Friday, 27 June 2014

My Trip To The San Siro to See Milan vs Catania (April 13, 2014)

On the morning of the match, I woke up at my friend’s house in Parma lurching from the tortelli, raw
The ticket in
horsemeat (Parma specialty worth the pre-meal nerves), and the city’s monthly supply of gelato I had devoured the night before. On this particular morning I was about as charming as a cornered wolverine, unapologetically belligerent because I thought forces would conspire to keep me from the main feature of my trip. Like a normal, well-adjusted grown man, I put on my jersey as soon as I woke up, and had one foot out the door moments later. Keep in mind this was at 10 am, and the match was scheduled to start at 8:45 pm. Luckily, my patient Parmesan host explained the logistics to me at fifteen-minute intervals, reassuring me that we didn’t need to leave even at noon for Milan since the drive was only ninety minutes. I finally started to sit still around mid-afternoon.

When we did get to Milan it was about 7:20 pm, and the sun was starting to set. The weather was match-perfect, and we headed to the subway to make our way to the stadium. Coming out at the station closest to the San Siro, hawkers circled us, vainly trying to sell us fake Milan merchandise. By this time I was so determined to get to the stadium that they could have been trying to hack me down with chainsaws, and it wouldn’t have mattered—I would have still arrived, limbless but triumphant.

We got on the stadium shuttle bus finally, and I was surrounded by kindred spirits: men and women
The magnificent San Siro at dusk
in red and black colours who loved Milan, with their own narratives and reasons for doing so. I experienced the kind of spontaneous camaraderie that is sadly often absent these days at sanitized sporting venues, but one that all sports fans can attest to being a part of at some point in their lives. We lent our vocal chords to the service of the club we loved, chanting and singing, singing and chanting, until nothing, but everything, made sense.

And then it came upon us. We didn’t come upon it. No, it almost rolled onto us: the 80,000-seater Stadio San Siro. As I alighted from the bus, barely conscious of the crowd and my friend around me, the San Siro forced me to reckon with it, to come to terms with its monstrous totality. It wasn’t just that it stood poised like a huge castle in the distance that it looked so awesome, but also because so many memories I had of football were staged here. Yet, those memories in some ways had also been caged by the various dimensions of the various television sets I could watch them on over the years. Now, these memories were unleashed, as I made my way towards my imagination’s great amphitheatre.

To pick up my tickets, I met my contact in a small booth near the turnstiles. He turned up in all the right ways: on time, impeccably bronzed and coiffured, and impossibly ageless in the way that some Italians are. Luckily, he also had our tickets.

Making my way into the stadium, I felt like a child in a whale’s belly. There is no way around its sublimity: even if you see it in glimpses, the San Siro is arrogantly enormous. As I took my seat right before kick-off, a soft breeze carried the fans’ song from one corner of the stadium to the other, making willing participants of us all. With my frenetic heartbeat still unrelenting, I started to realize what I had finally accomplished: I was at the San Siro, sitting on the nearly best seat possible, supporting my beloved club in the flesh. That Milan won 1-0 through a well-taken Riccardo Montolivo goal was only just a detail by the end of the night.

Tuesday, 24 June 2014

A Comprehensive Italy Failure

Even the acrimony surrounding Claudio Marchisio's harsh red card and Luis Suarez's bite on Giorgio
Marchisio red...furious Italian players surround the referee  
Chiellini's shoulder will not distract from what was frankly an abysmal performance by Italy at this World Cup.  There is very little that is redeemable, and a lot that is regrettable.

After the victory against England, there was premature but palpable optimism of going all the way.  Given England's subsequent performances in their next group games, that optimism proved embarrassingly misplaced.  The English were the true whipping boys of the group, failing to gain even a consolation win against Costa Rica in their final game, and Italy's win against Roy Hodgson's charges in the opener signified very little.

Yet now with all the sums done, it is still hard to comprehend how Italy failed not only to record a victory over Costa Rica or Uruguay, but also to score against them in over three hours of play.

The failure is so comprehensive that it is difficult even to know where to start the inquest.  Cesare Prandelli resigned as coach right after the defeat, and so did federation president Giancarlo Abate.  Gianluigi Buffon and Andrea Pirlo have now played their last World Cup.  Daniele De Rossi is now thirty-one.  And the successors? Mattia De Sciglio, Marco Verratti and Lorenzo Insigne are all promising but are not yet world class.  This transition will be painful and will require a radical reimagining.

Buffon dubbed the exit as "deserved," while De Rossi said that "real men need to play in the national team, not Panini stickers or characters," referring to Mario Balotelli's most recent gag.  Sure, the latter's opinion was clunky in expression, but he was transparently frustrated at the lack of tenacity from players who were, we were told, fine-tuned for the occasion.

And we may as well talk about Balotelli, who ghosted in and out of the tournament, bristling and collapsing from the slightest touches.  There are no excuses to be made anymore for the less-than-super Mario.   His movement, his touches, and his conduct are absolutely unacceptable. 

There are only criticisms for Italy, unfortunately.  From the starters to the substitutes to the coach, this was a colossal failure.  Prandelli changed his line-up in all three games, but he made no impact.  His meddling was symptomatic more of panic than a plan. 

"I take responsibility for the failure of this technical project," said Prandelli with his usual disarming grace. Indeed, the project unraveled in the worst possible way in the Brazilian heat.  It was as if these players had not played with each other ever.  The project's failure will hopefully prompt the clubs to cooperate more with the national team coach, something that Prandelli had been demanding for a while.  For now, there is only uncertainty.

Given that Serie A is also struggling in Europe, the questions facing Italian football are complicated and innumerable.

Thursday, 19 June 2014

Italy's Cursed Second Game

Beat Costa Rica tomorrow and book a place in the round of sixteen.  Seems easy, but Italy over the
Ibra scores through a stupendous back-heel against Italy (Euro2004)
recent years have had a habit of dramatically self-destructing in their second group stage game.

Take World Cup 2002.  Italy had swept aside Ecuador in their opening fixture 2-0 with two blistering goals from Christian Vieri.  Against Croatia in the next game, a draw would have been an acceptable result.  It started well enough when Vieri (who else?) put Italy in the lead via a looping header.  However, scandalous refereeing that saw two perfectly good Italian goals ruled out and a spirited resurgence from Croatia ensured Italy lost 2-1.  Italy barely made it into the next round after Alessandro Del Piero salvaged a point against Mexico in the final group game and Ecuador unexpectedly beat Croatia.

Two years later, Euro2004 was to prove similarly tortuous.  Italy's first game against Denmark had ended 0-0, and they needed to beat Sweden to maintain some purchase on the group.  All seemed to be going to plan when Antonio Cassano headed them into the lead before half-time.  However, five minutes from time Zlatan Ibrahimovic scored a preternatural back-heel goal, which meant a 2-2 or higher score draw between Denmark and Sweden would render Italy's last group game against Bulgaria meaningless.  The 2-2 infamously materialized, and Italy were sent crashing out despite a 2-1 win over Bulgaria.

Even Italy's victorious World Cup 2006 campaign featured a farcical 1-1 draw against the United States.  Italy beat Ghana 2-0 in their opener but their second game against the United States encapsulated their schizophrenic nature perfectly.  After taking the lead through Alberto Gilardino, Italy magnificently collapsed.  First, Cristian Zaccardo scored an own-goal (the only goal Italy conceded from open play during the entire tournament) and then Daniele De Rossi decided to confirm the misery by elbowing Brian McBride and drawing blood and a red card.  Within minutes, Italy had squandered their advantage, and made their final group game against the Czech Republic much more complicated than necessary.

Though Italy started Euro2008 with a disastrous 3-0 loss to Holland, their second group stage game against Romania should have galvanized them.  However, they fumbled their way to a 1-1 draw, needing Gianluigi Buffon to save a penalty to keep them in the tournament.  In the next game, they defeated France 2-0 to go through, but could have avoided that do-or-die situation.

Italy's World Cup 2010 performance was a total shambles so is barely worth mentioning.  However, in Euro2012 the accursed second game came back to haunt Italy again.  After drawing Spain impressively in their opening game, Italy could only draw Croatia in the second group stage game even after an Andrea Pirlo goal courtesy of a free-kick.  The 1-1 result meant Italy needed to count on Spain and Croatia not drawing 2-2 or higher--an eerie repeat of Euro2004.  Luckily, Italy beat Ireland, and Spain beat Croatia, meaning Spain and Italy went through to the next round.

Tomorrow, against Costa Rica, Cesare Prandelli's Italy are favourites by a huge margin, but are being cautious.  Daniele De Rossi has already opined that the game will be Italy's "most difficult" of the group stage, not least because it will be played at 1pm in the Recife heat.  Italy played Japan in the Confederations Cup last summer in the same venue, and they remember the airless surroundings acutely well.

However, the weather can be no excuse.  After Uruguay's win over England today, Italy have a prime opportunity to seal progression, and to avoid the final-day drama they have become so accustomed to over the last decade.  Here's hoping for a convincing win.

Forza Azzurri!

Saturday, 7 June 2014

My Top Azzurri World Cup Moments

 
Tardelli's scream (1982 Final against then West Germany)
 
 


Salvatore Schillaci exults after he scores against Argentina (1990 SF)
 

 
Baggio after scoring the winner against Spain (1994 QF)
 
 
Del Piero and Vieri uniquely celebrate after the latter scores against Norway (1998 Second Round)
 
 
Del Piero celebrates his late equalizer against Mexico (2002 First Round)
 
 
 
Grosso (right) disintegrates in ecstasy after scoring against Germany (2006 SF)

 


Saturday, 31 May 2014

A Serene Azzurri Ahead of the World Cup

There is unprecedented serenity in the Azzurri camp heading into the World Cup.  There are no
Italy coach Cesare Prandelli at ease in the spotlight
match-fixing scandals to report (like right before the 2006 World Cup), no illicit betting to speak of (like right before Euro2012), and even the inquest into coach Cesare Prandelli's team selection has been mild by Italian standards.

Simply put, the expectation around Italy hasn't reached an unhealthy crescendo--yet, at least.  Perhaps it will come if the boys in blue get to the quarter-finals or beyond.  For now, Italian fans see the World Cup as respite from the mediocrity that has engulfed Serie A for a few years now.  

The fall from grace has been agonizing and inexorable for a league that used to be the undisputed pinnacle of the sport for so long.  Now, it lies 4th in the UEFA coefficient ranking, fighting to stay there.

The national team is, after so many years, one bright thing, one that has to be nurtured, cherished, not anymore dissected for its inadequacies.  It stands as a paradox: in defiance of the declining domestic game, a giant to be reckoned with internationally.

It was only two years ago that Italy dismantled fancied Germany and came to within a game of winning the European Championships.  Euro2012 was Prandelli's signal intent, a proclamation of his mettle, and this cannot be overstated because let's face it: Gianluigi Buffon, Daniele De Rossi, and Andrea Pirlo apart, this Italy doesn't have tricks that can't be tamed.

As Prandelli calibrates his charges in Coverciano, the main quandaries, the media seems to agree, are who will make the cut in attack out of Mario Balotelli, Antonio Cassano, Ciro Immobile, Mattia Destro, Lorenzo Insigne, and Giuseppe Rossi and what formation the coach will put out. 

These sorts of debates, selection aches and pains, de rigueur for other countries, are a welcome departure when it comes to Italy, and what is refreshing is that those debates are not being staged in a crucible.  Even the players have adopted the right vocabulary before the World Cup.

"The quarter-finals or beyond will be a great World Cup," said captain courageous Buffon. "We have to understand that we are below the level of teams like Germany, Brazil, Argentina, and Spain."

Not exactly bellicose, and, rest assured, totally by design.  Italy are savouring their relative anonymity heading into the World Cup in Brazil.  It is almost taken as de facto that the Italian public expects a semi-final appearance at least for a tournament to be remotely successful.  This time, there is no such anticipation--either from the fans or the pundits.

However, rest assured, Italy does indeed have the material to get to the semi-final of the World Cup, and even, if Balotelli is in the mood and Pirlo is his usual otherworldly self, win the tournament.  Big ifs, especially given Balotelli's capriciousness and Pirlo's ageing legs, but ifs that have to be taken into consideration--quietly, if you are an Italy faithful, away from the media glare, of course.

The only man who dared to glimpse triumph openly was Marcello Lippi, who drew comparisons in spirit between his 2006 World Cup winning side and the current one.  But that has been it, really.

Instead, now the focus is on technocratic elements like how to replicate the playing conditions in Brazil, and, as Demetrio Albertini was eager to point out, how to reserve the team's stamina for the crucial moment.

A crucial moment like a Final, for example.  Not that Italy expects to get there.


Wednesday, 21 May 2014

The Sweet Transformation- Forza Milan!

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Sacred- Milan 1996 away Jersey signed by Paolo Maldini, Franco Baresi, Alessandro Nesta, Christian Vieri and many more...