimsby Town, who the in-game media predict will finish 21st in the 2009-10 season.
My immediate instinct, confirmed by the positions of the players I had inherited was to go 4-4-2. But the first three pre-season contests, including a humiliating loss to our own reserves, pounded it into my head that I'm just not a 4-4-2 man. On further observation, the fact that I only have two decent wingers and both are right sided should have been a clue. Instead, I've gone with my old favorite, the "true" 4-3-3 (not some bastard 4-5-1/4-3-3 hash). We got disciplined, got direct, and started causing problems. Loans for one quality centerback and two speedy wing-forwards later, and we're in business, turning over favored opposition in their own park and getting our pride back by finishing the pre-season run by thumping the reserves in a rematch.
Icing on the cake? Destroying Cheltenham Town 5-0 away on the opening day of the season. There's no way we can keep that pace up (and the game was decidedly more even than 5-0 would imply), but there's nothing like seeing that three-pronged attack panicking a back four.
Speaking of which... sure hope we don't see too much of that on Wednesday...
FBF Glossary: Kapitän Kissypants
Landon Donovan has a lot going for him. All time leading goal-scorer for the US. International youth trophies. A closet full of US Player of the Year awards. Three MLS Cups. Cute wife.
But he's also an insufferable punk at times and can be massively infuriating for fans and foes alike. Why can he only really play when he's angry? Is he the freakin' Hulk? Why do MLS referees continually take his snarling abuse without any hint of admonishment? Why do the pitches of Europe seem to be laced with Kryptonite for him? Why did he ever pose for this?
And for God's sake, what the hell is with the kissing routine before penalties? I haven't seen the full-on orgiastic ritual lately, but I bet you can dig up the sorry evidence on the youtubes somewhere. That pathetic display of self-canoodling, combined with his status as captain of the US team at the time, landed him the moniker of Captain Kissypants here on FBF, a title I've amended to Kapitän Kissypants in light of his continued struggles in Germany, to wit . . .
All hail the Kapitän! (You can now resume your mutinous muttering behind his back).
See also: the Fivehead, when forehead just doesn't express the extent of the depilation.
But he's also an insufferable punk at times and can be massively infuriating for fans and foes alike. Why can he only really play when he's angry? Is he the freakin' Hulk? Why do MLS referees continually take his snarling abuse without any hint of admonishment? Why do the pitches of Europe seem to be laced with Kryptonite for him? Why did he ever pose for this?
And for God's sake, what the hell is with the kissing routine before penalties? I haven't seen the full-on orgiastic ritual lately, but I bet you can dig up the sorry evidence on the youtubes somewhere. That pathetic display of self-canoodling, combined with his status as captain of the US team at the time, landed him the moniker of Captain Kissypants here on FBF, a title I've amended to Kapitän Kissypants in light of his continued struggles in Germany, to wit . . .
Bayer Leverkusen - Strike 1!
World Cup 2006 - Steeeeeerike 2!
Bayern Munich - Strike 3, you're out!
All hail the Kapitän! (You can now resume your mutinous muttering behind his back).
See also: the Fivehead, when forehead just doesn't express the extent of the depilation.
Catfight!
So, Kapitan Kissypants has returned from his Euro-adventure, and apparently, he's in a bitchy mood. Witness his reaction to Becks' "time share" move (via SI.com) . . .
Oh dear! Better hide the women and children, I sense an epic catfight on the horizon.
"That isn't a decision I would take," Donovan said. "I personally wouldn't feel it would be fair to this team to show up midseason and have to try to integrate. I would want to be here from the beginning."
Oh dear! Better hide the women and children, I sense an epic catfight on the horizon.
Pinging the Satellite of Love
How about some quick thoughts . . ?
Escape From LA?
Looks like the Bruce is doing some severe pruning on that tangled mess of a Galaxy roster. Of course, the biggest question marks will be hanging over his current Euro-exiles. Donovan's exclusion from Bayern's Champions' League squad, and said squad's subsequent away hammering of Sporting, would seem to indicate that Der Kapitan Kissypants is on his way back home when the loan ends. That said, I think his return may be short term. If he's really that eager to prove himself on the Euro-stage, a summer departure would seem likely.
And what about that other guy putzing around in Italy? What are the chances he'll be pulling on the Herbalife jersey this spring? A couple of weeks ago, I would have put it close to 5%. I still think a deal will probably get done, but the current silence and rounds of "he said, she said" is a bit strange. Of course, if Golden Balls does return, he'll fit right in with Arena's cast of grizzled 30-somethings.
Oh, Canada?
By now, I'm sure you've seen the numbers from Montreal. 55k packed in a dome. And in true north of the border style, they served up a steaming dish of 2-0 to their Mexican opposition. Impressive stuff. But let's see how the Islanders do tonight, and how Montreal's away leg goes before we start spreading our collective thighs for the wonders of USL1 futbol.
Still, I'll admit to taking no small pleasure in watching Oswaldo Sanchez picking balls out of his net. One does wonder, however, if Sanchez and his amigos have so little respect for the US National Team, what kind of arrogance were Santos carrying into a match against second-division opposition from north of the border?
Minnesota Thunder United?
After last year's United Cast-Off Exodus to Vancouver, it looks like the northern migration of the UCOE will end in the Twin Cities this year, with "Iron" Rod Dyachenko and Quavas "Tiberius" Kirk washing up in Minnesota. Strangely, United have a Thunder player in their own camp (GK Nic Platter) on trial. Possible feedback loop?
Anything else pinging your Satellite of Love? Wonder if it's possible to only hire Rafa Benitez to coach your side in the Champions' League? Think Donovan will last the year in LA? Pulling for the USL sides in CONCACRAP? Wondering if United will sign a centerback before the roster deadline (4 days and counting . . .)? Dreading meeting the Thunder in the USOC and suffering the "wrath" of Iron Rod?
Fire away!
Escape From LA?
Looks like the Bruce is doing some severe pruning on that tangled mess of a Galaxy roster. Of course, the biggest question marks will be hanging over his current Euro-exiles. Donovan's exclusion from Bayern's Champions' League squad, and said squad's subsequent away hammering of Sporting, would seem to indicate that Der Kapitan Kissypants is on his way back home when the loan ends. That said, I think his return may be short term. If he's really that eager to prove himself on the Euro-stage, a summer departure would seem likely.
And what about that other guy putzing around in Italy? What are the chances he'll be pulling on the Herbalife jersey this spring? A couple of weeks ago, I would have put it close to 5%. I still think a deal will probably get done, but the current silence and rounds of "he said, she said" is a bit strange. Of course, if Golden Balls does return, he'll fit right in with Arena's cast of grizzled 30-somethings.
Oh, Canada?
By now, I'm sure you've seen the numbers from Montreal. 55k packed in a dome. And in true north of the border style, they served up a steaming dish of 2-0 to their Mexican opposition. Impressive stuff. But let's see how the Islanders do tonight, and how Montreal's away leg goes before we start spreading our collective thighs for the wonders of USL1 futbol.
Still, I'll admit to taking no small pleasure in watching Oswaldo Sanchez picking balls out of his net. One does wonder, however, if Sanchez and his amigos have so little respect for the US National Team, what kind of arrogance were Santos carrying into a match against second-division opposition from north of the border?
Minnesota Thunder United?
After last year's United Cast-Off Exodus to Vancouver, it looks like the northern migration of the UCOE will end in the Twin Cities this year, with "Iron" Rod Dyachenko and Quavas "Tiberius" Kirk washing up in Minnesota. Strangely, United have a Thunder player in their own camp (GK Nic Platter) on trial. Possible feedback loop?
Anything else pinging your Satellite of Love? Wonder if it's possible to only hire Rafa Benitez to coach your side in the Champions' League? Think Donovan will last the year in LA? Pulling for the USL sides in CONCACRAP? Wondering if United will sign a centerback before the roster deadline (4 days and counting . . .)? Dreading meeting the Thunder in the USOC and suffering the "wrath" of Iron Rod?
Fire away!
Monday Back-Pass: The Great LA Midfield Exodus
. . . and Lo! The mountains were split asunder, and the seas drew back.
For the Midfielders of sprawling Los Angeles were on the march.
To Mexico! To Germany! To Scotland! And yea, verily, even unto Italy!
They mounted their glittering steeds, bade farewell
To the denizens of the Mighty (yet half-empty) Toolbox,
Strapped on their many hued boots,
And departed to a great gnashing of teeth.
Behold the weeping of shirt sponsors!
The wailing of the MLS ad-sales gnomes!
These were surely the final days . . .
Yes, there was the FA Cup 4th round, featuring a second Merseyside derby in quick succession (soon to be a third), Carrick and Berbatov doing the bloody knife-work on their old side, and the Blue Square Premier sides producing memorable displays. And yes, Barca continued to plow unchecked through La Liga while Real struggle gamely in their wake. True, there was the spectacle of the Annual Scandanavian Scrub Challenge, played in front of a living-room sized audience at the HDC. But the developing story is the Great Los Angeles Midfield Exodus.
First to go was Chivas USA's Mendoza, recalled by the Great Horned Goddess to the "mothership", as it seems MLS bloggers, journalists, et al, are legally required to refer to the Mexican parent club. Then Donovan started banging in the goals for Bayern in their warmups for the second half of the season, prompting much speculation about the duration of his loan.
Now, the other most-prominent midfielder at each of the LA-based MLS clubs is the subject of much breathless rumor-mongering and transfer-talk. Sacha Kljestan took a brief break from the USA's January camp to provide a test drive for Celtic, who have opened the bidding, though they're not the only suitor. This weekend's hat-trick against the Swedes will only serve to make this next week the more interesting. Bidding war?
But the big story, of course, is the "savior" of American soccer, Saint David himself, who managed to score for Milan this weekend. The worry for me isn't that he'll impress, it's that huge smile he breaks into and the way his new Milan teammates mob him after the goal. Forgive me if I haven't been paying close enough attention, but when has Beckham ever shown any glee in MLS? He looks rejuvenated and happy, rather than the dour, serious Beckham sporting the occasional half-smile that seems to be his de rigueur "MLS face." Witness! And wonder . . .
Blogger Interrupted
Well, I did plan to do the United roster updates tonight now that Goff has provided the goods, but work interfered with that plan. Tomorrow morning, I swear! In the meantime . . .
The Camp Curse strikes again!
So Does Kaptain Kissypants!
(Still with the tummy and chest rubbing! Ugh.)
The Camp Curse strikes again!
So Does Kaptain Kissypants!
(Still with the tummy and chest rubbing! Ugh.)
Buddha Boy?
So Donovan scored again for Bayern in a friendly . . . blah, blah, blah. Okay, okay, so it was a nicely placed header. But what's important is what happens afterward. No, no, not the pissy little attitude our hero flaunts (you're used to that by now, aren't you, dear reader?)--what I'm talking about is the crazy chest/tummy rubbing OCD behavior.
Still?
God help him if he actually gets to take a PK and breaks out the squatting, kissing voodoo dance. Imagine the Kicker headlines! Oh, the humanity!
Monday Back-Pass: Donovan on Skates
So what caught your eye this weekend?
Snow Bird?
Anybody else enjoy watching Donovan skate around on the snow this past weekend? Say Toto, I don't think we're in Los Angeles anymore! Lack of sunshine leads to mental breakdown and weeping return to Arena's arms in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . .
Danish Delight Defense?
The dreaded USMNT Camp Curse that has been devouring defenders has lead to a late call-up for Michael Parkhurst. Will Parkhurst be able to defeat the Curse and ensure the Danish Delight Defense of Parkhurst-Califf? That seems a lot more secure to me than the current likelihood of seeing Ihemelu-Califf. In other US camp news, it looks like the Curse is making its way up the pitch, with Rico Clark now feeling its hot, reeking breath upon his neck (or toe, as the case may be.
Late Late Show
ManU and Chelsea both leave it late, extraordinarily late in Chelsea's case, while Arsenal and Villa grab wins as well to keep things tight at the top of the Premier League. Can Liverpool regain their lead today in the Merseyside derby?
Baby Jesus?
And speaking of England, no roundup of the weekend's news would be complete without wondering if Kaka's hug-fest at the end of Milan's match signals the end of his time in Italy? What was the latest ridiculous figure Man City's owners were flashing--157 million? That's insane. Would you rather have one sparkling Brazilian would-be-Manchester-messiah subject to the whims of injury and foul weather blues, or a half-dozen quality (if not world-beating) players to shore up your relegation-battling squad? Just sayin'.
So what were you watching this weekend? Happen to catch any of these?
Snow Bird?
Anybody else enjoy watching Donovan skate around on the snow this past weekend? Say Toto, I don't think we're in Los Angeles anymore! Lack of sunshine leads to mental breakdown and weeping return to Arena's arms in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . .
Danish Delight Defense?
The dreaded USMNT Camp Curse that has been devouring defenders has lead to a late call-up for Michael Parkhurst. Will Parkhurst be able to defeat the Curse and ensure the Danish Delight Defense of Parkhurst-Califf? That seems a lot more secure to me than the current likelihood of seeing Ihemelu-Califf. In other US camp news, it looks like the Curse is making its way up the pitch, with Rico Clark now feeling its hot, reeking breath upon his neck (or toe, as the case may be.
Late Late Show
ManU and Chelsea both leave it late, extraordinarily late in Chelsea's case, while Arsenal and Villa grab wins as well to keep things tight at the top of the Premier League. Can Liverpool regain their lead today in the Merseyside derby?
Baby Jesus?
And speaking of England, no roundup of the weekend's news would be complete without wondering if Kaka's hug-fest at the end of Milan's match signals the end of his time in Italy? What was the latest ridiculous figure Man City's owners were flashing--157 million? That's insane. Would you rather have one sparkling Brazilian would-be-Manchester-messiah subject to the whims of injury and foul weather blues, or a half-dozen quality (if not world-beating) players to shore up your relegation-battling squad? Just sayin'.
So what were you watching this weekend? Happen to catch any of these?
Monday Back-Pass: Song 2
Considering the warnings the meteorological high priests were spreading, the "big storm" turned out to be a couple inches of snow. Disappointing, like much of this weekend. Why disappointing? Glad you asked . . .
Camp Curse Continues!
Last week, I talked about the disturbing number of players being injured at the US training camp that's trying to prepare for the annual Scandanavian Scrub Cup out in LA. Now it seems that Chad Marshall is heading home as well.
Which begs a couple of questions: (1) will Bob have any central defenders left (Henrik Larsson cackles with Swedish glee!) and (2) if he needs a replacement, will he look any farther afield than he did before calling in Jason Hernandez (WTF, Bob?). Former Fire-Goat-Metrobulls, get ready for the call! Jeff Parke, Jim Curtin, Chris Leitch--get ready to take your bows!
As best as I can tell, considering the scratches and replacements, your starting center back pairing is looking increasingly like Califf-Ihemelu. Let's give it up for progress! Ugh.
A Better #2?
And in other center back news, the first Gonzalo has boarded the slow boat for Sudamerica. Slow? Peralta? Don't see those two words together much, now do you? Pardon my sarcasm, but if you'll recall, Peralta was supposed to bring honor to the much-feted #2 jersey that your humble fullback was prone to wearing in his more active playing days. Let's keep our fingers crossed for a more worthy successor, shall we?
Battle For #2?
In other #2 news, Manchester United met Chelsea in the most highly anticipated match of the weekend, as the two jockeyed for position behind the stumbling leaders of the Premier League, Liverpool. Now, I only saw highlights, but they looked decidedly tilted in Man U's favor, with Chelsea's few chances falling to Drogba, who promptly whiffed or misfired on all of them. That sound about right?
With two games in hand, the Red Devils now find themselves just a point behind Chelsea and five behind Liverpool without really seeming to be breaking a sweat yet. Ugh. This is starting to look creepily familiar.
"Just Shave It Off Already" News
I saw highlights of another, less hotly-anticipated, match as well, but one that involved an American at least. Landon Donovan got a chance to partner both Toni and Klose in Bayern Munich's 3-2 friendly defeat of Al Jazeera, who are presumably not fielding a team of Arabic news correspondents since they managed to net a couple of goals.
The response to Donovan's outing is upbeat, though I saw only an assist and couple of tame shots. Highlights can be cruel that way, can't they? What do you think? Is Donovan ready to break into the Euro-limelight, or was this just a "friendly" moment? Sort of like Mr. Freddy Adu, whose excellent friendly outing against Juventus was rewarded with . . . not even being on the sub's bench this weekend?
So that's about all I've got for now. What else caught your eye this weekend? Wondering about the rumors of how bad Omar Gonzalez looked at the MLS Combine? Waiting for the other Gonzalo to drop? Trying to figure out who Bob's going to call in to the Camp of the Cursed?
Camp Curse Continues!
Last week, I talked about the disturbing number of players being injured at the US training camp that's trying to prepare for the annual Scandanavian Scrub Cup out in LA. Now it seems that Chad Marshall is heading home as well.
Which begs a couple of questions: (1) will Bob have any central defenders left (Henrik Larsson cackles with Swedish glee!) and (2) if he needs a replacement, will he look any farther afield than he did before calling in Jason Hernandez (WTF, Bob?). Former Fire-Goat-Metrobulls, get ready for the call! Jeff Parke, Jim Curtin, Chris Leitch--get ready to take your bows!
As best as I can tell, considering the scratches and replacements, your starting center back pairing is looking increasingly like Califf-Ihemelu. Let's give it up for progress! Ugh.
A Better #2?
And in other center back news, the first Gonzalo has boarded the slow boat for Sudamerica. Slow? Peralta? Don't see those two words together much, now do you? Pardon my sarcasm, but if you'll recall, Peralta was supposed to bring honor to the much-feted #2 jersey that your humble fullback was prone to wearing in his more active playing days. Let's keep our fingers crossed for a more worthy successor, shall we?
Battle For #2?
In other #2 news, Manchester United met Chelsea in the most highly anticipated match of the weekend, as the two jockeyed for position behind the stumbling leaders of the Premier League, Liverpool. Now, I only saw highlights, but they looked decidedly tilted in Man U's favor, with Chelsea's few chances falling to Drogba, who promptly whiffed or misfired on all of them. That sound about right?
With two games in hand, the Red Devils now find themselves just a point behind Chelsea and five behind Liverpool without really seeming to be breaking a sweat yet. Ugh. This is starting to look creepily familiar.
"Just Shave It Off Already" News
I saw highlights of another, less hotly-anticipated, match as well, but one that involved an American at least. Landon Donovan got a chance to partner both Toni and Klose in Bayern Munich's 3-2 friendly defeat of Al Jazeera, who are presumably not fielding a team of Arabic news correspondents since they managed to net a couple of goals.
The response to Donovan's outing is upbeat, though I saw only an assist and couple of tame shots. Highlights can be cruel that way, can't they? What do you think? Is Donovan ready to break into the Euro-limelight, or was this just a "friendly" moment? Sort of like Mr. Freddy Adu, whose excellent friendly outing against Juventus was rewarded with . . . not even being on the sub's bench this weekend?
So that's about all I've got for now. What else caught your eye this weekend? Wondering about the rumors of how bad Omar Gonzalez looked at the MLS Combine? Waiting for the other Gonzalo to drop? Trying to figure out who Bob's going to call in to the Camp of the Cursed?
What Should Landon Do?
Bayern says he's coming on loan. MLS begs to differ. Now there's speculation about a move (transfer or loan) to Everton to join Timmy Howard. What's a boy to do?
Whether it's because he's looking for a challenge, disgusted with the Galaxy's recent woes, tired of playing second fiddle to Becks, or just sick of people slagging him off for "settling" in MLS, it seems that Donovan is ready to make the move back to Europe. Considering his age and the benefits (financial, personal improvement, national team improvement, and otherwise) on offer, I'm inclined to agree with him. While he's a tremendous player who makes MLS better by his presence, he's got some demons to exorcise over there and some potential to fulfill personally–potential that isn't being achieved as a big fish in a little pond.
So, it's time for a European Adventure. But where? If the Everton rumors are at all true, I'd jump at them. Why? Let me count the reasons.
So then the question becomes: loan or transfer? Tough call. Everton will be getting their horses back in the stable eventually, so I'd be inclined to try a loan deal. It worked for McBride and landed him a full-time gig in England. Besides, if it doesn't work out, he can always come home with his tail between his legs (like the other times) and no harm done. If he transfers for decent money and then lands on the bench, what becomes of his form for the national team?
Lots to ponder. What do you think?
Whether it's because he's looking for a challenge, disgusted with the Galaxy's recent woes, tired of playing second fiddle to Becks, or just sick of people slagging him off for "settling" in MLS, it seems that Donovan is ready to make the move back to Europe. Considering his age and the benefits (financial, personal improvement, national team improvement, and otherwise) on offer, I'm inclined to agree with him. While he's a tremendous player who makes MLS better by his presence, he's got some demons to exorcise over there and some potential to fulfill personally–potential that isn't being achieved as a big fish in a little pond.
So, it's time for a European Adventure. But where? If the Everton rumors are at all true, I'd jump at them. Why? Let me count the reasons.
- With Everton's current injury crisis at striker and mid-tier league status, there's more than a passing chance that he can get some games. At Bayern he'd be the third or fourth option at best.
- He's got less reputation for failure in England. Some may remember his crap Champions' League appearance at Liverpool, but that can only do him good at Goodison, right? Germany, on the other hand, will remember Leverkusen being twice bitten.
- Everton (and Moyes) have a history with Americans. True, Klinsmann is honorary So-Cal, but what American has had success at Bayern like Howard, Joe-Max Moore, and Brian McBride have at Everton?
So then the question becomes: loan or transfer? Tough call. Everton will be getting their horses back in the stable eventually, so I'd be inclined to try a loan deal. It worked for McBride and landed him a full-time gig in England. Besides, if it doesn't work out, he can always come home with his tail between his legs (like the other times) and no harm done. If he transfers for decent money and then lands on the bench, what becomes of his form for the national team?
Lots to ponder. What do you think?
Tickle v. Tackle - Alex, Tommy & the Cirque du LA
It's been a while since I've done one of these, so let's have at it . . .
Alessandro Del Piero has been absolutely on fire lately, his goals belying his advanced years (34 on Sunday--Jeebus the dude's almost as old as moi!). If you didn't get to see the two that he scored against Real Madrid, in Madrid, last night, dig up the highlights. Suffice it to say, the Bernabéu gave him a rousing ovation as he was taken off.
Tickle - In the day and age of younger and younger superstars, particularly of the attacking ilk, blazing their paths of glory across the futbol universe (Messi, Ronaldo, Aguero, etc.), it's nice to see an old warhorse getting the Cocoon treatment . . .
Tackle - But what does this mean for all those rumors of bringing Alex to MLS? The Red Bulls were bandied about as a likely destination not so long ago, before the latest round of TFC gossip started swirling. My prediction? If he wants to be here, I wonder what Philadelphia is planning to do with their DP spot. Too old? I don't know. I'd take a 35-year-old Del Piero (in 2010) over a 32-year-old Ljungberg (in 2009) with bad knees any day of the week, what about you?
Tommy Soehn apparently gets a pass this season and looks set to return to the DC United bench for 2009 despite failing to make the playoffs and crashing out of the international competitions that were the front office's stated goal.
Tickle - As strange as it seems to someone who's never been Tommy's biggest fan, it is nice to see a professional sports organization not automatically press the knee-jerk "fire the bum" button. There is something to be said for continuity, as well as a bit of understanding when it comes to a stretched and wounded roster trying to fight on too many fronts.
Tackle - With that said, I'm still not happy with the decision unless--and this is a big unless--Tommy flat out told the FO when they were going Sudamericano shopping that he wanted to bring in some solid, hard-working domestic roster filler, and they failed to oblige him. If the FO didn't give him what he wanted, perhaps there is a case to be made for him. Of course, you have to weigh that against a team that failed to perform in several key matches and Tommy's often-baffling tactical and personnel decisions (Dyachenko anybody?). Color me neutral but leaning towards "well crap!" I'll be interested to see what sort of roster moves we make and if we treat the draft with a little more respect this time around.
They're scampering down the mooring lines like rats trying to get off the sinking LA Galaxy ship. Donovan wants to bolt for Europe. Beckham is going to Italy on loan against the backdrop of his possibly re-crossing the Pond after 2009. What does it all mean for the "flagship" franchise?
Tickle - Couldn't be happening to a nicer club. Seriously. I know I'm supposed to hate the Red Bulls, but that's kind of like picking on a mentally handicapped quadriplegic. No, the Galaxy are a much more satisfying object for my ire.
Tackle - But that said, Beckham--like it or not--makes LA the face of MLS that the world sees. If they're seeing highlights of an absolutely wretched side, that doesn't do MLS any favors when it comes to international respect. I wonder if losing Donovan's big salary, along with shipping Ruiz out a while ago, frees up enough cap space to build a competent side around Golden Balls for a decent 2009 run. If they put together a good season with some silverware, does Beckham stay? Is he even planning to leave?
So that's what's been swirling around my head in the last week or so. What's on your mind? Any potential subjects you want to toss out there for my consideration? Let's here 'em!
Alessandro Del Piero has been absolutely on fire lately, his goals belying his advanced years (34 on Sunday--Jeebus the dude's almost as old as moi!). If you didn't get to see the two that he scored against Real Madrid, in Madrid, last night, dig up the highlights. Suffice it to say, the Bernabéu gave him a rousing ovation as he was taken off.
Tickle - In the day and age of younger and younger superstars, particularly of the attacking ilk, blazing their paths of glory across the futbol universe (Messi, Ronaldo, Aguero, etc.), it's nice to see an old warhorse getting the Cocoon treatment . . .
Tackle - But what does this mean for all those rumors of bringing Alex to MLS? The Red Bulls were bandied about as a likely destination not so long ago, before the latest round of TFC gossip started swirling. My prediction? If he wants to be here, I wonder what Philadelphia is planning to do with their DP spot. Too old? I don't know. I'd take a 35-year-old Del Piero (in 2010) over a 32-year-old Ljungberg (in 2009) with bad knees any day of the week, what about you?
Tommy Soehn apparently gets a pass this season and looks set to return to the DC United bench for 2009 despite failing to make the playoffs and crashing out of the international competitions that were the front office's stated goal.
Tickle - As strange as it seems to someone who's never been Tommy's biggest fan, it is nice to see a professional sports organization not automatically press the knee-jerk "fire the bum" button. There is something to be said for continuity, as well as a bit of understanding when it comes to a stretched and wounded roster trying to fight on too many fronts.
Tackle - With that said, I'm still not happy with the decision unless--and this is a big unless--Tommy flat out told the FO when they were going Sudamericano shopping that he wanted to bring in some solid, hard-working domestic roster filler, and they failed to oblige him. If the FO didn't give him what he wanted, perhaps there is a case to be made for him. Of course, you have to weigh that against a team that failed to perform in several key matches and Tommy's often-baffling tactical and personnel decisions (Dyachenko anybody?). Color me neutral but leaning towards "well crap!" I'll be interested to see what sort of roster moves we make and if we treat the draft with a little more respect this time around.
They're scampering down the mooring lines like rats trying to get off the sinking LA Galaxy ship. Donovan wants to bolt for Europe. Beckham is going to Italy on loan against the backdrop of his possibly re-crossing the Pond after 2009. What does it all mean for the "flagship" franchise?
Tickle - Couldn't be happening to a nicer club. Seriously. I know I'm supposed to hate the Red Bulls, but that's kind of like picking on a mentally handicapped quadriplegic. No, the Galaxy are a much more satisfying object for my ire.
Tackle - But that said, Beckham--like it or not--makes LA the face of MLS that the world sees. If they're seeing highlights of an absolutely wretched side, that doesn't do MLS any favors when it comes to international respect. I wonder if losing Donovan's big salary, along with shipping Ruiz out a while ago, frees up enough cap space to build a competent side around Golden Balls for a decent 2009 run. If they put together a good season with some silverware, does Beckham stay? Is he even planning to leave?
So that's what's been swirling around my head in the last week or so. What's on your mind? Any potential subjects you want to toss out there for my consideration? Let's here 'em!
Quote of the Day - Landon Donovan's Fuzzy Math
When will Kaptain Kissypants learn to keep his mouth shut? Why didn't we thump Guatemala by more than 1-0, Landon?
Tim Howard - 29, 32 caps
Heath Pearce - 24, 17 caps
Oguchi Onyewu - 26, 35 caps
Carlos Bocanegra - 29, 59 caps
Steve Cherundolo - 29, 49 caps
Landon Donovan - 26, 102 caps
Michael Bradley - 21, 22 caps
Pablo Mastroeni - 31, 60 caps
Eddie Lewis - 34, 81 caps
Brian Ching - 30, 28 caps
Clint Dempsey - 25, 43 caps
(17-DaMarcus Beasley, 65) - 26, 78 caps
(2-Frankie Hejduk, 65) - 34, 79 caps
(Maurice Edu, 78) - 22, 8 caps
By my math, that makes the average squad age 27.6 years old, and the players average 49.5 caps between them. There are more guys in their 30's (4) than there are under 25 (3). Add to those numbers the fact that all but three of those fourteen players were a significant part of qualifying last time around, and the naivete claim is almost mind-boggling.
Or based on fuzzy math.
"We still have to learn how to play in these games," Donovan said. "You could tell we were naïve against Guatemala because we had a lot of young players on the field. The good thing is we got that experience and we won."Uh, Landon? Let's take a look at the roster, shall we . . . ?
Tim Howard - 29, 32 caps
Heath Pearce - 24, 17 caps
Oguchi Onyewu - 26, 35 caps
Carlos Bocanegra - 29, 59 caps
Steve Cherundolo - 29, 49 caps
Landon Donovan - 26, 102 caps
Michael Bradley - 21, 22 caps
Pablo Mastroeni - 31, 60 caps
Eddie Lewis - 34, 81 caps
Brian Ching - 30, 28 caps
Clint Dempsey - 25, 43 caps
(17-DaMarcus Beasley, 65) - 26, 78 caps
(2-Frankie Hejduk, 65) - 34, 79 caps
(Maurice Edu, 78) - 22, 8 caps
By my math, that makes the average squad age 27.6 years old, and the players average 49.5 caps between them. There are more guys in their 30's (4) than there are under 25 (3). Add to those numbers the fact that all but three of those fourteen players were a significant part of qualifying last time around, and the naivete claim is almost mind-boggling.
Or based on fuzzy math.
Tickle v. Tackle - Save My Game!
DC United
Tickle
Yeah . . . ummmm . . . so, like, not too many injuries, huh? Well, baring a certain hairy ankle that just won't heal. Seriously, not much is going right for the Black-and-Red at the moment, but I think that it's a little too early to start making folks (Soehn, Peralta, Emilio, Wells) walk the plank. Remember how United and Houston started 2007 after everybody had them picked as the class of the league? Remember how United finished top of the league and Houston picked up the MLS Cup? History does have that strange way of repeating itself . . . United is looking to fill the final roster spot with ex-Red Bull speedster Francis Doe. Fine, that gives us a new dimension in attack--one that could potentially pay huge dividends given Gallardo's penchant for the searching ball, but we're still absent a trickster winger and looking shaky at the back . . . Panic button? Not yet pressed, but the hand is hovering, oh-so anxiously hovering . . .
Tackle
Where to begin? Well, I pretty much addressed most of the bad in the reaction to Thursday's loss to the Crew . . . I'm also trying to decide what reaction to have to Wells' comments after the loss (as heard on the excellent Screaming Eagles Podcast, created by this guy). He said something to the effect that the league is a forgiving one, and you can have some patches of poor results--the only thing that matters is how you finish the season. Which is totally true. For better or worse, the MLS Cup winner is the league champion, not the team that accumulates the most points--a lesson that Wells will have been all too familiar with given his previous couple of seasons with the masters of said tactic--the Dynamo.
There's just something a bit too pragmatic and a bit lacking in pride and passion that irks me about that kind of attitude though. This is where we really miss Ben Olsen, who would be out there throwing himself into every tackle--kicking, biting, scratching, and bleeding for the team. The only ones who are really making that sort of effort are Simms, Namoff in patches, and, surprisingly, the reborn Santino Quaranta. It's almost like the rest of the team has taken "Behind the Badge" to heart, and are hiding behind the shield, rather than holding it aloft with pride as they charge into battle. We need to ditch the "we're talented, the results will come" attitude, put our heads down, and start earning those results . . .
MLS
Tickle
Wow, things are really all over the place, aren't they? RSL lights up United one week, then falls over when confronted by TFC. The Rapids bounce the Revs in the Big Razor only to be spanked by the expansion Quakes at the Dick. Parity sure is fun . . .
Tackle
I had a bit of a go at Captain Kissypants in this week's Dogpile, but I'm still irked by the Fivehead's behavior and MLS's unwillingness to come down on him for acting like a spoiled brat. Face of the league? Please pick somebody a bit less childish and miles more professional. Passion is one thing--pissants are quite another . . .
Over There
Tickle
Friedel was a monster against the once and future champions, keeping the Red Devils' hands off of the trophy for just a little while longer. With all due respect to Timmy Howard, Friedel is still the best Yank keeper . . .
Tackle
Oh Jesus, I've got that sinking feeling. Wednesday still have a couple of weeks to excuse themselves from the fire, and they've got a decent goal difference if it comes down to that, but AARRRGGHH!!!! We've been here before, haven't we? . . . In related news, Fulhamerica really needed any sort of result this weekend to keep their hopes alive, but failed miserably. The Cottagers are on life support and fading fast. Get ready for Americans in the Championship! Here's hoping Wednesday survive so that Simek will be around to face them next year . . . Sweet Jebus, those UEFA Champions' League semifinals sure were a steaming pile! Poor John Arne Riise? No! Poor, luckless fan of attractive, attacking soccer. The best players in the best stadiums under the spotlight of intense cup competition and we get that televised abortion? Oh to have futbol snatched from the jaws of a joyless, win-win-win, market capitalist, global corporate kleptocracy! Sombody save my game, I beg of thee . . .
Tickle
Yeah . . . ummmm . . . so, like, not too many injuries, huh? Well, baring a certain hairy ankle that just won't heal. Seriously, not much is going right for the Black-and-Red at the moment, but I think that it's a little too early to start making folks (Soehn, Peralta, Emilio, Wells) walk the plank. Remember how United and Houston started 2007 after everybody had them picked as the class of the league? Remember how United finished top of the league and Houston picked up the MLS Cup? History does have that strange way of repeating itself . . . United is looking to fill the final roster spot with ex-Red Bull speedster Francis Doe. Fine, that gives us a new dimension in attack--one that could potentially pay huge dividends given Gallardo's penchant for the searching ball, but we're still absent a trickster winger and looking shaky at the back . . . Panic button? Not yet pressed, but the hand is hovering, oh-so anxiously hovering . . .
Tackle
Where to begin? Well, I pretty much addressed most of the bad in the reaction to Thursday's loss to the Crew . . . I'm also trying to decide what reaction to have to Wells' comments after the loss (as heard on the excellent Screaming Eagles Podcast, created by this guy). He said something to the effect that the league is a forgiving one, and you can have some patches of poor results--the only thing that matters is how you finish the season. Which is totally true. For better or worse, the MLS Cup winner is the league champion, not the team that accumulates the most points--a lesson that Wells will have been all too familiar with given his previous couple of seasons with the masters of said tactic--the Dynamo.
There's just something a bit too pragmatic and a bit lacking in pride and passion that irks me about that kind of attitude though. This is where we really miss Ben Olsen, who would be out there throwing himself into every tackle--kicking, biting, scratching, and bleeding for the team. The only ones who are really making that sort of effort are Simms, Namoff in patches, and, surprisingly, the reborn Santino Quaranta. It's almost like the rest of the team has taken "Behind the Badge" to heart, and are hiding behind the shield, rather than holding it aloft with pride as they charge into battle. We need to ditch the "we're talented, the results will come" attitude, put our heads down, and start earning those results . . .
MLS
Tickle
Wow, things are really all over the place, aren't they? RSL lights up United one week, then falls over when confronted by TFC. The Rapids bounce the Revs in the Big Razor only to be spanked by the expansion Quakes at the Dick. Parity sure is fun . . .
Tackle
I had a bit of a go at Captain Kissypants in this week's Dogpile, but I'm still irked by the Fivehead's behavior and MLS's unwillingness to come down on him for acting like a spoiled brat. Face of the league? Please pick somebody a bit less childish and miles more professional. Passion is one thing--pissants are quite another . . .
Over There
Tickle
Friedel was a monster against the once and future champions, keeping the Red Devils' hands off of the trophy for just a little while longer. With all due respect to Timmy Howard, Friedel is still the best Yank keeper . . .
Tackle
Oh Jesus, I've got that sinking feeling. Wednesday still have a couple of weeks to excuse themselves from the fire, and they've got a decent goal difference if it comes down to that, but AARRRGGHH!!!! We've been here before, haven't we? . . . In related news, Fulhamerica really needed any sort of result this weekend to keep their hopes alive, but failed miserably. The Cottagers are on life support and fading fast. Get ready for Americans in the Championship! Here's hoping Wednesday survive so that Simek will be around to face them next year . . . Sweet Jebus, those UEFA Champions' League semifinals sure were a steaming pile! Poor John Arne Riise? No! Poor, luckless fan of attractive, attacking soccer. The best players in the best stadiums under the spotlight of intense cup competition and we get that televised abortion? Oh to have futbol snatched from the jaws of a joyless, win-win-win, market capitalist, global corporate kleptocracy! Sombody save my game, I beg of thee . . .
USA Recap - Clásico?
Yes, we were technically and tactically outclassed. Yes, we were blessed once again that los tricolores just can't seem to convert any of their possession into goals from the run of play. Yes, our set-piece defending was nothing short of miserable. Yes, some of our young guys looked to be a bit in awe of the occasion and the crowd. But still . . . but still . . . the future was there to glimpse--what I would consider the "third generation" of a true norteamericano rivalry between the USA and Mexico--and I don't know that I'm terribly disappointed in what I saw.
Now admittedly, some freakish, borderline-Biblical storm activity forced me to miss the opening 27 minutes, which may have been awful watching for all I know, but the rest of the match was pretty entertaining stuff until it petered out about 10-15 minutes from the final whistle as both sides ran out of steam and ideas. Some random thoughts that went pinging through my overtaxed noggin . . .
So that about wraps up my thoughts on what was a pretty good edition of El Clásico Norteamericano. I'm sure I've left out something, so I'll stick in addenda as they cross my weary mind. In the meantime, bonus points for the first commenter to correctly identify the dated lyrics that I so horribly abused in the bulleted points above.
Now admittedly, some freakish, borderline-Biblical storm activity forced me to miss the opening 27 minutes, which may have been awful watching for all I know, but the rest of the match was pretty entertaining stuff until it petered out about 10-15 minutes from the final whistle as both sides ran out of steam and ideas. Some random thoughts that went pinging through my overtaxed noggin . . .
- We need possession, some sweet possession - Mexico dominated possession and won the middle third easily. They're a more technical side, true, but the US needs to do better and not let those forwards get detached from the two deep-lying central midfielders. This may be one of those cases where Bob needs to be making adjustments when things aren't going so well--either pull Dempsey a little deeper or push him wide right and get Donovan inside to provide both a shorter passing outlet and some pressure on the Mexican midfield when they first get possession.
- Where have you gone, Landon Donovan? - I was ready to bite my tongue a bit regarding Captain Kissypants after he looked pretty good on the right side of midfield for the US--pressuring defenders, actually deigning to use some of that vaunted pace and ability to run at them a bit, and generally looking like he came to play. But that was just the first half. Where, oh where, was he in the second? I think we have another case of tactical failure here. The Mexicans identified a threat and took steps to neutralize it, and the US utterly failed to adapt. That said, I don't think Donovan needs to be the focus anymore . . .
- Deuce, feed Deuce, kick it to Dempsey's boots - Dempsey looked confident, quick, and ready to take chances. To be fair, he's always been one of the only American players willing to dare the latter, and as such, is one of my favorite American players to watch. Had he not been fractionally offside on his "goal", that would have been one of the better individual US netters in a long while--good control on the ball over the top, beats two defenders on what was, tantalizingly, almost a Blanco bunny-hop (good God, but that would have sweet!), jukes a third, and tucks the ball in the corner from the edge of the box. I really don't think the Mexicans would have recovered after going down 3-1--you could see it on Ochoa's shell-shocked face. Things would have devolved into a miserable hack-fest. As it was . . .
- Then it turned out, they had a touch of class - For all of the passion and moments of bitterness and brutality on display during the match, it almost brought a tear to my eye to see the exchanges after the final whistle. Márquez--never a contender for Miss Congeniality or Humanitarian of the Year--exchanging smiles and pleasantries with Altidore after they had banged away on each other for 90 minutes. Jonny Magallón, fresh off smoking the hapless Drew Moor for two goals, giving a post-game interview to ESPN with a swapped (hideous) US jersey on. Just a general decent mood in the place, and two sides congratulating each other on a battle well-fought. Now, we'll never know how our amigos en verde would have reacted after a loss, but that was a step in the right direction--a rivalry, yes, but a rivalry founded on mutual respect for the opposition.
- Fullbacks in a coma, I know, I know, it's serious - Ugh. Now, Drew Moor's cross to Altidore was one of the better crosses I've seen from a US in player in a long time, but his marking on set plays was just atrocious. On the other side, I'm still not sure what the hell Corrales is doing in a US jersey again. Whatever--we've got other options who were either injured, not released for the game, or just plain unused. What we do know is that Corrales is not an option against big-time opposition, and Drew Moor isn't either--yet. I still hold out some hope that Moor can grow into the role. His distribution is pretty good, he can cross, and he proved that his excellent moments at Copa America were not a fluke. But, he's not quite seasoned on the defensive side and he might not have the pace to really hack it at international level. Still, he's only just turned 24, so the best years are yet to come if he can learn to mark up a little more soundly.
So that about wraps up my thoughts on what was a pretty good edition of El Clásico Norteamericano. I'm sure I've left out something, so I'll stick in addenda as they cross my weary mind. In the meantime, bonus points for the first commenter to correctly identify the dated lyrics that I so horribly abused in the bulleted points above.
USA Recap - No Alibi
U-G-L-Y,Good God, that was not pleasing on the eyes, now was it? The US eases to a 2-0 victory on the back of a scrappy corner kick goal (Eddie Robinson for target man!) and a Donovan penalty (please, please, please stop with the kissing already!) In the process, Donovan becomes the USA's all-time leading scorer, despite looking only half-interested for most of the match and remaining firmly ensconced in the FBF doghouse.
You ain't got no alibi!
You ugly!
Forget the full-on recap. I'm just going to go with a few talking points.
- Guzan is #2 - El Guzano has the whiff of Europe circulating about his person, and you can tell why. In my mind, he's bypassed Hahnemman to become Howard's #2, and looks like he's ready to push the Everton keeper pretty hard. Took every chance that fell to the Swedes and turned them away time after time.
- Keep calling up Jozy - He caused the Swedish back line more trouble than the other three strikers combined. And it's damn good to see him get the ball and look to take defenders on. You watching, Mr. Donovan? Twellman? Please. Noonan? Whatever. Rolfe? Did he do anything (saying that, I think that Rolfe is quality and deserves more shots as well)? Jozy has to be amongst the strikers getting called into every US camp for the foreseeable future.
- Bretos with the unintentional funny - Bretos is a poor man's (a very, very poor man's--possibly a man in debtor's prison) Ray Hudson--all of the hyperbole with none of the poetry. "Shockwaves around Europe" from this result? Really? He did drop the excellent "Twellman with the comb-over [header] for Donovan." C'mon Twellers, tell Landycakes to just surrender to nature and genetics and go with the Timmy Howard stubble-dome special already!
- Feilhaber is in deep doo-doo - He'd better get himself out of Derby and into some playing time really soon, because Edu and Clark showed pretty well in a game that kept wanting to fling itself back and forth over their heads. Edu is probably stronger on the ball and makes better attacking runs, but Clark is more aware defensively, has his head up for the open man, and showed all of the piss and vinegar that was on display when he introduced his boot to a flopping Fish. Not that I'm justifying such behavior. In fact, he does show a disturbing tendency towards the bone-headed decision sometimes (shades of Mastroeni), but he was wrecking attacks, tracking back, springing the fullbacks with nice balls into space, and even found time to crack one of his trademark blasts from distance. Don't look over your shoulder Benny--there be dragons there!
- Possession, possession, possession - There were a few promising passing moves, but they generally fizzled out or led to corners, rather than solid chances from open play. Too often, the defenders were lumping the ball long or making ill-advised passes. And don't even get me started on the quality of the crossing. This was a game made for Brad Davis, as he got to demonstrate his dead-ball qualities, but not one for the connoisseur. I realize that we only had one sure-bet starter out there, but is it wrong of me to expect more of our scrubs?
Tickle v. Tackle 28
Back in the saddle after my many travels and busting out the TvT a few days late! Purge yourself of the turkey-sloth and horrified glances at the status of your post-shopping credit accounts, it's off to the DVR and back into the line of fire . . .
Tickle
CONCACAF is finally starting to put some thought into their own version of the Champions' League, and it looks promising. Negatives? Sure--what happens to the nascent SuperLiga? I'm guessing an eventual shift in scheduling is in the cards, but it sure does create a whole boatload of extra fixtures for the successful teams. Will MLS respond by expanding rosters and the salary cap? Diagnosis--unlikely. Also, having the new Champions' League conclude in the spring means that any MLS team that advances to the later stages may be radically different from the team that qualified for that stage given transitions aplenty in the off-season . . . In other "one step closer to the rest of the futboling world" news, MLS is considering simplifying the foreign players rule by making it a seven-player limit, regardless of age. Baby steps now people. We're getting there . . . Congrats to the Houston Dynamo on two in a row, though it was painful to watch a cup lifted in RFK by a team not wearing black. At least you spared us the horror of having the likes of Heaps and Reis get their day in the sun.Tackle
$5 mil a year for a moderately successful coach whose biggest asset is name recognition? Say, is that the Ghost of NASL's past rattling its chains in the dark, dreary basement of American Soccer? . . . And, Lalas' Abomination get to keep Captain Kissypants courtesy of MLS fudging the rules for LA again. That is, assuming that Landon and Lalas can kiss and make up after their latest series of spats . . . Ah, the three lions will be sobbing enough to rival the rains that dump on that blessed, sun-drenched isle (cough!). Couldn't have happened to a nicer bunch of over-rated players dubiously gifted with a real turd of a manager and backed by an arrogant and ill-informed fan-base that gets its futbol news from a patronizing dung heap of a news media. Cheers lads!
Tickle v. Tackle 27
Tickle
Holy crap, the Owls hang five on the Saints to make it four wins from six and a run of four unbeaten. Wednesday are now poised to push into the top half of the table. A decent run through the busy holiday season could see them joining the playoff fray. Ah, the lovely roller coaster that is Sheffield Wednesday . . . While we're on the Fizzy Soda Pop League, anybody else think that the MLS Western Conference final looked a bit like a top of the table Championship clash? Fast, direct, and brutal, with flashes of skill and the occasional decent passing movement . . . Back in the US of A, Seattle plants the spear for the Pacific Northwest and gets their inoculations in advance of expansion fever. Now begins the all-important naming process. The fans get to suggest their favorites, but who here thinks the nattering nabobs at league headquarters can keep their grubby hands out of this pie? Welcome to MLS, Atletico Space Needle United FC!Tackle
The Revs in yet another final--ugh! Let the snoozefest and base hackery begin . . . Typical failings in Metrobull-land as stadium delays begin to mount and it's looking more and more like 2010 for the first kick in anger to be fired at Red Bull Park. It seemd for a while there that the District had dealt United a hammer-blow in the Atlantic Cup race to cozy soccer-specific-stadium-ness, but there's now new life in the contest . . . Hey, I thought that Cleveland rocked? So what's up with the Emerald City, Mr. Carey? C'mon now, let's try keep things local . . . Captain Kissypants and Big Red are having a bit of a spat out in LA--yawn--wake me for the money shot when that abomination of a club implodes yet again.
Thursday Night Futbol - Five Talking Points
In no particular order:
- Has Landycakes been hitting the gym? I don't ever recall him shrugging off so many tackles and shoves without going down. He must have made at least 3-5 strong runs with the ball where he suffered two or more fouls and kept on truckin'. That is the Kissypants we need going forward for the US. Forget the falling over and leaving it to the ref to make a decision. Play hard, be a man, carpe diem, get results - the plaudits will inevitably follow. And damn it man - I want to like you! I really do, but you make it so hard with the kissing and the flopping and the whining and the. . .well, you get the picture.
- Kljestan is really maturing as a midfield force. He's been showing flashes with the US in the China friendly and at the Copa, but it's with Chivas that his growth has been most evident. The kid is class in a way that should translate pretty well to the big stage. He thinks and plays quickly, hitting the one and two touch stuff with accuracy and pace; he can hold the ball up with clever dribbling; he can thread the needle with the pass; and, most importantly, he plays positively. None of this bat it about the middle third nonsense. When he gets the ball, he's looking to get forward with it. I loved seeing him throw his hands up in frustration after working the ball forward into the Galaxy half only for Galindo to fail to make the run outside of him to continue the attack. Death to Reyna-ball!
- Smells Like [lack of] Team Spirit! All my DC United brethren out there will remember Gomito driving up to the Swamp with his family a few years back despite being suspended and eventually ending up with the traveling support banging on a drum. Now let's flash forward to the Galaxy M.A.S.H. unit in their suits and ties cracking jokes and staring at cell phones while their teammates are fighting for their playoff lives against their cross-town rivals. To be fair, Becks was starting to look pretty pissed off and distressed up in the skybox, but it's not hard to see why these guys are nailed to the bottom of the table.
- One last US run-out for Razov? Yeah, yeah, he's over 30, he's locker room cancer, he's slow, he's past it, youth movement, he won't be around in 2010, focus on the future, Jozy, Jozy, Jozy. . .but - and this is huge - RAZOV IS A FINISHER!! Whatever else he may be, Ante is ready, willing, and able to take the shot - anytime, anywhere - and he puts a fair few in the net. At the moment, he's probably the closest thing to a seasoned, natural finisher that the US can boast of. And Bradley has always pulled him into the fold, wherever he's been.
- Too bad it takes a Super Classico to bring the crowds for Chivas. Because that was a nice atmosphere they had going on in the Toolbox last night. Singing, banners, flags, smoke. This team is challenging for the Western Conference crown and may even make a run at the Supporters' Shield. Why are the seats empty for them, but packed with toned, tanned butts for the Galaxy? Well, we know the answer to the one, but this team deserves better support, particularly given how strong they are at home.
Tickle v. Tackle 18
Tickle
- U-17 World Cup Final. About as entertaining a nil-nil gets. Nigeria and Spain both displayed astonishing technical ability for a bunch of teenagers and the teams played some quick, attractive stuff. Chances may have been at a premium, but that's de rigueur for cup finals and there were some spectacular efforts from distance and a few good saves from the keepers. It's always a shame to end on penalties, but a memorable final to be sure.
- DC United Takes Charge. Three games in a week against three of their four rivals for the regular season crown, and United emerge with two wins and a draw to set the stage for a run at the Supporters' Shield. Despite the final being in our house, the Shield has to be priority number one right now as it offers the same rewards as MLS Cup does. I'd rather bank on winning the league than chance the vagaries of a cup competition. Besides, winning the Shield guarantees United home field throughout their playoff run, so in effect, winning the Shield is actually a big step towards winning MLS Cup. The only two worries on the horizon are: (1) Copa Sudamericana may prove a distraction and (2) we need to start pulling hard for the Rapids and Crew as a 1 v 8 would land us with the Fire at the moment, and they've always been a bit of a bugbear for us.
- No Fear. My two favorite performances from the US loss to Brazil were those of Dempsey and Bradley. Both players showed no fear and no hesitation in trying to impact the game. Sure Dempsey isn't the most accomplished of forwards, and Bradley did give away the late penalty, but the courage to express yourself upon the game is what some other, more high profile, folks in the US camp seem to be lacking (see below).
Tackle
- The Trouble with Landon. You can see how terrific a player he has the potential to be in spurts. He has skill, vision, and quickness - all that seems to be lacking is a bit of fire, the drive to grab the game by the scruff of the neck and bend it to his will. The frustration is that I think he genuinely has the ability, the physical gifts, and the vision to be a world-class player, but something is missing. Perhaps that nebulous "testicular fortitude" that everybody's favorite Geordie is so high on?
- FIFA Money-Grubbing. Don't get me wrong - I love international futbol. But for the good of the game and its players, I think FIFA needs to scale back the friendlies and cut down on the number of qualifying fixtures for the major tournaments. Sure they're great fun, but when your show ponies are constantly pulling up lame, it's time to reassess the situation. Spread things out a bit - make the international fixture something special again, a match with meaning that players can take pride in pulling on the national shirt for, rather than a watered down, mundane trial - rather than "just another game".
- Call the Exorcist. Dave O'Brien's Reign of Terror has gone on for over a year now with no sign of improvement. By the love of all that is holy - there has to be one competent play-by-play guy out there in the sportscasting universe who was raised on, understands, and loves the game. Based on FSC and GolTV continuing to go with the likes of Max Bretos, Lindsey Dean, Phil Schoen, and the spawn of Satan himself, Christian Miles "of crap spewed in a frothing, reeking, polluted deluge of inanity the likes of which drives sane, courageous men to drink, despair, and the ultimate annihilation of self rather than continuing to exist on the same corporeal plain as this Sultan of Senselessness, this Vizier of Vapidity, this Lord of the Ludicrous, Duke of Ditz, Prince of the Puerile, Marquis de Moronity, Dauphin of Daft, Earl of the Absurd..." Breathe, one deep one after another. It's all going to be okay. You will wake one day and this will all be but a bad dream.
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