A nice and feathery Brazilian cutie for your viewing pleasure. Just that. What, disappointed? Well, as soon as Brazil shows more, I’ll show more of my cuties. That’s the ransom.
Día 18. A promising day that thankfully delivered. Sure, my eyes were not really set on Brazil’s game. It was a given they were going to rout Ghana. No siree. It was Spain and France, neighbors and iconic football powers that were going to meet, astonishingly, for the first time in a World Cup. They had always come close to each other, but never met.
Did it pay off? Was the anticipation worth it? Read on.
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Brazil 3 – Ghana 0
Not much to write about here. No, really. Sometimes there really isn’t a need to go to all the trouble of reading into things when there’s not much to read into.
Brazil played at half speed through most of the game, and thanks to their usual standard of finishing, made the most of their chances. Ghana, despite having more, and at times better possession, just didn’t know what to do with it once they reached the 3/4ths of the field. Simple as that.
The early goal, however, did a lot to quell whatever anxiety the Brazilians might have had. Which was very little really, since they looked comfortable, never pressured and never rushed. They looked as if this match was only a necessary appointment for them. One more form to fill out as they go because, honestly, they have yet to meet opposition that approaches their level. That’s why next game is going to be very interesting.
Ghana tried, and did what they could, but they lost because of two key factors: One, the godawful idea that somehow playing the offside trap against Brazil is going to work, and it will always, always catch Ronaldo and Adriano — obviously amateur, inexperienced players that are not used to dirty tricks like these at all. That was suicide from the bench, particulary considering the quality of Ghana’s back line.
Two, defensive screwups. All of Brazil’s goals came from gifts given by the lacking defense of Ghana. First one: Ronaldo breaking through that ridiculous offside trap they were throwing. Second one: Adriano coming in from behind, alone and unmarked, to tap it in point-blank. Third one: Ze Roberto breaking their offside trap again, past the keeper, and there you go.
Now, Ghana tried. And their had their moments. There was one close, close header in front of goal in the first half that Dida managed to find with his shoe. Some other close shots. But, really… would that have changed things? I don’t think so. Ghana fought all the time, not only against Brazil, but also against their lack of quality finishing and that vice they had of always trying to do just one more touch than it’s needed up front.
Brazil keeps going, and everyone knew it was gonna happen.
Man of the Match: I’d give it to Ze Roberto (BRA) just to be different, because none of the usual suspects really, really shone.
The good: Ronaldo becomes the top striker in WC history with 14 goals.
The bad: Not much really. Would’ve been nice to see Brazil playing at full speed, but then again there was never a need for them to do so during the game. Save energy, conserve your players. Smart.
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Spain 1 – France 3
And what’s all this then? What the hell happened here? This is what happened:
The first half I’ll give it squarely to Spain. They had possession, and when they didn’t have it, they were keen and able to recover the ball quick, be that from their own virtues or from French passing imprecisions (which were many in the first half). Spain was the faster team, the team with the ball that leaned on offense, counting on catching Henry in offside thanks to their back four playing way up the field. It worked. It worked great. Spain generated football and tried to penetrate France from everywhere. France? They were slower and more imprecise. But worse, they were giving Spain the necessary room for them to use it and create their own game.
Yet… you can’t throw the offside trap over and over and over again against an experienced team like France and think they’ll never catch on. At some point they’ll realize what you’re trying to do. That happened as the first half was dying. I imagine the French were “Aha. So… you wanna catch Henry all the time with the little trap? Fine. We’ll get someone else you’re not looking at”. And sure enough. Through ball, Rivery coming like a bat out of hell from 10 meters behind. No one was covering him. Clean ball in front of the keeper. Regate y gol. 1-1.
That goal must have hurt the Spanish and emboldened the French, because the second half was much different. France came out of the lockers not looking like that timid, slow team that was content with trying with imprecision and playing like crap. They tightened up, and started pressing the Spanish midfield. They started to get the ball much more often, and to create some football much more often. Zidane started to get the ball more. As for Spain, they stuck to their guns. They kept trying the way they know how. Offensively, looking forward. Just like the first half. But now the spaces were not there. Now the French were more solid. Now the French were not playing so far apart from each other. Now France, slowly, slowly, were starting to become the team that was surely taking control of the game away from Spain.
And the goals were not coming for Spain so, double trouble. It suddenly became a really, really even game, where anything could happen. And it did.
I’m not gonna stop a lot in the ‘foul’ from Puyol to Henry. To me, it wasn’t a foul. But depending on the ref’s position, he could’ve seen it in some other way. The important things here are: One, that is was a foul done in an irrelevant and completely predictable position. And by that I mean, too far to shoot straight to goal. Predictable? Hello? Was there anyone in the stadium that didn’t know that shot was going to be an open cross into the box?
So knowing and thinking of all this, it doesn’t really matter if it was a foul or not. It was called a foul. Puyol’s yellow, yeah, I disagree with that more, because I didn’t see anything going on there that would merit a yellow. But it was called a foul. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that if everyone knew it was going to be a high cross, looking for a header, then why on earth did Vieira just waltz in from the back, like Adriano, alone and unmarked, having all the time in the world to measure the header and nail it? Where was the marking? Everyone looking at the ball, no one at the guy that’s making the run in. Bad.
The nail in the coffin? France coming out to put pressure on a Spain that was decidedly leaning forward to get a goal. All of a sudden Spain’s last man finds himself with the ball and 3 French biting his ankles. Ball lost, quick counter and a really nice goal from Zizou, showing some good finishing. 3-1. No time to come back. No time for Spain to do anything.
Now, I give them a lot of shit, but credit must be give where it’s due. I think France played a very smart game on the second half. Stepping up their perfomances, tightening up and doing what needed to be done to crack open the problem of an offensive Spain. It was truly a midfield contest all through the game, but France stepped up to the plate for the second half, and they did it in a better way than Spain. Spain just kept trying their same formula that gave them good results. This time, it just didn’t work.
Some names, quick: Zidane, missing in the first half, getting better as minutes went by. Henry, irrelevant. Caught way too many times in offside. Rivery and Vieira, instrumental. Gumption through the first half, added skill and presence for the second. France’s best those two.
Torres? A threat, never realized. Raul, missing. Villa, trying, never got a clean one on goal.
Brazil – France now, and this is getting good because a) Brazil all of a sudden is put in front of a team worth a damn, after having played fun against four nobodies. And b) the team worth a damn shows they’re stepping up their game. We saw it against Togo, and now we saw it against a much better rival. Maybe France woke up? Is it too late for Brazil, and they’re heading to bed out of boredom because they didn’t really play anyone?
Interesting prospect whatever the case.
Man of the Match: Can’t pick one, really. Shared between Vieira and Rivery (FRA). I liked them both.
The good: Intense last minutes after France’s second goal. Zidane showing he still has some left in him, scoring the important goals.
The bad: Raul. Came, did nothing, left with nothing. I think it’s time to finally go ahead and put the Raul legend to rest, once and for all. As far as I’m concerned, he’s officially a has-been. Barthez is blind. We all know he has the footwork of a fish, but does he have to get out of the box and show it so much?
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And now, two straight days without football, until the quarter finals. And what quarter finals!
Friday 30th:
Germany – Argentina
Italy – Ukraine
Saturday 1st:
England – Portugal
Brazil – France
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Ah… an Ecuatorian cutie and an English cutie, ready to embrace and make out during the game. Isn't it beautiful? Football truly is a celebration of life and love. "French-kissing Without Borders", that should be the slogan for 2010. FIFA, take note.
Why so serious, hon? You're looking great there. Like a German papagayo. In any case, here's today's cutie in all her stoic glory. I wanted to try for a Swedish cutie, but they left early.
Yes, it's another Korean cutie. Perhaps not as succulent as the previous one, but with the Red Devils going out of the cup, this will be our last chance for a while to enjoy some Asian hawt stuff.
Almost there with today's Italian cutie as well. Hey, don't get me wrong. She's nice, but I don't know if she's truly up to par with previous cuties. It's what we have, in any case.
This time she's a proper Mexican cutie, not one with double nationality like yesterday. I like them both, for different reasons.
Is today's cutie Mexican? German? Who cares, if she's got that wonderful pair of… of… countries she seems to be so fond of. Yeah.







