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As a Barca fan, of course I adore this animated pass-shot-goal graphic feature from ESPN Soccernet of Xavi's equalizing goal last night, a mesmerizing hymn to the innate superiority of the Barca way (and also something of an analog to the bullfight) — the chronic, monk-patient triangles; the fluttery, midfield prestidigitation, with increasingly close-in passes of the cape; the Catalan dedication to ornate figuration at the expense of almost everything else; and finally the estocada, the sudden sword-thrust through the aorta, in this case from Messi to Xavi via a gorgeous one-time by Abidal, whom I underestimated as a crosser. (What would a Drogba goal look like in this feature? Would the screen shatter?)

Too bad this was really the only good combo in an otherwise pretty mediocre and occasionally utterly dangerous display by our heroes, who probably should have lost, given a couple of blown bunnies by Kiev and an outrageous handball by Pique in the first half that stopped a breakaway and definitely should have been a red and was one of many big wanking red flags.

Group F was, if not the group of death Sir Alex thought, certainly the Group of Numb Extremities and Slightly Blue Lips. (Let's hope the first knockout isn't CSKA Moscow, given the way the boys play in cold weather.) The good news: Barca is through and top-seeded, despite Pique and Ibrahimovic being awful, Iniesta and Puyol and Keita being spectral, and Messi being, once again despite the goals and assist, pretty subpar. (He's in doubt for this weekend.) The bad news? All the above minus the first clause, plus Victor Valdez up to his old shaky tricks again. Just another night at the opera, as this year is turning out. Ibrahimovic did almost break the goalie's jaw on a free kick, which was fun.

Chelsea and Barca have been made 7/2 co-favorites to win the Champions League. You'll have to get behind Tony Cascarino if you want a piece of that action, I'm sure. Draw is December 18.

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Barcelona 1-0 Real Madrid: Sprites and Elves

by Bob Lalasz on November 29, 2009

in Barca, Digital, Football

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You never know which Dani Alves is going to show up — the good elf whose free kicks are sprinkled with fairy dust, or the bad elf whose crosses sail into orbit (or dent the Stamford Bridge Shed trying), who flops and whines and collects yellows like baseball cards. But in a match of boy sprites (Messi, Xavi, Kaka — even Ronaldo seemed a little smaller, just a bit more feminized than usual), it was the mischievous good elf Dani who finally slew the dragon, making Ibra appear like the right call after all. That and Puyol, putting his body in front of every bullet fired. He can’t run, but he sure can catch up.

Seriously, though, Real looked very dangerous for about 20 minutes, and then disappeared. Manuel Pellegrini whipped out an Arsene Wenger protractor during the press conference to prove that Real was the better team. Barca will certainly need more than two points lead going back to Madrid in April — but ask Messi, Pique, and Abidal which team blew more bunnies in front of the goal mouth. It was Real at its best this year versus Barca at not nearly its best, and if you can’t get the result under those circumstances you should not say anything at all.

BTW: New hashtag on Twitter: #fillinginforray, started by The Run of Play. Because Ray Hudson was apparently replaced by someone whose brain had been completely hollowed out by bovine spongiform encephalopathy and then stuffed like a turducken with cliches. And he didn’t mention crickets once, perhaps because the game was too important. But not too important for GOL TV to show us their 30-second “exclusive camera shots” of players warming up along the sidelines while the action was going on.

(Image credit: foxspain/Flickr through a Creative Commons license.)

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