Day 31: Campeones! 2

Netherlands 0 – 1 Spain (a.e.t)

That’s it, justice is done and the best team have won. Spain triumphed in what ended up as a straightforward battle between good and evil that rivalled anything from Middle Earth.

The first half of the showpiece occasion was one of the worst forty-five minutes of football in the tournament and, indeed, one of the worst I can remember. Spain were seemingly the only team there in the first fifteen but failed to capitalise and eventually the Netherlands came back into it. Their game plan quite quickly turned out to be to press Spain hard high up the pitch – but what that ended up translating into was a campaign of cynical fouling that prevented any outbreak, God forbid, of a game of football. It must surely have been the most difficult game that Howard Webb has ever had to referee in his life, and though he got plenty of decisions right, there were some he got wrong, mostly when it came to letting players off lightly. In the first half alone, Mark van Bommel should have picked up three yellow cards (only one was shown), Wesley Sneijder should have seen yellow for a poor studs-up challenge across the thigh of Sergio Busquets, and Nigel de Jong should clearly have been given a straight red for his reprehensible kick to the chest of Xabi Alonso. That challenge could have broken a rib. How he got away with just yellow is an absolute mystery.

There were one or two goalmouth incidents in that first half but not much. The best chances actually went to the Dutch, when from a cleverly pulled back corner van Bommel miskicked laughably from the edge of the area only for it to reach Joris Mathijsen from a great angle, who produced a centre-back’s shot, swiping at the air.

Half-time could not come soon enough, though the second half gradually improved. Spain, again, started dominantly but couldn’t find a way through, again really struggling without a Fernando Torres through the middle for Villa, Pedro, Xavi and Iniesta to swarm around. Pedro was replaced after an hour by Jesus Navas – it seemed a strange substitution for me at first in that tactically nothing really changed and Pedro had done OK, but Navas justified it by adding a little more directness in terms of running at Giovanni van Bronckhorst, playing his final professional game, and also in passing into the box, but just didn’t have anyone to aim for.

The first really good chance fell to the Netherlands, though, and Arjen Robben, comfortably the most dangerous player for his team. He broke through the defense picking up a great through ball from Wesley Sneijder, otherwise quiet, and was one-on-one with Iker Casillas, who produced a stunning save with his leg to deny Robben. Arguably Robben could have done better with that chance but you cannot deny the brilliance of Casillas to keep Spain level. John Heitinga then managed a similarly great stop to deny David Villa, having slipped badly to allow the striker to pick up posession at all, but managed to whirl around on the floor and stick a leg up to block the shot away.

The next golden chance that went begging, though, was all about the miss – Sergio Ramos really should have scored with fifteen minutes to go when he did very well to escape his marker from a corner and earn a free header from six yards, which he blazed over. It was a huge miss and one that you worried might punish the Spanish if Robben got another chance to break, and he did just that a few minutes later, tussling with Carles Puyol just outside the area and, for once, staying on his feet showing strength that makes even more deplorable his customary falling flat at any opportunity. Casillas once again came out and denied him, prompting Robben to run screaming at Webb in a disgusting example of dissent. The boy who cried wolf comes to mind.

Eventually, inevitably, it came to extra time and it was a pleasing relief that neither side seemed willing to settle the game on penalties, although the Dutch attempts to go forward immediately ceased when the red card was finally produced to Heitinga. Half-time in extra time and Vicente del Bosque produced a baffling substitution, withdrawing Villa for Torres. Villa hadn’t had a great game but he had been hamstrung by the absence of Torres or Fernando Llorente, and with penalty kicks looming why take off your best goalscorer and a natural penalty taker in favour of a striker with a confidence problem? I was seriously worried that del Bosque was shooting himself in the foot.

Finally, though, we got a breakthrough, although there was a touch of controversy. It came after Sneijder’s free-kick cannoned off Cesc Fabregas and went behind but was strangely given as a goal kick, which was a wrong decision, and then in the play that followed Eljero Elia went down looking for a free-kick having possibly been blocked off by a Spanish defender. The key word there is ‘looking’, though, as he was clearly trying to buy the free-kick for a foul that wasn’t really there (I’ve seen them given, but it’s not really a foul in my book). While Elia was asking for the free-kick Spain got on with it and, despite a lucky deflection allowing them to hold onto posession, Fabregas finally opened up space in the box for Iniesta, who, as coolly as you could ask for, took one touch and fired home a decisive shot. Spain went mental, and the Dutch more so, fuming that the goal had been allowed. There’s a slim case that backs them up but it was a lesser injustice than, say, Holland having eleven players on the pitch after forty-five minutes, so I don’t think they can really complain. There was just time for Fernando Torres to do his hamstring before full-time, and it really was the depressing icing on a miserable personal tournament for the Liverpool man. He’ll be back, though, and it was good to see that he was OK to walk around for the celebrations.

So in the end Spain definitely deserved it. They played the best football on the night, and were the best team of the tournament. They’ve been the single best international team in the world over the past four years, and this trophy is a fair reflection of that. The scary thing is that they could have been better – imagine if Torres had been fit and firing. Imagine if Vicente del Bosque was better at making substitutions. This team is still young enough to keep on at the top for the forseeable future, even if Puyol retires from international football now, as I believe is to be the case.

Man of the Day: Iker Casillas for me was the standout player, although his opposite number Maarten Stekelenburg also had a good game. Casillas’ two saves from Robben were absolutely crucial, and of course the Real Madrid man is the captain who lifted the World Cup trophy. That probably justifies him as Man of the Day.

Tomorrow…oh. No, don’t worry, there’s still some mopping up to do. I’ll be discussing the tournament as a whole in the next couple of days and handing out some CDB Awards, and then once all that’s wrapped up there’s all sorts of football to talk about. The Europa League’s already started, don’t you know.

Finally, I bow down before Paul the octopus. Let’s just elect him Supreme Overlord and be done with it.

Day 18: Juan Thing Led To Another…

Netherlands 2 – 1 Slovakia

Brazil 3 – 0 Chile

Not, I think it’s fair to say, the most exciting day of the World Cup so far, but I suppose we can all breathe a sigh of relief that nothing went disastrously wrong, anyway.

The Netherlands reached the quarter-finals with a routine victory over Slovakia that suggested that they are still yet to move into top gear. They dominated posession without ever seeking to really kill their opponents off, even with a relatively early lead through Arjen Robben. It was a great goal from the returning winger, sprinting to get on the end of a slightly overhit through ball as if to assure everyone that his hamstring is completely fine now, rounding the defender, and slotting a low shot into the bottom corner of the net. In real time, the goal looked slightly strange, the shot being quite a slow one that I automatically assumed would be saved, but replays showed that it was placed perfectly so as to evade the hand of Jan Mucha. It was quite easy in the end for Robben, whose return has balanced the Dutch side better, quashing my initial worries that moving Dirk Kuyt to the left would create the same cutting-inside problems as there were with Rafael van der Vaart there.

The game remained at 1-0 for a long period, with the Dutch clearly in control but seemingly reluctant to expend two much energy against such lowly opposition, a little arrogant but in the end it proved to be justified. Slovakia were unable to muster many threatening attacks on goal, despite young wingers Vladimir Weiss (Jr., Jr.) and Miroslav Stoch looking peppy and potentially useful outlets. As such it was quite a flat, boring game with no sense that anything of any great importance was going to happen after the first goal. Holland wrapped it up with five minutes to go when Mucha came out to try to stop the oncoming Dirk Kuyt, who evaded and found himself in loads of space. His patience in setting himself for the pull-back to Wesley Sneijder was impressive, and Sneijder atoned for an earlier miss by making no mistakes this time. That killed the game completely and manager Vladimir Weiss (Jr.) took the opportunity to give two squad players a few minutes as subs just to say they had played in a World Cup, which I thought was good of him, even though one of them, Marek Sapara, was a player I’d hoped to have seen more of. Then, out of nowhere, Slovakia got a penalty with the last kick of the game when sub Martin Jakubko made a rather pathetic dive over goalkeeper Stekelenburg, and Robert Vittek converted it to make himself joint top scorer again. Most of the Slovakians have only really had one good game, but Vittek’s done well throughout and his four goals in four games reflect that.

In the other second round match today everyone’s second favourite team, Chile, were comfortably overcome by Brazil. Again it was a slightly disappointing match despite having a few goals, with Chile attacking gamely as they were always going to do but suffering from the same symptoms as they have done all tournament, being unable to find consistent finishing to complete their attacking barrages. This was exacerbated by some terrific Brazilian defending, led chiefly by the man of the match Juan, who was constantly getting in the way and was rewarded by scoring the first goal, a strong header from Maicon’s corner. Only a few minutes later the game looked dead and buried as Luis Fabiano passed into an empty net. Going in two-nil down at half-time, Marcelo Bielsa threw any last semblance of caution to the wind by making two substitutions that essentially left Chile with only two at the back, later falling to just one, although obviously part of Chile’s tactics is that the midfield players can all drop back reasonably effectively. It didn’t make much difference, though, as Brazil continued to do an excellent impression of a brick wall.

In fact, both teams could easily have had a penalty, but missed out by two extremes – first, Lucio performed such an elaborate dive that the genuine foul he suffered was overlooked, and later, Alexis Sanchez refused to go down under a challenge in favour of trying to get a shot away, which came to nothing. There was no question of refereeing mistakes, though, as Howard Webb and his assistants had a competent game in a match with little serious incident. If you were watching ITV, though, you would be forgiven for thinking that the English officials had brought peace to the Middle East with their performance. I don’t want to get into a rant that non-British-based readers won’t understand a word of, but suffice to say that even by his own hideously low standards, Clive Tyldesley had a mind-numbingly bad game.

So now the two teams have set up a quarter-final against each other in a few days’ time, and it could be a really interesting game. From what I can see, the Netherlands are perhaps the best-equipped team to beat Brazil left in the tournament, able to match their formation man-for-man and with Arjen Robben running at Michel Bastos on the Dutch right and Dirk Kuyt maybe being able to match Maicon’s work-rate on the other flank. Bert van Marwijk will obviously have to make sure his side fire on all cylinders for that match, though, as anything less will not be enough.

Man of the Day: Juan was absolutely imperious at the heart of the Brazilian defense.

Tomorrow, I fancy Paraguay to overcome Japan in a hard-fought game, maybe on penalties, and Spain to dispatch Portugal in the Iberian derby.

Day 6: Croatia shock Germany and Austria rescue a point

That’ll teach me for losing the faith. I’d thought before the tournament that Croatia would make the semis and now it looks like they probably will. Beating Germany 2-0 makes them group winners courtesy of the Austria 1 – 1 Poland result, so they will face either the Czech Republic or Turkey in the quarters – two teams that on this evidence they should beat well. Croatia were absolutely first-class against Germany yesterday, showing the discipline and organisation that was lacking from their second half against Austria. The switch to 4-5-1 definitely helped, though I was slightly disappointed by Niko Krancjar in the playmaker role – normally reliable in front of goal, he missed two relatively easy chances, which would have put the Germans out of sight. He worked hard though, as did every Croatian on the pitch, who in the end thoroughly deserved the win.

For me, actually, this was the perfect result. My Croatia prediction looks much better, and now the Germans can take a morale-boosting win over Austria in the final game (don’t pretend it won’t happen) and then beat Portugal in the quarters. They’re too good not to come back from this, and happily, the Prancing Prat will be the one to suffer for it. Then Croatia can beat them again in the semis and half of the table will be as I have foreseen.

A quick word on the Austria-Poland game – neither team played particularly well. Artur Boruc, who I’ve always thought of as one of the world’s best goalkeepers, played outstandingly well, but even accounting for his heroics the Austrian finishing was abysmal. They should have been 3-0 up within 15 minutes and Boruc should have been given no chance at all to deny them that. Instead, Christian Leitgeb and Martin Harnik (twice) made tame efforts and were punished for it by Roger Guerreiro’s goal. OK, it was marginally offside, but it was exactly what they deserved for being so impotent at the other end of the pitch. Three cheers for Southampton’s Marek Saganowski for getting the assist, carrying the torch for the mighty Saints at these championships while Rudi Skacel rots on the Czech bench.

I was glad to see Howard Webb give the Austrian penalty at the end of the game – it was a clear foul, but the kind that gets flagged up so rarely that it looks controversial. If more refs gave those decisions the game would be better for it.

Everything is falling into place. See you tomorrow.