7.11.2006

"Son of a Terrorist Whore"

Details are starting to emerge about just what prompted Zidane to viciously headbutt Italian player Materazzi in Sunday's World Cup Final. Two UK newspapers, The Daily Mail and the Times, employed lip readers to determine the nature of the words exchanged on the pitch between Zidane and Materazzi during the game. Evidently, while Materazzi was holding Zidane away from the ball, he taunted the French star by saying, "Hold on, wait, that one's not for a nigger like you." (Zidane is of mixed French and Algerian heritage.) Soon after, Materazzi continued with his slurs, saying, "We all know you are the son of a terrorist whore. So just fuck off."

For Materazzi's part, he claims he was only responding to an arrogant staredown and snide comment from Zidane beforehand.

I don't particularly care what was said between the two players (though Materazzi's comments, if those were his actual words, are beneath contempt) because the resulting effect on the game was to diminish the athletic challenge that is the nature of the World Cup itself. It also, needless to say, diminishes the players and demonstrates a weakness in their professionalism. Trash talking is part of any sport (anyone who has ever played Monopoly with me will attest to this), and one would think a player of Zidane's experience would be able to channel his anger at Materazzi, however justified, into his game rather than Materazzi's chest. Materazzi, in successfully baiting a French player who would certainly have been a danger to Italy in the PK round, has shown himself to be a savvy practitioner of foul-drawing, leading an opponent to commit a greivous mistake in the crucial final moments of overtime. Materazzi may or may not be a bigoted asshole, but he's certainly an asshole. But, then, isn't that part of being a professional athlete on the field?

On a somewhat related note, here's a look at some of the front pages of Italian and French newspapers on the day after the Final (via kottke.org).

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Speaking of harrowing incidents, two of my blogging chums have witnessed some disturbing events recently. Schrand, the maestro of Chronicle West, observed two city workers blatantly dumping a brain-damaging toxic substance into a canal that empties into a local creek. We hear about this kind of thing all the time, but Schrand's outraged eyewitness account is a reminder of all the other environmental crimes that we either don't see or choose to ignore.

Indelible Soul reports on another classic American pastime: the SWAT team invasion of a neighborhood where some troubled loner with a gun has barricaded himself and his family in their home. The fun begins, appropriately enough, on the eve of Independence Day.

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On a lighter note, check out these awesome t-shirts.

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7.09.2006

The Not-So-Beautiful Game


Zinedine Zidane, one of the world's best players, ends his career in disgrace during the final minutes of the 2nd overtime in the World Cup Final. In so doing, France loses one of its most reliable PK strikers during the final shootout. Zidane's brutality was worthy of an English player and will forever taint his career. Kids, this is not the way to win the Cup.

According to the NYT live blog of the game, Zidane may have had his nipple tweaked by his Italian opponent, Materazzi:

Materazzi reached around and twisted Zidane’s nipple! That’s what got Zidane so steamed! Materazzi tricked Zidane! Or so it seems from the replay. Can’t be totally sure though.

If so, this marks another brilliant perversion of the game by Italy, a team that, it must be said, took full advantage of every opportunity it got in this Cup. Even if those opportunities were sometimes on the shady side of fair play. But, to my mind, that kind of opportunism is part of the Game, and my hat is off to Italia for knowing the game so well.

Zidane's maneuver is a sad capstone to a brilliant player's career and an entertaining and surprising tournament. It will be interesting to see how this plays out in the days to come.

In the meantime, I'm taking a break from TV for a while. My eyes have seen the glory of the 2006 World Cup, and now they are burning.

Viva Italia!

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6.28.2006

World Cup Final: Brazil 3, Germany 2

It's down to eight teams now in the tournament and, sadly, there are no real surprises in the quarterfinal line-ups. All the heavyweights are there: Germany, Brazil, Italy, Argentina, France, England. The only eyebrow raisers in the bunch are Portugal and Ukraine, but I don't expect either of them to advance.

I was saddened by the losses of Australia and Ghana, both of whom outplayed their opponents in the Round of 16. Ghana's 0-3 loss to Brazil was perhaps inevitable, but Ghana remained an entertaining and creative team until the end. Brazil played lazily, almost non-committedly, seeming content to literally walk around until the ball popped into view. Though it was the game that marked Ronaldo's record-breaking goal, it was Ghana that put in the more worthy performance. They will be a strong contender in 2010's South African games.

Australia played well against Italy, and really only lost because of what can only be called a brilliantly timed dive in the final seconds of stoppage time. I'm generally not a fan of players or teams who make the dive part of their gaming strategy (hello--or rather, goodbye--Paraguay), but Grosso's fall was the genius mark of a World Cup professional. Check out this defense of the dive by Austin Kelley for Slate, for an interesting argument (with which I strongly disagree).

I would have much rather seen Australia advance, if only to bring some fresh meat into the quarters, but it looks as if this will be another Cup dominated by European and South American teams. Ho-hum.

In other news, the backlash against the inane ESPN/ABC presentations is well underway. The NYT World Cup blog has posted a good article on the failure of North American broadcasters to field knowledgeable commentators and their annoying tendency to flash on-screen graphics that block the action. The comments on the post are pretty fun to read, too. In a recent letter to The Economist, my new favorite newsweekly magazine, Kenneth Enright of Greenwich, Connecticut writes:

SIR – Until the rules of soccer change to allow time-outs, which can cause the final five minutes of an NFL game to last half an hour, advertisers will not sponsor matches and they will not be broadcast.

Clearly, our national broadcasters (and pretty much every recliner jockey in the US) have a lot yet to learn about futbol. Maybe they're just not intellectually prepared for the Beautiful Game, as Bryan Curtis argues.

Meanwhile, I'm having my Brazilian national flag pressed and ready for July 9. I think Germany will score the final goal in the World Cup, but it will be a futile stab at the dominating Brazilians. Auf Wiedersehen, Germany!

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6.22.2006

Dead Again



Take a good look at the men at the left and right in this photo. These are the two guys who were supposed to save US soccer and advance the USA national team into the Round of 16. Instead, after today's demoralizing result against Ghana--Ghana!--the USA is, once again, heading home without a single victory in World Cup competition.

It's clear from today's result that a lot has to change in the structure of US Soccer. For one thing, it's time for Bruce Arena to find a new line of work. His reliance on tired formations and fond memories of former star players against world-class heavyweights like Italy (not to mention berating his players by name at post-game press conferences) is an indication that this man is out of ideas. He should be fired.

Anyone remember Landon Donovan? The Great White Hope of US Soccer and Golden Boy of MLS? If anyone is still willing to speak the name of this overhyped starter after today's game, it will have to be accompanied by a sad head shake or (my choice) a well-placed gob spat in contempt. It's clear that Donovan is not, and perhaps never will be, prepared for international competition. He's clearly a fish out of water at the World Cup level, having never scored a goal. Send him back to L.A. where he can enjoy the fruits of being a big, smelly fish in a small, fetid pond.

It was a good day for Australia, however, and an even better one for Ronaldo, who is now tied for the World Cup scoring record. There are a lot of great games ahead; the next one I'm looking forward to is Ghana's match-up with what seems like an unbeatable Brazilian team. No one expected Ghana to make it this far, but they've been playing some very stylish futbol. They will go out with dignity and true national glory, unlike our boys.

Anyway, please do me a favor and never speak the names Bruce Arena or Landon Donovan in my presence until the Cup is decided. And maybe not even after that. Those goats are dead to me now.

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