Tuesday 31 July 2018
What's wrong with this picture?
Monday 30 July 2018
Thursday 19 July 2018
Saturday 14 July 2018
England - A case of the Emperor's new Waistcoast?
The records will show that our National team reached the semi-final of the World Cup. If nothing else, it gave us something else to talk about other than the inability of our skies to squeeze out any water this Summer.
Overall the public, punters and the red-tops were happy with England's efforts over the past few weeks. Pride restored. Young lions roaring. Southgate being compared to a root vegetable deferred for a month or two.
But, looking back dispassionately over the Tournament, was our effort really so glorious? We beat Tunisia at the absolute death. We beat non-league Panama with a mixture of penalties and flukes. We needed penalties to overcome Colombia. Even the relatively easy win over Sweden was summed up by a Man of the Match award for Pickford.
Tunisia / Panama / Colombia / Sweden
All teams we should beat every day of the week. World Cup or pointless friendly. Our record when the opposition could actually play football was a little different.
We lost easily to both Belgium's "A" and "B" teams, and were, frankly, swept away by Croatia, who pick from a national population roughly half that of London.
Our lack of goals from open play was perhaps explained by our numbing inability to actually create goal-scoring chances from open play. Any midfield where Henderson is seen as the star, is always going to be lightweight. Add to this the "efforts" of the supposed world-class Alli and Sterling, no wonder we were so reliant on the one-dimensional Harry Kane's penalties and the foreheads of our central defenders.
Has the England team improved? Not sure. We try to play a more "modern football" game. With other nations this manifests itself with flowing, attacking football. With us, it seems to be reduced to our lumbering centre backs playing the ball in triangles with each other until getting into trouble and relying on the keeper to boot the ball down the park.
Fourth place? Beyond our expectations certainly, but, even our most optimistic fan wouldn't claim that we were the fourth best team in the world.
Overall the public, punters and the red-tops were happy with England's efforts over the past few weeks. Pride restored. Young lions roaring. Southgate being compared to a root vegetable deferred for a month or two.
But, looking back dispassionately over the Tournament, was our effort really so glorious? We beat Tunisia at the absolute death. We beat non-league Panama with a mixture of penalties and flukes. We needed penalties to overcome Colombia. Even the relatively easy win over Sweden was summed up by a Man of the Match award for Pickford.
Tunisia / Panama / Colombia / Sweden
All teams we should beat every day of the week. World Cup or pointless friendly. Our record when the opposition could actually play football was a little different.
We lost easily to both Belgium's "A" and "B" teams, and were, frankly, swept away by Croatia, who pick from a national population roughly half that of London.
Our lack of goals from open play was perhaps explained by our numbing inability to actually create goal-scoring chances from open play. Any midfield where Henderson is seen as the star, is always going to be lightweight. Add to this the "efforts" of the supposed world-class Alli and Sterling, no wonder we were so reliant on the one-dimensional Harry Kane's penalties and the foreheads of our central defenders.
Has the England team improved? Not sure. We try to play a more "modern football" game. With other nations this manifests itself with flowing, attacking football. With us, it seems to be reduced to our lumbering centre backs playing the ball in triangles with each other until getting into trouble and relying on the keeper to boot the ball down the park.
Fourth place? Beyond our expectations certainly, but, even our most optimistic fan wouldn't claim that we were the fourth best team in the world.
Friday 13 July 2018
Back Home
So it wasn’t so bad after all. Instead of
skulking home wearing dark glasses or with blankets over their heads, England
will return from Russia with heads held high and rightfully enjoy their day off
before reporting for pre-season training.
It was unexpected, it was fun, it was
emotional, it was 20 minutes from being incredible. We saw a side of relatively
modest pedigree gel into a good, effective unit that played to its strengths.
We marvelled at the size of Harry Maguire’s head. We found ourselves
considering the purchase of a waistcoat. We imagined what we would do after the
final if we actually bloody won the thing.
Russia put on a great tournament and
entered into the spirit of things by not invading any adjoining countries,
shooting down airliners or poisoning former spies for the duration. VAR sort of
worked and gave the TV commentators something else to chew over. Overall the punditry was pretty good, though
I have heard enough of Alan Shearer’s pub-bore statements of the obvious to
last me until at least Qatar 2022. Ian Wright, as always, did not disappoint –
transmitting exactly the right amount of passion and lunacy. Perhaps it’s just
as well we didn’t go all the way. He would literally have died of joy.
But life must go on and already the first
friendly of the new season is here. Westcarr and Kelly are coming home. Not
quite the home they remembered, but just wait until we have our big new fence.
Trump couldn’t build that wall – we can!
Wednesday 11 July 2018
Never again. Seriously, never again
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Two visits to Latimer Park to watch England play. The first was Iceland in the Euros.... The second was tonight against Croatia.... Never again. I don't care what Martin says to tempt me a third time. Never again. |
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