Inter are the champions...Mourinho left Italy with teary eyes
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Inter are the champions...Mourinho left Italy with teary eyes
lol Benzema's not going to the world cup, and it seems domenech will be replaced by Laurent Blanc, but that doesn't matter the team sucks anyway.
Carlton Cole, Green and Upson going to the world cup, nice.
predictions on the finals????
i have inter at 3-1
Ballack out for Germany in the World Cup.
the man does have some rotten luck.
was an epic day last night in Turkish football. for the first time ever a team out of the big 4 and only the 2nd team outside of Istanbul has won the league. was fucking epic. its a time of revolution, hopefully this changes everything in our majorly corrupt league.
Yeah I saw this, I had abit on Bursaspor to beat Besitkas. I heard they had an outisde chance of the title but everyone expected Fener not to fuck up? How have Bursaspor done this? Through hard work or a wealthy owner. It's not a name familiar to many outside of Turkey, how will they do in the champions league?Quote:
Originally Posted by HAN
david villa to barca. 40 mil.
herny is defiantly on the way out. possibly ibra too in my opinion, he wont want to sit on the bench. heard rumors he might possibly go back to juve.
Inter will win the final 3-1
epic advert. World Cup fever is starting, shits gonna be crazy. shame Ronaldihno in the advert though lol.
i think Inter will do it tomorrow.
all hard work. their budget is something like £7million, compare that to Fenerbahce whose budget is like £30-50million. the team is built around good young Turkish players and solid European vets. plus they have a really good coach. i mean they only got promoted back to the top division 3 years ago.Quote:
Originally Posted by Djaminha
i honestly dnt know how they will do in the champions league, they are a good tough team. it depends how the summer goes for them, there is a possibility that to make money they will just sell off their good young talent to the big three Istanbul teams. if that happens they got no chance in the champs league. if it dnt they can improve and maybe pull off some surprises.
diego milito did work today.
I never noticed how much Milito looks like a young Sylvester Stallone.
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvf2OFbbof...kj0/s320/1.doc
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it's funny how any big club could buy the 7 players we bought, well maybe not Eto'o
-still, Eto'o was not wanted in Barcelona anymore
-Sneijder had to go cuz of Perez
-Milito & Motta from Genoa
-Lucio was thrown out of Bayern
-Mariga wanted to go somewhere bigger
-Pandev haven't played for half a year in Lazio
crazy. love the whole team...
im glad for for zanetti. class act. man is a quality footballer.
im glad too that inter won (not really but u know) for the because of the serie A coefficient.
hahaha fate made Italy cheer for Inter just because of that.. =)
Inter just outdone Bayern. they are an excellent team with the best defence in the world. samuel and lucio are like a solid steel wall. the best part is whenever one is out of position you got cambiasso and zanetti just filling in. bayern had that one good chance at the beginning of the second and fucked it up.
all the reports are saying Jose is going to Real Madrid. would be weird considering Real want to play 'beautiful' football and Mourihno's teams play anything but that. this is a team that sacked Capello cause he wasnt winning with style.
http://bologna.theoffside.com/files/2010/02/milito1.jpg
aaaaadddrriiiiiaaaaaannnn
Blackpool will teach a lesson to negative teams in the PL. I hope they keep the 433. I tear my fucking eyes out watching shit like Wolves or Blackburn.
its all about surviving for those bum ass teams. if you dont have the players they pack it up and just try and skimp points off the bigger clubs. getting relegated costs teams major cash.
wow we fucking lost to the US of A. Turkey should officially be booted out from UEFA for disgracing the name of European football. same old shit with us. cocky lazy footballers.
Hiddink wont be able to do much with this team, he wont last long. oh well.
I hope he'll coach Inter... I don't want Pellegrini LOL
i only saw from about 25th minute until 50th or so. but the first goal the US scored was really nice actually. but a lot of the other stuff i saw was shit. they just still dont get the game a lot. the turkish goal was evidence. outside back makes a run up. leaves a gap, which happens. but it needs to be covered properly. you cant just allow the opposing team to play one ball that beats your defence and leads to a goal.
Nation's Soccer Fan Becoming Insufferable
JUNE 4, 2010 | ISSUE 46•22
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WILMINGTON, DE—As the 2010 World Cup approaches, friends, family, and coworkers of 32-year-old Brad Janovich are growing less tolerant of the exuberant behavior of the United States' lone soccer fan.
"Who's got World Cup fever?" Janovich asked his officemates at Credit Solutions Friday, failing to notice their silent stares as he reported for work clad in the sole Team USA jersey sold this year. "I do! I've got World Cup fever!"
"Check out this World Cup wall chart I just bought," added Janovich, who is the only American citizen currently aware that the World Cup begins June 11.
According to sources only peripherally aware of the World Cup, Janovich's infuriating behavior first became apparent during a Super Bowl viewing party last February when he repeatedly used the phrase "American football" to describe the action on the field. In recent weeks, Janovich has also begun referring to the supposed suspense involved in choosing the players for the U.S. "side," and has struck up several extended but one-sided conversations concerning figures such as "Kaka" and "Ronaldinho," generally mystifying and alienating everyone he has come into contact with.
Yesterday Janovich sent an office-wide e-mail about the controversy surrounding the new World Cup ball, and the message was instantly deleted by all of his coworkers.
"Decorating his cubicle with World Cup stuff is fine, I guess," said coworker Greg Lafferty, who endured several elevator rides in which he politely listened to the lone American soccer fan evaluate international matchups before realizing that Janovich was discussing the outcomes of soccer games and not impending wars. "I myself have a Yankees pennant at my desk. But Brad has all these scarves draped all over everything. They hang into other people's areas, and when they ask him to move them, he responds by explaining what the scarf means. It's driving us nuts."
"Last week he was talking about how 'footy' was really heating up and asked me to come over for the 'friendly' against Turkey," said Janovich's friend Beth Gleason, who has known the only projected U.S. viewer of this year's World Cup broadcast since college. "I love Brad, I really do, but when he talks like that I want to punch him in the goddamn face. Especially because, when I asked him what he was talking about, he just said the same thing again, only slower. I was like, 'Brad, don't talk like that. People don't talk like that.'"
With only a week to go, Janovich's singular, almost unconscionable degree of soccer fanhood has only intensified. Credit Solutions employees reported that a crude "World Cup countdown calendar" appeared on the break room wall Friday, the same day that everyone in Janovich's division arrived to find him wearing Umbro soccer shorts and placing a World Cup bracket on every desk.
In addition, coworkers reported that it is not uncommon for Janovich to spontaneously start humming or singing repeated snatches of songs evidently composed exclusively of the sound "olé" while seated at his desk.
"I had absolutely no idea what 'FIFA South Africa 2010' meant," said Lafferty, who made the mistake of asking Janovich to explain. "When he told me that's where the soccer games were and that the time difference meant he'd be getting up early to watch them, all I could think was that maybe he'd be too tired to talk about them afterward."
Janovich has also extended invitations to everyone he knows to accompany him to the Newgate, a pub in downtown Wilmington that will be showing the World Cup live and is favored by British expatriates.
"It'll be nice to finally be among other fans," Janovich said. "And speaking as a fan, it's really great to see Hotspur and Arsenal and Aston Villa supporters all come together for the Three Lions, though I'm hoping the Yanks can channel the spirit of the 1950 shock horror. But that's not as important as uniting in our love of the Beautiful Game, as any football [sic] fan will tell you."
Newgate regulars agreed that Janovich's enthusiasm was unique.
"That American fan? He's harmless, I guess," bartender and lifelong Tottenham supporter Martin West said. "Though he gets pretty tiresome with all his footy rubbish, and he can really get annoying when we're all just trying to watch in peace. Thank Christ he's the only one."
hahahahaha french team lost against fucking China! These dudes are playing so bad its almost as if they're doing it on purpose lol
and the funny part about the chinese goal is that the little chink should've been subbed right then, but he throwed a time out sign [lol] and scored the goal
mikel, drogba, robben probably out :O
who's betting on what?
i'm placing £40 on Spain @ 4/1 = £200 return... not sure to go with SkyBet(money back if England win the WC) or Bet365(money back if Spain lose on pens).
probably gonna stick some money on Villa and Torres for golden boot.
something really annoying about the World Cup is how fucking corny they make the whole thing.
anyway Spain and Brazil open favourites.
safe bet would be either, im gonna put money down on Argentina. although i dont think they would win because of Maradona and his crappy managerial skills.
Germany is a good bet, the Germans always do well they got a good strong team.
I dont know about England, i think they will breeze through the first couple of rounds but when it comes to playing the real serious teams they could get exposed.
pele predicted england, spain and brazil to win the world cup
we all know pele's predictions are like a curse
http://www.goal.com/en/news/1863/wor...le-predictions
i agree with HAN ze germans always go far in tourneys, wouldnt be surprised if theyw on it, everyone sleeps on germany
holland always look solid but they choke
if argentina comes correct and hungry they will make it to the finals
it all depends on who gets the easy route to the finals too
south africa and usa will frrrruck up alot of teams
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lol yeah I don't remembern who said "Football is a game played by eleven players, and in the end , Germany wins". They're never really expected but they always get far.
Im supporting England, and on the side, South Africa, Mexico and Uruguay lol
Manchester City bid £35m for Raoul Moat City chief exec, Garry Cook commented "We have no idea who this man is, but everybody else seems to be after him so we're putting in a bid"
man citys looking to bid for lando donavan.
albert riera just signed for olympiacos. ive always liked him, his play was not suited for the prem though. he needs to go back to spain or try italy to succeed on a good squad.
joe cole for liverpool is a bit of a surprise.
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Originally Posted by whitey
I thought he'd go to Arsenal or Spurs.
seasons are kicking off!!!
forza milan.
forza inter
Forza Dagenham & Redbridge.
milan got Kevin-Prince Boateng on loan with an option to buy. ill take it.
Real Madrid got Ozil for 14million Euros. bargain price, compare it to the price Man city have paid for all their transfers so far. shows how ridiculous the premiership is.
by the looks of it the premiership is going to be a 2 horse race i dnt see anyone getting close to Man Utd and Chelsea.
and Besiktas with our new team with Quaresma and Guti along with new coach Schuster. we playing ok i mean seeing Ricardo Quaresma actually track back and defend is all very positive.
i won around £240 for Spain winning and Villa being joint top scorer - odds we're divided by the amount of people tied on amount of goals. (pretty sure i've said that before on here... somewhere)
^shortly after i won that money, i lost my job. the two aren't related though |(
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Originally Posted by Krimewave
^haha... brilliant.
Quaresma has done more in 2 games for Besiktas than he did in 2 years at inter.
The following is a conversation overheard recently in the Manchester United dressing room…
Sir Alex Ferguson: Right lads, we’ve got a problem here today. We’re up against The Dog and Duck and they’re no mugs. I’m thinking we might have to go with the 4-5-1 formation again.
[Groans from around the room]
SAF: I know, I know. I don’t like it any more than you do but needs must and all that. What with our defensive crisis, we’re down to our last six centre backs and our best goalkeeper is away looking after his missus so we’ll have to make do with you again Tommo, I’m afraid.
Tomasz Kuszczak: Thanks, boss. Your confidence is overwhelming.
SAF: I know, I hate to throw a young lad like yourself into a big game like this and I know you’re not really up to the task but just try your best ok?
TK: I should be able to cope – do you realise I’m actually almost 28 years old?
SAF: I know that and I keep telling you – you’re full of potential. You’ll make a good keeper one day. But for now just try to catch the bloody ball every now and again and if you can’t catch it, stop it with your head, god knows it’s big enough. Right, that’s the keeper sorted. Now. Defenders. Gary, how’s your knee?
Gary Neville: Oh, not bad boss. The doctor said it should be good as new in a couple of years.
SAF: Ahh, that’s grand, lad. Is there anything I can do to help? A new contract maybe?
GN: That’d be nice boss. Me and the missus have just got the planning permission for the extension we want to build and we could use the extra money.
SAF: An extension? Which side of the house are you extending?
GN: Well, all of them actually, boss. We’ve bought the village.
SAF: Good for you, son. Have them neighbours been complaining again?
GN: Yeah. First they didn’t like my hedges and now they’re complaining about the 60 foot high neon Manchester United Crest I have had installed on the roof.
SAF: Nosey buggers. Why don’t they just mind their own bloody business?
GN: Well, that’s what I said. Anyway, it’s sorted now.
SAF: Good. How is your lovely lady wife by the way?
GN: Oh, she’s fine thanks, boss. Actually, that reminds me. Here, she baked you a cake. It’s carrot cake. Your favourite.
[Hands Sir Alex a cake]
SAF: Oh lovely. Tell her I said ‘Thank You’ won’t you, son? We can have a bit of this over a cup of tea when we discuss your contract later. Come up to my office after the match, ok?
GN: Will do, boss.
SAF: You see that everyone? Gary brings me cake. All I get from most of you lot is bloody earache. Gary’s a manager’s dream and has never needed an agent in his life! Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. Fabio. You’re playing right back.
Rafael Da Silva: I’m Rafael, boss.
SAF: Are you? Oh, right, well Rafael, you’re right back, then.
RDS: Okay, boss.
SAF: Rio, what’s the score with your injury nowadays?
Rio Ferdinand: I is still injured, technically.
SAF: Technically? What the hell is that supposed to mean?
RF: Well, I is researching a role I have given myself in a new film I is producing where I play an injured footballer. It’s called ‘Method Acting’, boss.
SAF: Oh right. This new film. Is it any good cos that last one was a bag of shite.
Gary Neville, laughing: Haha, good one boss.
RF: Well, I is producing, directing and starring in it so it bloody well should be ‘cos I is awesome.
SAF: Hmm… no doubt it will start out well and show lots of promise before losing the plot completely and petering out to a rather anticlimactic ending, then.
Gary Neville, laughing hysterically, holding his sides: Stop it boss, you’re killing me. Hahahaha.
SAF: Anyway. Vidic? [Looking around] Has anyone seen Vidic?
Ryan Giggs: He’s had to go shopping, boss.
SAF: Shopping? We’re about to kick off a massive game and he’s off out shopping?
RG: It’s for his wife, boss. He’s gone to buy her another woolly jumper. She says she’s still cold.
SAF: Cold? It’s bloody boiling out there. Anyway, isn’t she from Serbia? You’d have thought she’d be used to a bit of cold.
RG: Well, yes, boss but from what he was saying, she’s really laying it on thick recently. She was looking at houses on the Internet the other day… in Madrid.
SAF: Madrid? Real bloody Madrid!?? I wouldn’t sell a virus to that mob!
RG: What about a Vidic?
SAF: What? Oh aye. They can have him. I was talking about viruses. I wouldn’t sell them a virus. I thought I made myself perfectly clear last time I said it. Anyway, it looks like Wes and Jonny will have to cover in defence again. Wes, have you met Jonny?
Wes Brown: Of course, boss.
SAF: Well, try to bloody well look like it when you’re on the pitch will you? Oh and the pair of you, try not to let too many balls get to that shambles over there [nods in the direction of Tomasz Kuszczak].
TK: Cheers, boss.
SAF: Right. Well, that’s the defence sorted. Evra, you’re playing again obviously, son.
Patrice Evra: That’s great boss. No problem. Can I just mention, however, that this is the 429th successive game that I have now played in?
SAF: And your point is?
PE: Well, I’m feeling a little tired.
SAF, putting on a whiney baby voice: Oooo, I’m feewing a wickle tired, boo hoo. Grow up lad. Gary, how many games have you played in the last two seasons?
GN: Three, boss.
SAF: There you go. Gary has played THREE games in the last two seasons and he’s twice your age and his legs are knackered but you don’t hear him complain do you? So get over yourself, get your boots on and run up and down that wing like your career depends on it, which incidentally, it does. Bloody foreigners. I knew I shouldn’t have let Denis retire. I never got this kind of crap off him. Right. That’s the defence sorted. Bloody hell, I’m good at this management lark. It’s like second nature to me. OK. Now for the midfield. Ronnie, you’re on the right.
RG: Erm… boss?
SAF: Yes Ryan?
RG: Ronnie’s not here anymore. You sold him in the summer, remember? You’ve been seeing that special doctor ever since? The one who’s helping you to get over it?
SAF, fighting back a tear: That’s right. You’re right Ryan. He’s gone. We just have to soldier on without him. It’s coming back to me now. I sold him for £80 Million and bought Valencia for £17 million didn’t I?
RG: That’s right, boss.
SAF: [breaks down into uncontrollable tears]
RG: There, there boss. Tony’s a decent player. Always looks up before playing a cross. He’s got bags of pace and can get behind a defender.
SAF: I know but Ronnie was gorgeous. Where did the other £63 Million go by the way?
RG: That’s what we’d all like to know, boss, but that’s another story. [Looks over to Valencia]. Don’t worry about it Tony. He gets like this now and again. You just carry on doing what you’re doing. I remember when I first started…
[Yawns from around the room]
SAF: Aye, don’t go on about all that again, you’re starting to sound more and more like Bobby bloody Charlton every day. Right. Tony, you’re on the right. Oh and if you score, you have my permission to smile, ok? What are your pearlies like anyway?
[Antonio Valencia opens his mouth in a wide grin to reveal rotten, black stumpy teeth]
SAF: On second thoughts, you’d better keep your mouth shut. There’ll be bairns watching. Okay, now we need someone to play on the left.
Zoran Tosic: Boss?
[SAF pauses and looks around the room as if he heard something]
SAF: Sorry lads, I thought I heard something then. Nani, you can play on the left can’t you?
Nani: Well, yes, but I do prefer to play on the right really.
SAF: The right? Are you mad? You can’t play on the right! You never played on the right!
Nani: You never gave me the chance, boss. Ronaldo always got the nod.
SAF: Don’t you dare speak his name! You’re not fit to kiss his beautifully balanced feet! We only bought you because someone said you were the left-sided Ronaldo. That’s the last time I buy someone after watching a Youtube video. How old are you son?
Nani: I’m 23, boss.
SAF: Right. Well in that case, I was doing this job when you were wearing nappies and judging by the way you went down after that defender breathed on you last week, you’re still wearing the bloody things.
GN, laughing out loud: Hahaha, good one, boss.
SAF: Make no mistake about it, son, I’d sell you like that [clicks his fingers] but the only offers you’ve been getting are from Canal Street. You’ve put me in a bad mood now. Park? You’re playing on the left today, ok?
Ji-Sung Park: Ok, boss.
Zoran Tosic: I can play on the left, Boss.
SAF: Can anyone else hear that? [Shakes his head]. I don’t know. I think I’ll have to go and see my doctor again, I’m sure I’ve got bloody tinnitus. Right. Now here’s the tough part, this is where I earn my corn. This is where the real tough team selection decisions have to be made. I want to keep things tight in the middle of the park but we also need to remember that the idea of the game is to score a goal so with that in mind, Scholesy, how many times have you scored this season?
Paul Scholes: That’s a bit personal isn’t it boss?
RG: He means goals, Paul.
PS: Oh right. Erm… three, I think. What comes after two?
SAF: Three, Paul. Yes, I think you’re right. You’ve banged in a grand total of three goals this season. Not exactly brilliant that is it Paul?
PS: Well, I did try to tell you about six years ago that I don’t enjoy playing football much anymore and that I want to retire but you won’t let me.
SAF: There’s no such word as retire Paul. What would you do with yourself if you retired? Have you thought about that?
PS: Well, yes boss. I think I would spend time with my wife and kids.
SAF: Wife and kids?! What the hell are those? You’re a footballer Paul. You were born to kick that ball. You were born to play in the Theatre of Dreams in front of 70,000 adoring fans. Think back Paul when you were a boy. What did you want to do when you grew up?
PS: I wanted to be a footballer, boss.
SAF: That’s right. A footballer. Not “a father”, not “a husband”. A footballer. Don’t you forget that, lad.
PS: I know boss but things change, priorities change. I love my family. I love my home.
SAF: This is your home, Paul, this is your home. We are your family.
PS: I wish I’d signed for Oldham.
SAF: I’ll ignore that. Anyway, you’re playing today. I want you to ping those forty yarders about with contemptuous ease. Can you do that for me Paul?
PS: Sure.
SAF: Oh, and if you feel like making a tackle, count to ten first ok?
PS: Is that the one after three?
SAF: Nevermind. Right. Fletch, I want you to play in the middle alongside Scholesy ok?
Darren Fletcher: OK, dad.
SAF: Just play your normal game. If you can’t play the man, try to play the ball. Right Wayne. You’re up front but I want you to play slightly to the left, ok?
Wayne Rooney: Ok. How far left?
SAF: The touchline.
WR: The touchline?
SAF: Yeah, it’s a new tactic I want to try out. We play you out on the left where you have no chance of scoring.
WR: And?
SAF: And what? It’s bloody genius. I thought of it myself.
WR: I don’t get it.
SAF: Well, son. You’ve not got 40 years of management behind you, have you? I wouldn’t expect you to fully comprehend the subtle nuances of the tactic. You’ll just have to trust me. You do trust me don’t you, son?
WR: Of course boss.
SAF: That’s my boy. Remember what I said to you when you very first arrived? What did I say to you?
WR: That you’d turn me into the best player in the world, boss.
SAF: And what did I do?
WR: You turned Ronaldo into the best player in the world, boss.
SAF: Oooo… someone’s touchy today aren’t they? You getting enough sleep? Is that baby of yours keeping you up at night? Try a wee drop of whisky in his bottle [winks conspiratorially at Rooney].
WR: But boss. I don’t understand. Why the left?
SAF, looking a bit flustered: Look, you know I don’t rate Park but we have to play him, do you realise how many shirts that lad shifts in Asia? I need you to provide a bit of cover for him over there, understand?
WR: Why don’t you just play Tosic? He’s a left winger.
SAF: Never heard of him. Right. Berby? Berby! Can someone wake him up please?
[GN runs over and pokes Berby in the ribs]
Dimitar Berbatov: What is it boss?
SAF: We’ve got a game in ten minutes and you’re playing.
DB: Awww, give me a break boss. I’m knackered. Didn’t we play one last week? Has anyone seen my fags by the way?
SAF: Berby! Shut up and listen! I’m going to be playing you up front with Wayne who will be on the left.
DB: Hmm… not exactly up front then is he?
SAF: Of course he is, he’s supporting you… from the left.
DB: But I play better with Wayne directly alongside me. Bam bam bam. Quick little passes. Goal.
SAF: Berby, with all due respect son, having paid £30 Million for you, I would expect you to be able to play alongside Ronald bloody McDonald and still score thirty goals a season.
DB: But why is Wayne out on the left?
SAF: Look, I have explained the situation thoroughly to Wayne already and had you not been asleep, you would have heard it all. We don’t have time to go through it all again now. The match kicks off in two minutes. I just have enough time to go through my subs. Michael you’re on the bench.
Michael Owen: That’s fine but can I ask why I am on the bench? I scored a hat-trick last weekend.
SAF: Come on Michael. You’re no spring chicken. You’ve been around the block a few times. You should know by now, it’s called squad rotation. Welcome to the 21st century. I know you’re a scouser but it isn’t nineteen bloody eighty five anymore you know.
[GN rolls on the floor laughing]
SAF: Gabriel Obertan. Bloody hell, son. What kind of name is that? Did your parents give it to you? Bit of a mouthful, isn’t it? Do you mind if I call you Squidward for short?
Gabriel Obertan: Why Squidward, boss?
SAF: No reason. Anyway, you’re on the bench. I’ll probably bring you on with five minutes to go when we’re losing 1-0 and then blame it on you for not being as good as we were led to believe you were. Now, who have we got left? You lad? What’s your name?
ZT: Zoran Tosic, boss.
SAF: When did you arrive?
ZT: About a year ago, boss.
SAF: And what do you do?
ZT: I play on the left, boss.
SAF: Do you really? Well, get those gloves on. We need a stand-by keeper. Come on lads. Let’s show these amateurs how the big boys do it!