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Day: July 6, 2006

The Spirit Of Football

I’ve spent most of this evening looking around for geek-tastic things to put on here after the World Cup has finished. You may well all die of excitement. Under normal circumstances, I would have put this on afterwards, but it is World Cup related. Whilst taking a look at Technocrati earlier this evening, I noted a link to The Great Gubba Fiasco on a blog called “The Spirit Of Football”. Well, I kind of got sucked into it, and it’s brilliant. Best of all is this post about their visit to see St Pauli play Trinidad in Hamburg. There’s no other club in the world like FC St Pauli. You can read more about them here. It is one of my life-long ambitions to see them play at the Millerntor, and I am enormously, enormously jealous. More gubbins at some point tomorrow, including (time permitting) a definitive guide to how to make football better. I’ll do my utmost to resist the temptation to say “make them play in clown...

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The United Colours Of Xenophobia

Portugal 0-1 France I strongly suspect that I’m going to be in a minority of one on this subject, but I was disheartened by the BBC’s coverage of this match. Gary Lineker and Alan Shearer nailed their flags to the mast in a quite literal sense, barely able to conceal their desire to see the Portuguese vanquished by the French. They may well have tapped into the national mood, but then again they could have done that by saying, “well, Alan, I’ve in favour of hanging all rapists”. It does the BBC no favours to go into matches with what looks very much to me like an editorial agenda, and whilst it’s very easy to blame that dreadful Ronaldo for England’s elimination from the tournament (and I’m no fan of his myself), it doesn’t reflect on them terribly well that they’re still carping on about it four days after it happened. After Tuesday night’s extravaganza, this always felt to me like it was going to be something of a let-down. Portugal had been fairly woeful thus far, and the French, for all the idolatry surrounding the strangely rejuvenated Zinedine Zidane, had largely built their team around a defensive midfield formation that wasn’t going to get the football purists gushing. For the want of a better word, France last night were “professional”, though I’d have been struggling to justify using...

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