lundi 30 juin 2008

Futbol : consistency, Brazilian-style.

Fluminense, one of Rio de Janeiro's historic teams, is playing -and so far losing- the final of South American Copa de Libertadores versus an club from Quito, Ecuador.

Fluminense is also dead last in the current standing of Brazilian Premier League.

Why not ?

(PM)

Formula 1 : the truth about Mosley ?

One question remains unanswered in the Mosley saga : how can you need prostitutes to fulfil your sado-masochistic fantasies, when you already have Bernie Ecclestone ?

To warm up, maybe ?

(PM)

Futbol and soccer : the overrated Mr. Scolari.

Talent is the ability to money one success into a full career.

What did Luis Felipe Scolari win ? One World Cup. Not with Greece. With Brazil. Given a dream team cast, he extracted a sub-par performance out of them.

Where, then, did he take Portugal ? Into the wall. 3 times : 2 Euros, including one at home (when you lose twice in two weeks to Greece, you may not blame it on surprise or bad luck), and one World Cup.

His legacy: behave like thugs in defeat. True, he had apt pupils.

What to expect from his Chelsea jig ? A rich severance package before season end. Unlike Mourinho and Benitez, Scolari is the old-fashioned and hot-tempered Latin type. Watch him on the side-lines, he does not even wear a suit.

Do not hold your breath for above-average foreign language skills, either : zero communications with the cheque-signing Tzar, the tickets-buying Brits and the high-rolling world pudding workforce are guaranteed.

What if Chelsea actually wins the Premier League, the FA Cup, the Champions' League ? Money eventually talks; players coach themselves ; Adam Grant would have achieved as much, had he started last season in charge.

(PM)

Quand l'individualité rattrape le collectif

Lors du match d'hier, la pauvreté technique individuelle des joueurs allemands est apparue au grand jour. Déjà remarquée lors d'une demi finale en 2006, contre des Italiens très en jambe, elle a ''inondé'' l'écran hier. Ce festival de contrôles approximatifs et de passes et centres mal dosés a fini par coûter le match à l'équipe allemande pourtant intelligemment placée sur le terrain.
Mais que dire du ''travail'' du dernier défenseur (?) allemand, Lahm le bien nommé pour le coup(lahm signifiant paralysé en allemand), sur le but espagnol? Un peu comme de l'invraisemblable bourde du gardien Cech contre la Turquie... Le collectif peut être ''tué'' par la simple erreur individuelle d'un acteur du match. C'est plutôt une bonne nouvelle.
Mauvaise nouvelle en revanche; une faute individuelle, en l'occurence celle de l'arbitre qui a ''omis'' de siffler un pénalty indiscutable (la balle touche le pied puis, à la suite d'un contrôle foireux, la main de Joan Capdevilla dans la surface) pour l'Allemagne alors que le score était 0-0, a grandement influé sur le match. Or si l'arbitre ''fait partie du jeu'', ce ne devrait être que comme acteur indirect. Certes, la loi de la compensation a évité à Lehman un retour précipité au vestiaire (il touche, très nettement en dehors de sa surface, un ballon de la main en seconde mi-temps), mais le foot, plus que peut-être tout autre sport collectif, est un sport de ''moments'' et ''d'occasions'' ou comme dans le match d'hier, de ''moment'' ou ''d'occasion''.
Et donc deux erreurs individuelles, plus une flopée d'approximations techniques, ont scellé le match d'hier.
Cela dit, le ''beau jeu'' l'a emporté sur le ''laid jeu'', et c'est tant mieux; ça nous change de l'Euro 2004.
(G.E.)

dimanche 29 juin 2008

Euro 2008 : beaucoup de "picadores", un "matador".

Les joueurs espagnols ne sont sans doute pas amateurs de corrida, à part Fernando Torres.

Il a marqué un but plus qu'improbable (il fallait un ego surdimensionné pour courir après ce ballon promis à des pieds ou des bras allemands), ses partenaires ont ensuite refusé de tuer le match (on n'ose les taxer d'impuissance).

Pour le prochain titre de l'Espagne, notez-le dans vos tablettes, ce sera 2052.

(PM)

Euro 2008 : globalisation (suite et fin, pour l'instant).

Même la Mannshaft n'est plus vraiment la Mannschaft : faire entrer un Mario Gomez pour tenter d'égaliser contre l'Espagne en final du championnat d'Europe, que terrible aveu...

Même le sélectionneur national a un petit air de minet français des années 70 : Herbert Léonard ou Hervé Vilar, vous ne trouvez pas ?

Les vraies valeurs allemandes vivent en exil en Grèce, la mère patrie va-t-elle les ramener zu Hause ?

(PM)

samedi 28 juin 2008

Tennis : Quebec's and Poland's losses, Denmark's win.

Quebec tennis player Aleksandra Wozniak won her first round match in Wimbledon, only to be ousted in the second round in 46 tactless minutes on the equally tactless score of 6-1, 6-1, by Caroline... Wozniacki.

Despite her name, Wozniacki is not also a Quebecker.

She is, instead, Danish.

Wozniak and Wozniacki are not related, but are friends. Really ? Still ?

(PM)

Golf : the gospel according to Tiger.

Shortly before the US Golf Open, Tiger Woods held a press conference and told the attendants he had fully recovered from his knee arthroscopy and was in perfect physical shape.

The attendants dutifully reported the news.

Right after his US Open victory, Tiger Woods informed the press he had played the tournament against medical advice, as he was suffering from a double stress fracture in one leg and a torn ligament in one knee.

The journalists again dutifully reported the Tiger's gospel : none complained to have been fed Tigershit only a few days before, none apparently feared they could have been fed some more, none, in any case, felt the need to add a "disclaimer" and protect their reputation in case the information turned out to be, once again, false.

How limitless the faith of true believers.

(PM)

dimanche 22 juin 2008

Euro 2008 : lost in body language translation.

So much for body language.

Against Italy, Spanish penalty kickers looked so pale and distressed one feared they would faint before reaching the ball. They nevertheless prevailed.

True, De Natale did not look that well either, even before his missed -or blocked- attempt.

(PM)

Euro 2008 : happily ever after.

A last one for the road, Raymond.

A -male- journalist from Québec wrote Raymond Domenech had "la tête bouclée d'un poète et le regard ténébreux d'un philosophe".

When Domenech practised his poetry on football grounds, he made Matereazzi look like a choir boy.

I he is a philosopher, my name is Hegel.

For a French, living in Montreal offers substantial advantages, including a fairly recent one : you are sheltered from the increasingly public love (?) lives of Gallic celebrity couples.

Montreal was only marginally affected by the "We'll always have Disneyland Paris" Bruni/Sarkozy tsunami.

Similarly, Montrealers were spared when Raymond Domenech, still high from his team's elimination -and maybe other products-, apparently proposed to his long-time girlfriend during the post game meet with the press.

We are left to imagine the scene and the graying, vaguely haggard lover, standing -or sitting?- before the traditional wallpaper of sponsor names.

Raymond Domenech is not only a poet-philosopher, he is also a man of exquisite taste.

(PM)

NHL/LNH : le Capitole ou la Roche tarpéienne ?

Tanguay, maybe Sundin. Interesting.

Bob Gainey's Canadien suddenly gets into high gear and increases the stakes to make it 25 Stanley Cups for the team's 100th anniversary.

The little team that -nearly- could may sson become the big one that must. Not quite the same puck game.

Le Canadien could only pleasantly surprise in a zero pressure (notwithstanding any claim to the contrary by the local media who love to think they scare away half the NHL roster), it may, starting in three months, be required to succeed at all cost.

Will the team raise to the occasion or collapse under the challenge ?

In his first coaching year, Carbonneau was pathetic -he admitted so much- at handling the changing room.

Year 2 was a definite improvement.

What about year 3, with bigger names, bigger egos, bigger expectations ?

No more Mr. Canadien nice guy, it is time for Real-hockey-Politik : instead of an offer, Mark Streit shall do with a courtesy meet where Bob Gainey will politely show him the door : "bugger off and thanks for the help, it is no longer Kindergarten here."

Le Canadien is bound for "le Capitole ou la Roche tarpéienne", as the old Romans from Montréal used to say on the way to the Forum.

(PM)

Deuxième, c'est mieux que premier.

Je parle de foot et du championnat d'Europe des nations. La Croatie, le Portugal et les Pays-Bas, tous premiers de leur poule respective sont passés à la trappe dès que les choses sérieuses ont commencé. Tout à l'heure, l'Espagne, première de son groupe va croiser l'Italie, deuxième du sien. Je pense que l'Italie va une fois de plus s'en sortir. Qu'elle va torcher la Russie en demi finale pour nous rejouer la revanche de la coupe du monde 2006 contre l'Allemagne en finale. Cela ne me réjouit pas. Pour tout dire, dans le match de tout à l'heure, je préfèrerais qu'il y ait deux perdants. Je crains que cela ne soit pas possible dans le format actuel du foot.
Pourquoi deux perdants?
-Parce que les Espagnols, par la voix de leur entraineur, le regrettable Aragones, ont une fois de plus insulté leur prochain adversaire. La sortie de l'entraineur sus-mentionné sur Gattuso est inélégante et imbécile, et rappelle sa dernière sortie sur Zidane lors de la coupe du Monde 2006.
-Parce que les Italiens sont de plus élégants perdants que gagnants. Et parce que leur football est une vraie purge. Moins que celui des Français, mais au moins eux, on ne les verra plus.
(G.E.)

Dieu est-il turc?

Oui!
(G.E.)

Du bon uage de la publicité

Je fais partie de ceux que fatiguent les interruptions publicitaires lors de retransmissions et émissions télévisuelles. Certains les appellent des pauses publicitaires; je ne peux me résoudre à qualifier d'aussi neutre façon ce viol de mon ''espace cerveau disponible'', comme dirait Patrick Le Lay. Néanmoins, on peut esquisser une typologie du spectateur moyen en regardant de plus près ces intempestives, pour qui paie un abonnement au cable, plages promotionnelles.
-Finale de la Coupe Stanley, matraquage des produits suivants: Bierre-Junk Food-Bagnoles.
-Grands Prix, courses et essais: Bierre-Bagnoles-Viagra.
-Foot, championnat d'Europe: Bagnoles-Téléphonie, et notamment appels à l'étranger-Bierre.
J'aime bien la présence du Viagra pour les Grands Prix, et de la téléphonie pour le championnat d'Europe de foot. Mais c'est à la présence, massive, du Junk que l'on voie que le hockey est notre sport national.
(G.E.)

samedi 21 juin 2008

Euro 2008 : dumb and dumber...

Too easy to take shots at national coaches ? Sure, but the bad treatment they incur is the only possible justification for their wages.

No need to be fluent in soccer to call Domenech a "fraud" : even Canadian journalists (Globe and Mail) do.

"The Times" seems to find him a bit slow-witted : a perfidious British understatement.

Ten years ago, Aimé Jaquet demonstrated you could be perfectly dumb and nevertheless passable enough a coach to win the World Cup.

French soccer big wigs mistakenly concluded that you had to be dumb to have a chance to win a title and that the dumber, the better the chances ; hence : Lemerre, Santini, Domenech...

The stratyegy sometimes worked, sometimes nearly did, sometimes bombed.

For a simple reason : with preciously few exceptions (an unlikely genius; a dumber act than Lemerre and Domenech put together), national coaches do not matter.

Could we therefore, for a change, hire somebody reasonably articulate and pleasant, rather than the usual source of domestic and international embarrassment ?

Why not a woman, provided she is not the soon-to-be Ms. Domenech ?

(PM)

Euro 2008 : the grass is always greener ?

Is this tournament really played on grass ?

Looks like the cows did not leave much for the players.

(PM)

jeudi 19 juin 2008

Plus ça change, et plus...

Je n'ai vu que quelques minutes du match, Allemagne-Portugal, qui vient de s'achever. Mais un constat s'impose: le football et la passe à dix ne sont pas un seul et même jeu. Les portugais, rois de la passe à dix depuis au moins 15 ans, n'ont jamais rien gagné. Et ne gagneront pas encore cette année. Les allemands, beaucoup moins artistiques que leurs adversaires du jour, restent en course. Finalement, c'est un sport complet, le foot. Jambes et tête.
(G.E.)

mercredi 18 juin 2008

Golf : the hair of the Tiger.

He seems to be losing it. Does he not ?

Embarrassing. What will his sponsors say ? Worse, what will he say if he turns out to be the Sanson type ?

Anybody can win with a bad knee, but without hair -especially hot one- ?

(PM)

Golf : the knee of the Tiger.

Like everything "Tigerish", Woods's knee is to be revered. Since last weekend, as the euqal of Achilles's heel or Cleopatra's nose

The Tiger's US Open knee antics were nevertheless painfully -no pun- remindful of the notorious muscle cramps too often called to the rescue by tennis players in search of a lethal weapon : after all, his cramps won Michael Chang a French tennis open versus a perplexed, then angry, eventually beaten Lendl.

Considering the tournament was won after 19 extra holes, it is not that far-fetched to believe Woods's knee acting help Mediate miss at least once and cost him the title.

It was no acting and the Tiger truly hurt ? Then, he should have been a better actor and hidden it. Contrary to Chang, Woods has proved he could win Majors without knee trouble or muscle spasms.

(PM)

Golf : the eye of the Tiger.

As he shook hands with Phil Mickelson at the end of the US Open second round, Tiger Woods gave him a look which was everything but benevolent.

Once more, it worked : Mickelson was scared and intimidated out of contention, like all the supposed golf big wigs when comes Major time.

A Woods-Mediate play-off at the US Open ? Why not a 5th set tie-breaker in a Flushing Meadows final between Federer and Canadian veteran Niemeyer ?

(PM)

mardi 17 juin 2008

Lakers/Celtics Game 6 tonight!

Big insight:  the key to tonight's game is.... Sam Cassell.  Will he play the second half?

After years of being part of the loyal and beaten few who follow the Clippers, I can tell you that Sam Cassell does not make the same shots in the second half that he does in the first.  Sam has a tendency to chuck.  He just thows that ball up there somewhere in the vicinity of the basket and maybe he's hoping it will go in, maybe he's doing something else.  Who can say?  It reminds me of Walt Frazer of the Knicks in those Golden Days of Yore.  Walt would run the clock down, go one on one against, say, Earl Monroe of Baltimore while the Knicks would clear out and Walt would put that ball up there with seconds to go ... and miss.  But since he was "Clyde," and made all those cool moves trying to penetrate but was forced to shoot from outside because of good "D," he was still - somehow - cool.  Maybe it was because  he made it look like that was what he intended to do all along, only the ball just didn't fall.  He'll make it next time, his body language said as he strutted with his towel to the locker room.  And he would, more often than not - at least, according to my childhood memory.

Anyway, if Cassell plays in Part II, there will be a 7th game.  Count those three pointers and 17 foot jumpers sailing past the rim.

WF


Euro 08 : Domenech's relief.

Raymond Domenech's major concern before France-Italy was that the Netherlands B Team might let Romania escape with the victory and thus bury both The Azzuri and Les Bleus.

The Dutch victory no doubt came as a relief to the French coach (still?). Too bad there were a couple of small French glitches against Italy.

Not to mention that Donadoni has a much better tailor than Domenech (event though the French coach "s'en est fait tailler quelques-uns durant la compétition, sans mentionner la veste -et demie?- qu'il s'est pris).

(PM)

lundi 16 juin 2008

Anyone make it through the Celtics/Lakers game last night?

This has not been great basketball.  I, and everyone I spoke to in Los Angeles, anticipated a fantastic, break-out Kobe night.  Picking up snacks at five was a breeze:  stores were empty since the game began at 6.  Yet midway through the first quarter in which Kobe knocked down four 3-pointers as easy as that,  all four of my sons were outside shooting hoops, while I was loading the washing machine.  Even die-hard Lakers fans (which, admittedly my family is not) are having trouble sitting through these games.

We did ultimately gather round for the last quarter.  The sun was setting (the court has no lights)  and there's not much you can do once you've loaded a wash (I think).  And we watched Kobe not get called for obvious fouls...  Sasha Vujacic show his poor character over and over... Phil Jackson offer less than inspiration...  court side analysis drone on and on... and the same commercial break play again and again and again...  The only Laker we ended up liking was Derek Fisher, who played like the game was important to him.  And our favorite play ended up being a sleazy Sam Cassell toss up, an attempt to draw a foul that somehow -- through no effort on Sam's part -- went in.  

WF

Ah bon?

Quand j'ai entendu, ce matin sur Radio Can', chanter les louanges à Tiger Woods, j'ai cru qu'il avait gagné. Naïvement, dirais-je. Et bien non. Il n'était que premier ex-aequo, et un tie-break doit être joué aujourd'hui. J'ignore contre qui, car si l'on a loué Tiger, ''l'autre'', qui ne doit pas si mal jouer au golf, est resté anonyme. Mais après tout, je m'en moque un peu; et parler de golf sur un blog se parfumant du nom de ''the global sports amateur'' me semble légèrement hors sujet.
(G.E.)

dimanche 15 juin 2008

A blog is born : the Montreal Sports Amateur turns Global.

"The Montreal Sports Amateur" becomes "The Global Sports Amateur" with immediate effect, as Luxemburg-based (by way of Sweden and Brazil) Krister Olson and Los Angeles-based (by way of New York and Paris) William Flicker join -and double the size of- its editorial staff.

All new contributions shall be posted at the present address :

http://theglobalsportsamateur.blogspot.com/

while previous ones will remain available at :

http://montrealsportsamateur.blogspot.com/

Pass the word, and a hearty welcome to our new contributors.

(PM)