Thursday, October 22, 2009

Losers.com

For some strange reason, one of the 2 sides who played just minutes ago, both with Bwin.com as their shirt sponsors, was allowed to play with their original sponsor logo on their shirt. So instead of allowing one of the sides to have no logo on their shirts like Madrid in Zurich, Bwin.com came up with the clever idea of making one of the teams play with Win.com. And as the visitors (or perhaps the less illustrious, glamorous of the 2 teams), Milan played with Win.com on their shirts. And win they did. We on the other hand, should change our team's shirt logo to Losers.com. Because that's how we played. Like Losers.
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Yes, yes, yes. We started the game well with Raul scoring off a Dida howler. By the time the 2nd half started, we had 13 shots, 6 of them on goal (I think) to a measely 3 shots from Milan. We had controlled the tempo of the game, kept them on their heels, and seemed to be headed for what I like to call a 'character win'.... a win the manifests that the team has spine, one that is obtained against a team of high standing and equal measure of character and pride.... A win that not necessarily defined by a lots of goals or spectacular play, but one that is forged by grinding, scraping and fighting one trench at a time. Perhaps a 1-0. So I didn't mind the profligacy in front of goal... It doesn't matter that Zambrotta had twice given us legitimate reason to call for a penalty: the first for bringing down the for-some-reason-hapless Benzema in the box, and the second for sticking his elbow out to deflect Ramos' cross into the box.
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I just contented myself that we had it in us to punish them for an elementary mistake and controlled the game in a way that made me feel (in the first half at least) that we had it in us to walk out of there with that 1-0. That very simple scoreline and memory of that game that we controlled them start to finish and calmly let the game go by with a lead as thin as a strand of hair. One vertical stroke of the pen: One. One-nil.
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What the fuck was I thinking???
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Perhaps it was because I had expected Milan to fly off the dressing room with a seige of our goal, which didn't take place? Perhaps it was because we were headed off to the hour mark and I saw Diarra warming up and thinking that I was happy to see him get more playing time to settle with the team. Heck, Drenthe was warming up too!
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But against the run of play, against all odds, the one man capable of scoring such a freak goal from such distance, Andrea Pirlo (who had completely failed to take control of the game) managed to score one. And then, we shit in our pants. Fuck: Madridistas should stop talking about Barca's Cagometro (crap-your-pants-o-meter) at the Camp Nou. Because the Bernabeu too should have its own Cagometro: and a big one at that. We lost all character, all spine, all fight.
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And in a few minutes of madness, we conceded 2 goals, maybe 3 (I watched the match on a Chinese stream and cannot manage to understand why Thiago Silva's headed goal off the corner was disallowed). It was a collapse so bad that it eclipsed something that would actually make me really happy: Pellegrini's brilliant decision to introduce Drenthe as an attacking midfielder /winger, who re-paid the faith given to him with a well-taken goal and some great runs and touches.
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Once again, we have failed a character test. Sure, we can beat the Tenerifes, Valladolids & Xerez's out there while scoring 3, 4, 5 goals. But if we fail against the Sevillas and Milans... at the moment, I wish to ask: are we anything more than a merely a bunch of spineless, overpaid, marketing-on-steroids, publicily gluttons?
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Maybe we should really change our shirt sponsors to Losers.com

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