Showing posts with label Michael Essien. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michael Essien. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

World Cup, part deux

World Cup Hair Watch:

  • Czech Republic substitute Jan Polak made a valiant effort to challenge for the Bad Hair Award, but the combination fauxhawk-mullet is sadly played out. Yes, already.
  • I think we may have to declare a winner, actually, after seeing the wonderfully named Loco of Angola, who's shaved his entire head except for a braided fringe at the front. It's sort of reminiscent of Ronaldo in 2002, but much, much worse.
  • Francesco Totti, meanwhile, has cut his hair and is practically unrecognizable (meaning, I almost find him attractive now).
  • And Liverpool fans will be relieved to note that Harry Kewell has cut off his stupid ponytail, which is a vast improvement. He also managed to make it through all 90 minutes of yesterday's game without crumpling with a groin injury -- maybe all that hair was weighing him down before?

Other burning questions:
  • Are they really playing "Go West" by the Pet Shop Boys at the end of every match? Why, for the love of god, why?
  • If the players are complaining about the weather being too hot, why are half of them wearing long-sleeved shirts? I know footballers aren't supposed to be that bright, but come on. Also, Cristiano Ronaldo seemed to have cut slits in the sleeves of his jersey, for no apparent reason other than to make himself look like a bigger prat than usual.
  • Speaking of perplexing team uniforms, why did Puma design kits for the Azzurri that make them look like they've got permanent pit stains?

Oh, yeah, there were some football matches too.

  • Serbia & Montenegro 0-1 Holland: Arjen Robben is a prick, but damn if he can't play football when he wants to. It's infuriating, actually. As for Serbia & Montenegro (soon to be just Serbia), their defence was solid enough to keep the Oranje out for the most part, but I don't think their attack is good enough to take them deep into the tournament.

  • Mexico 3-1 Iran: The 3-1 scoreline makes this game sound a lot more exciting than it actually was. I mean, it wasn't as bad as England-Paraguay or anything, but then again neither is my rec league.

  • Angola 0-1 Portugal: Angola seemed to have stage fright for the first five minutes or so, but after that they settled down and stopped making Portugal look nearly so good (or, at least, they stopped letting Figo, who is not exactly known for his pace, burst past their defenders). Best moment of the match: the commentator noting, when Cristiano Ronaldo got substituted, that he looked like he was "about to throw his teddy bear out of the pram."

  • USA 0-3 Czech Republic: I am a little too gleeful about this one. The Czechs played very well -- they might even justify their #2 FIFA ranking -- but the USA at #5 is a joke. The Americans had plenty of possession but never looked dangerous when they got near the goal. In other news, Arsene Wenger now looks like a genius for buying Tomas Rosicky, and Bruce Arena somehow doesn't even have to open his mouth for me to want to smack him in the face.

  • Italy 2-0 Ghana: Michael Essien was much more impressive for Ghana than he has been so far for Chelsea -- possibly because he didn't spend the entire game either trying to cover for Frank Lampard or making ugly tackles. Italy looked fairly solid -- based on their play, they seem to be doing a good job of ignoring the match-fixing scandal -- but their strikers aren't quite clicking, as you can tell by the fact that it took a Steven-Gerrard-to-Thierry-Henry-esque backpass to give them the second goal.

  • Australia 3-1 Japan: How much do you wish that Guus Hiddink was going to be the next England coach? Now this is a man who knows how to use substitutes to turn a game around.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

More odds and ends

"I am not someone who goes around trying to break people's legs. But football is a man's game that is played with power and force, not ballet." Shut up, Michael Essien. I've taken down guys bigger than you in a game. This would also be the point where I gloat about him being suspended for two games.

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It's official: Roy Keane is going to Celtic. Somehow I always suspected he'd end up there when he left United. I mean, could you really picture him at Real Madrid? With David Beckham and his ever-changing hairdos? I don't think so. And lining up against United with another Premiership team would have been equally unpalatable. You could argue that Celtic don't really need him at this point, but I think he'll fit right in with their chippy kind of play.

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After Manchester United's Champions League disaster last week, one of my friends said he expected them to destroy Everton at the weekend because that's how they normally react to a defeat. It didn't happen on Sunday, obviously, but they managed to get it together for Wednesday's game, thrashing Wigan 4-0. So they do know how to recover -- just not as quickly as one might like. (Same thing after they got schooled 4-1 by Middlesbrough at the end of October -- they were apathetic against Lille in their next game, and then rebounded to hold off Chelsea.) Maybe Sir Alex's temper tantrum at the press had a belated effect.

Also: A goal from Rio Ferdinand! Somewhere out there, a piglet is trying out a new pair of wings.

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Liverpool are through to the finals of the World Club Cup Championship Whatsit, after an easy 3-0 win over Deportiva Saprissa. The Costa Rican club is apparently known as the "purple monster," and I'm a bit disappointed that none of the players were wearing a Barney outfit.

Anyway, they'll face Sao Paulo on Sunday, and will be hoping to bring home a title that nobody, outside of the red half of Merseyside, really gives a damn about.

Jose Mourinho, though, will probably argue that it isn't a true world championship because a team from Antarctica wasn't included.

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I was out with my teammates having a pint after our game the other day, and we were talking about getting new shirts for next season. Someone suggested replica jerseys. But the problem is that we're pretty evenly divided between supporters of United, Liverpool, Arsenal and, um, Peterborough. So that wouldn't work. What about England jerseys, then?

Well, no. Because that would just mean we'd make it to the playoffs, and then go out in the quarterfinals.