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Can I just turn this way a little bit so that nobody on the team sees me doing this? 00:57

Jenny is going to flip! 00:35
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On Thursday, July 7th, FC Dallas '96 held a gala luncheon at Embassy Suites Hotel
in Frisco
to kick off the opening of Pizza Hut Park. The all-new state-of-the-art soccer
specific
stadium
is set to be the gem in FC Dallas' crown, as soon as they get one.
The Dallas Burn
never won the MLS cup, but things are definitely looking up this season with a
new look, a new name, a new stadium, and a new mascot. That's right! FC Dallas
also took the opportunity of the lunchoen last week to unveil Tex Hooper,
the inspirational Texas steer.
Coach Colin Clarke spoke at the luncheon, and several players were in attendance.
According to our loyal listener, Scott Bornstein, who acted as our inside man to
get the scoop and the fabulous photos, "after hearing coach Colin Clarke speak
you REALLY believe in the future of what this game can become in the US and
especially what he has done with this team." The Treble were extremely lucky that
Scott Bornstein was there because he managed to get an exclusive photo of Tex.
But more than that,
he managed to grab Scott Garlick for a photo-op. Garlick is the ONLY MLS
player to have been featured
as a Hottie three times since this show began over a year ago, and he was
gracious enough to pose with
a sign attesting to his fabulous hottitude.
Best of luck to FC Dallas in their new digs. The team currently sits well atop
the Western Conference table, and The Treble are convinced that they have their
best shot ever of taking the MLS cup this season as long as they have Tex and
Coach Clarke and the current squad in the Oven.
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European Leagues 2004/2005
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All of the European Leagues have closed up shop for summer. This normally
prompts every pundit under the sun to compile a list of season highlights. The
Treble, of course, don't want to be left out of this fun, so we have compiled the
following lists highlighting the 2004/2005 season in Serie A, La Liga, and Le
Championnat:
Italy (by Diana)
Player: Gianfranco Zola (la la la la la la!) (Cagliari)
Team: Palermo - promoted from Serie B & finished with a UEFA
spot
Breakout Player: Christian Lucarelli (Livorno) (Serie A top scorer: 24
goals)
Goal: Montella's bicycle against Chievo off of a beautiful Totti pass
Goalfest: May 1st Parma 6 - 4 Livorno - goal after goal by Gilardino (3',
37', 72', 85') and Lucarelli (22', 24', 58', 74')
Worst Hair: (tie) Nedved & Cambiasso
Biggest Controversy: (tie) The "hand of God" strikes again in the
Lazio-Fiorentina game, only this time on defense. OR Juventus concedes only ONE
penalty all season.
Exciting Game: Lecce 3 - 4 Udinese; with goals for Lecce in the 34', 57',
and
88', and goals for Udinese in the 43', 72', 79', 90+1'.
Worst Defender: Matteo Ferrari
Villain: Paolo DiCanio
Loser: Filippo Inzaghi
Most Satisfying Win: Roma 5 - 1 Parma
Interesting Note: For the first time, the top 4 scorers are all
Italian
Young Player: Gianluca Curci
Most Boring Game: Roma 0 - 0 Lazio
Disappointing Game: Milan 0 - 1 Juve
Team with most Yellows: Reggina 101, Parma 100
Team with most Reds: Parma 12, Brescia 11
Team with fewest Yellows & Reds: Juve 65(y), 2(r)
Spain (by Nikki)
Player - Ronaldinho - who else?
Team - Barcelona
Game - both legs of Real Madrid v Barca
Cutie - Torres (esp. after the haitcut!)
Worst Hair - Deco's highlights (only after Yeste's haircut)
Biggest Controversary - Rascism in spanish football
Disappointment of the season - Atlético de Madrid
Celebration - Barca's party for the title
Flop - all Italians at Valencia, including Ranieri
Breakout Player - Joaquin
Manager - Cuper who came in November to save Mallorca from relegation
Underdog - Real Betis - did anyone think Champions League for the Seville
club at the beginning of the season?
Hero - Eto'o
Villian - Ranieri
Overrated - Figo & Zizou
Underrated - Guily & Deco
Surprise - Diego Forlan & not only for his hairstyles
Best Mascot - Levante's frog
Worst Nickname - Yellow Submarine (Villareal)
Looking Forward To - the possibility of Forlan v Manyoo in CL
Not Looking Forward To - Barca with shirt sponsors
Comeback - Larsson from injury
Whiner of the Season - Michael Owen: being on the bench/ wishing he was
on Liverpool/ being called a midget
Quote: Beckham: "I am one of those players in the team who is getting
older..." The Treble wonder which of the players are getting younger, and how can
we get younger, too?
France (by Jenny) Player - Moussilou (Lille)/ Luyindula
(Marseille)/
Frei (Rennes) Team - St Etienne - just promoted, made it to
6th Goal - Abdelnasser Ouadah against Lille (21 May 2005) Game - Ajaccio
4-3
Auxerre - quel performance from the little Corsicans! Cutie - Andre,
Landran, Roma, Rool Worst Hair - Skunk boy (Danijel Ljuboja) Biggest
Controversary - Bastia coach fired & rehired & fired Disappointment -
Bastia relegation Heartbreak - when Andre cried in his post game
interview
after the relegation match (the Bastia captain) Celebration - taking off the
shirt (yellow cards be damned!) Flop - Bordeaux Breakout Player - Essien
(Lyon) Young Player - Nilmar (Lyon) Underdog - St Etienne Hero - Juninho
(Lyon) Villian - Barthez (Marseille) Overrated - PSG Needs Grooming -
Juninho Surprise - Wiltord (Lyon) Looking Forward To - more locker room
shots when the season starts again Not Looking Forward To - Houllier
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Chicago is our kind of town!
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The Treble had a blast in the Windy City over Memorial Day weekend. We went there
to see the football, of course, but the cinnamon rolls, pubs, and people all
deserve honorable mentions as well.
Aside from the hotel unfathomably giving our room away before we arrived and then
offering to have a bellman walk us down the street to another hotel, our first
night in Chicago was a blast. Luckily for us, the Soccer Travel bigwigs were
drinking in the hotel bar when we arrived, so we used our celebrity voices and
got
them to leave their beers for a few minutes and whip the front desk folks into
shape. Once we had rooms to stow our bags in, we had to hit the streets in search
of that famous Chicago pizza, and the city did not disappoint us. The Treble
shared a deep dish pie with the fabulous guys from Soccer Travel, and rolled back
to the hotel after midnight to tackle the task of making tee-shirts to wear to
Saturday's big game.
We hadn't got our new tee-shirt-ready logo until just a few days before the
match,
so there was no time to have tee-shirts professionally made and precious little
time for us to print the logo onto transfers and buy cute shirts to put it on
ourselves. This meant that we had to actually do the manual labor the night
before
the game after a four hour flight and a two hour meal. First, we each took up a
pair of scissors to trim the iron-ons. Our new pal Mike helped out til about 1:30
in the morning. Next, we had to follow the complicated ironing instructions on
the
package, and that was no easy feat for 3 sleepy gals. We had 5 shirts and 5
transfers, in case of horrible mistakes, but given the fact that we were short on
time, we wanted to get it all right the first time. Affixing the transfer on the
first shirt took until 3:00am, and we decided to leave the rest of it til
morning,
even if that meant we couldn't meet any of our loyal listeners BEFORE the
game.
So after too little sleep, we set about tackling the cranky iron again at 9:30 in
the morning, and we were BARELY ready to catch the shuttle to the stadium at
noon.
But we looked adorable, so it was worth the singed fingertips and lack of
breakfast.
Once we arrived at Soldier Field, Nikki and I set out to meet up with the Midwest
Blues at Grace O'Malleys while Diana found
J
T and Fulham Tom
for pre-match socializing. The pub was farther off than we had bargained for, and
we missed the Blues, and we didn't even manage to find any coffee or breakfast
along the way. So we were left to head back to Soldier Field and stand in line
for
a cup of hot brown kerosene flavored "coffee" and a gooey chocolate chip cookie.
We met up with Diana just before kick-off, and the three of us dodged the
raindrops and passed around her camera during the opening ceremonies. She showed
us
t
he FABULOUS banner
that JT brought for us, and we formulated a plan to hang it up at half
time.
The first half was much better than we had expected a friendly to be. We all
agreed that Andy Johnson should be subbed off at the half. What was he doing on
the pitch in the first place? And where was Paul Robinson? And WHAT ON EARTH has
Joe Cole done to his hair?
At half time, Nikki went in search of the Blues we had missed, and Diana and I
bumped into
Calcio
Dave
from Michigan and his mom on our way to hang up the banner. Calcio Dave aided us
in our mission to hang it up, and we got to meet his dad as well, who took
pictures of us with our banner. Thanks to Dave, I warmed up with a cup of hot
chocolate, and settled back into my seat just in time for the second half. Nikki
returned to her seat with a bunch of Chelsea pencils and a stalk of celery the
Blues had given her. Andy Johnson and David James were both still puzzlingly on
the pitch, which would prove to be a bit of a problem for England, but it didn't
stop the England fans from singing loudly enough to put their hosts to shame. The
stadium was
covered in Saint George's crosses,
and the atmosphere was definitely more English than American. However, when USA
scored, the American fans took a page from the visitors' book and sang a few
rousing rounds of "You're not singing any more." We loved it.
After the game, we met Calcio Dave again for a brief goodbye, and then we posed
for photos with
Dan and JT.
We called
Fulham Tom
and met up with him after a bit of waiting. We couldn't get hold of Sean, but in
our meanderings around the stadium we did manage to bump into
G
raeme Le Saux and John Motson.
Graeme flashed his million dollar smile at Nikki's stalk of celery and shared
with
us an anecdote about his foray onto the celebrity version of The Weakest Link.
Motty was wearing the most fabulous necktie covered in electric blue elephants,
and he was very gracious about taking photos with us. Just moments later on our
way to Grace O'Malley's we also managed to stumble upon
K
ristine Lilly
for another quick photo op, but she seemed more interested in getting away from
us
than staying to chat, so we stayed on course for the pub.
Grace O'Malley's was packed but fun. Nikki's celery sparked a loud rendition of a
few Chelsea songs from drunken England fans. Danny bought Diana a drink and I let
him borrow my lipstick. We intended to stay for one drink, but we ended up
staying
for two, which was fortuitous because it meant that we managed to bump into
Sean
a few blocks away from the pub on our way back to the hotel. It took all three of
us by surprise when the pedestrians walking toward us on the sidewalk stopped and
said "The Treble!" We were distraught we couldn't turn back to the pub with Sean,
but none of us had eaten properly all day, and we knew better than to be lured
into more boozing before dinner.
So we opened our evening with some Thai food and then met up with
Andy from
the
Midwest Blues
for drinks and wackiness. The evening was a whirlwind of meeting new people and
coughing in the smoky bar. We toasted Chelsea's 100th anniversary at midnight
Chicago time despite Andy's pedantic side note that it would have actually been
Chelsea's centenary five hours earlier. I managed to lose my voice by the end of
the night, and I slept though the brunch we'd planned to have with the
Blues.
But it's impossible to starve in Chicago with all that fabulous food. The Treble
hopped in a cab and went to Ann Sather on North Clark for the most delectable
cinnamon
rolls
in the world and plenty of coffee to sweep out the cobwebs of the night before.
The only time we were bored all weekend was our two hour wait in the airport, but
we can hardly complain about that.
Thanks to Andy and Ami for buying the drinks, and hello to our new friends Neil,
Steven, Jason, Kevin, Gina, and all the others whose names did not stick in my
Teflon head. It was great to finally meet some of our listeners like Dave and
Sean
and JT. The Chicagoans and the traveling fans were all very lovely people, and
this journey taught The Treble some valuable lessons:
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1. Do travel to see games.
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2. Do wear shirts with The Treble logo on them.
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3. Do talk to strangers, as long as they're wearing football shirts.
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4. Do take lots of pictures.
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5. Don't let sleepiness, rain, blisters on the feet, or contemptuous hotel
employees get you down.
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6. Most important, always carry a celery stalk. It's the best
conversation-starter
ever.
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Female Perspective: More
Than
Thighs
by Ketren Smith
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“Champione! Champione! Ole! Ole! Ole!”
Such was my chant when Sunderland finally
clinched the Championship title. We are going back to
the Premiership as champions, and about time too. God
bless Mick McCarthy, and all who sail in him.
The chanting would probably have been more
acceptable if I hadn’t been at a friend’s 40th birthday
party at the time. My man and I had sneaked off to watch
the match instead of actually have to socialise with
people we either didn’t know, or didn’t like. I was
frowned upon by the more feminine, frillier females in
the group, and distinctly made out a few “Bloody
Football” comments.
Football is very much a
man’s sport in Britain. The merest mention of my love
for it in unfamiliar male company invariably leads to
the Offside Challenge. This is where I am asked to
explain the offside rule / trap. I am also expected to
crumble, cry and admit I was just making conversation.
Except I know what I’m talking about - most of the time.
My succinct (and by now well practiced) explanation
usually has one of two effects. The challenger
“hrrmphs”, looks away and takes a great interest in
their pint; or I have an interesting conversation with
someone who isn’t territorial about his chosen sport.
Generally the response I get is in the area of
my only watching to look at the men’s thighs. This I
find annoying, as I clearly have an understanding of the
game as a whole, and an appreciation for its nuances and
subtleties. I will admit to having a major crush on Jose
Mourinho, a man who has single-handedly stopped me
hating Chelsea, and given me someone new to sigh about.
That’s the best thing about being a female footie lover;
you can appreciate the sport and the players. I found
myself genuinely upset for them when they lost out to
Liverpool, although I have to admit that on the day,
Chelsea looked like they just couldn’t be bothered any
more. Like they had finally run out of steam. But I have
been immensely impressed with their form, and am hopeful
that the majority of their players will continue their
success when playing for England. With John Terry, Frank
Lampard and Joe Cole on form, we should be several
strides nearer to achieving the long overdue promise of
our national team.
But in the meantime my
celebrations are limited to whooping “Haway the Lads!”
and plotting how, when Sunderland play Spurs (my man’s
team) in next season's Premier League, I will get up in
the dead of night and redecorate the flat in red and
white stripes while he sleeps. It may get me evicted,
but it’ll be worth it for the look on his little face.
I feel at a loss now the season has ended, with
only the Cricket to look forward to. Well, I am English,
after all…
Ms Smith lives in England and is a
freelance football fanatic. Send her feedback:
ketrensmith@thetrebletalk.com
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Football associations should institute checks and balances for match
officials.
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There is a lot of talk lately about bringing technology into the beautiful game,
and the debate rages about the unwanted changes that it would usher in. No one
likes to see goals disallowed by mistake, but neither is the idea of microchip
technology or video replay entirely popular. Of course it's true that even
football can't please all the people all the time, but if all the people are
unhappy with the status quo, then perhaps it really is time to look at changes.
Anyone who looks closely at the sport will quickly see quite a few blemishes. The
not-so-beautiful spotty face of football is riddled with allegations of
match-fixing, referees that might be influenced by top-name managers, diva
players
who fall too easily, bend the offside rule too often or spit, slap and kick in
frustration. Connecting the dots on this face of football will result in an arrow
that points to a lot of pressure on the referee. If a player cheats, it will be
shrugged off as cleverness when he gets away with it and sloppiness when he is
caught. It is accepted as part of the sport. Only the most talented and
experienced footballers can bend the rules with enough finesse that they get away
with it. If a manager pushes the envelope on the sideline, the fans hold him in
high regard for going the extra mile for the team. In the case of a player or
manager getting out of hand, it is up to the referee and his assistants to rein
them in, and the post-match follow-up will include fines from the club or the
football assication concerned, be it the FA, FIGC, MLS, FIFA, etc.
Inasmuch as it is an expected and accepted part of the sport for players and
managers to act out and then be disciplined if they cross the line, it is also
expected and understood that referees also are not infallable. Of course there
are
no examples springing to mind of a referee spitting at an annoying colleague or
player on the pitch, but countless memories of wrongly-disallowed goals,
apallingly ridiculous penalty calls, and incorrect offside decisions flood the
mind.
If footballer and manager indiscretions are penalized even after the final
whistle
has blown with fines and suspensions, why is the same system not in place to mete
out a similar justice when the officials are to blame for problems in the game?
The football associations should review every match for more than just video
evidence of player indiscretions that escaped the referee's eye during a match.
The games should be reviewed with officiating errors in mind. Blatant errors
should be fined after the fact, and an excess of mistakes during a certain period
should result in suspension for the official at fault. These penalties should be
imposed with the idea in mind that if the referees have an incentive to reduce
errors that cost goals, there will be fewer of those errors. Every referee should
have his penalty decisions reviewed, and every linesman should have his offside
calls scrutinized. And it is imperative that such reviews are made within reason.
No official should be penalized for a mistake when he was in the right place but
still didn't have a good view of the situation. It isn't going to be possible all
the time in every game for a referee or linesman to see a foul through a mass of
moving players or to tell when a ball crosses the line. But sometimes these
officials have a good view of the play and make a decision that the rest of the
viewers find incomprehensible. These mistakes should be pointed out to match
officials along with reminders of the guidelines for consistency.
The officials rule the game absolutely from whistle to whistle, and that is
absolutely how the game should be, but as long as an official can laugh about his
mistakes to the cameras after the match and then forget about them, how are the
bad calls, suspicions of bias, and accusations of home-side favoritism ever going
to end? A microchip inside the ball might clear up the question of whether a ball
has crossed the line or not without interrupting the flow of play, but it can
never reduce the number of poor offside decisions and dodgy penalty calls. Those
decisions will always be the responsibility of the match officials, and changing
that would take too much away from the game. But this kind of absolute
responsibility must come with culpability. Football is the business of
billionaires, and with so much money as well as the hopes and dreams and bragging
rights of so many millions of fans at stake, how long can the game go on without
holding the most important participants responsible? Implementing a system to
check and balance the decisions made by referees and their assistants with fines
and suspensions for certain incorrect calls and decisions would wipe out many of
the niggling accusations tarnishing the game. No longer could managers
acrimoniously suggest that one or another of their colleagues has influence over
certain referees or that a linesman who grew up a fan of a certain team will
never
call an offside against his heros. Referee culpability won't slow down the play.
It won't take the personality and subjectivism out of the game. What it would do
is wipe away some of the blemishes on the face of a sport that is loved, watched
and avidly scrutinized all over the world.
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| Premiership players'
favourite books
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Footballers read shocker!!! Well, we have never considered them brain
surgeons, but we do
know they are capable of some basic skills, including the ability to be a good
role model every
once in a while in between the drunken bar fights, training ground punch-ups on
the field in front
of 50000 fans fights, and various other scrapes. In the effort to encourage
families to read, all
twenty
top-flight clubs in England have adopted a local library (does that mean Arsenal
just adopted
Highbury?) and the players from each team chose a favourite book to promote.
What’s your favourite
player reading? Well, read on……
| Premiership players'
favourite
books |
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| Club |
Player |
Book |
Author |
| Arsenal |
Freddie Ljungberg |
Cars, Trucks and Things that Go |
Richard Scarry |
| Aston Villa |
Mark Delaney |
The Iron Man |
Ted Hughes |
| Birmingham City |
Stephen Clemence |
The Twits |
Roald Dahl |
| Blackburn Rovers |
Craig Short |
Birdsong |
Sebastian Faulks |
| Bolton Wanderers |
Kevin Nolan |
It |
Stephen King |
| Charlton Athletic |
Dean Kiely |
It's Not About the Bike |
Lance Armstrong |
| Chelsea |
John Terry |
Cool! |
Michael Morpurgo |
| Crystal Palace |
Tommy Black |
Postmortem |
Patricia Cornwell |
| Everton |
Lee Carsley |
The Alchemist |
Paulo Coelho |
| Fulham |
Moritz Volz |
The Little Prince |
Antoine de Saint-Exupery |
| Liverpool |
Chris Kirkland |
There's a Viking in My Bed |
Jeremy Strong |
| Manchester City |
David James |
The Hobbit |
JRR Tolkien |
| Manchester United |
Ryan Giggs |
A Long Walk to Freedom |
Nelson Mandela |
| Middlesbrough |
Colin Cooper |
1984 |
George Orwell |
| Newcastle United |
Steven Taylor |
Keeper |
Mal Peet |
| Norwich City |
Paul McVeigh |
The Da Vinci Code |
Dan Brown |
| Portsmouth |
Lomana LuaLua |
Tintin and the Lake of Sharks |
Herge |
| Southampton |
David Prutton |
The Folk of the Faraway Tree |
Enid Blyton |
| Tottenham Hotspur |
Erik Edman |
Ramses |
Christian Jacq |
| West Bromwich Albion |
Riccardo Scimeca |
Keane: The Autobiography |
Roy Keane, Eamon Dunphy |
| Source: Premier League Reading Stars
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FC Dallas Begins its History with an Impressive 2-1 Win
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April 2, 2005. Nobody could have foreseen that this date's
significance as the debut of FC Dallas would be completely
overshadowed by events outside the football world.
FC Dallas's choreographer-of-ceremonies exhibited very praiseworthy
respect, propriety, and common sense by moving the national anthem
to before the teams were introduced. Then, just before kick-off a
moment of silence was observed for the remembrance of Pope John Paul II.
Here, the starting eleven for the Chicago Fire and FC Dallas bow their heads.
FC Dallas becomes the first team in MLS to sport the classic horizontal stripes.
Here, Eddie Johnson finishes off the flashy red and white kit with red shoes.
Defending against Johnson for Chicago is number 6 Kelly Gray who scored the
Fire's
only goal.
Dallas won the match 2-1 on the strength of goals in the 2nd minute by
Richard Mulrooney and in the 47th minute by Eddie Johnson. This demonstrates,
of course, that Dallas's offense is so strong that they only have to play
for about the first two minutes of any half and then hand it over to the
defense.
Midway through the first half, Simo Valakari, arguably the rootinest-tootinest
midfielder in the League, in his typical style of play bumped heads with an
opponent. Simo did not get the better of this confrontation, and began to
bleed so profusely that he had to be sidelined for about three minutes
while trainers wrapped a wide band of cotton around his head, three or four
rotations.
When he re-entered the game, he looked even more menacing than normal if
such is even possible. Simo was voted 2004's Player of the Year for the Burn
and also won the dubious honor of being MLS's most prolific red card recipient.
The unsung hero of the game has to be defender Clarence Goodson. Chicago
repeatedly tried to generate offensive opportunities with a longball, and
the 6'4 Goodson consistently outleaped the Chicago players, to head the ball
back out. It's nice to see Clarence Goodson starting again for Dallas.
Goaltender Scott Garlick had an outstanding night for FC Dallas. During one
two-minute stretch late in the second half with Dallas ahead 2-1, he made
three or four consecutive spectacular saves, preserving the Dallas victory.
The Dallas organization is genuinely embarrassed by having had to delay
the unveiling and grand opening of the ultra-cool and modern soccer venue
in Frisco. (Unprecedented rainfall for the past year has "precipitated"
numerous schedule revisions.) The grand opening is now set for Saturday,
August 6. In the meantime, to their great credit FC Dallas now
generously offers the fans $10 seats in the six home games that will
be played in the Cotton Bowl. No reserved seats, it's open seating, and
the 70,000-seat stadium effortlessly swallows up the 10,000 or so who
accept the kind offer. (Dallas has the lowest average attendance in MLS).
Still, however, the Cotton Bowl is a wonderful, venerable facility, much
appreciated and enjoyed by Dallas fans. The
serenity and splendor of Fair Park
has long been one of Dallas's best-kept secrets.
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The Ten Commandments for the Italian Referee
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1. The referee must be impartial. Every single player of Juventus FC
must
receive
favors equally.
2. To guarantee impartiality, you must card a player of Juventus F.C. only
after his
ninth serious foul.
3. The referee and linesmen must interact and collaborate. The linesmen
must signal
favorably for Juventus F.C. when the referee has missed a call.
4. When in doubt, always blow the whistle in favor of a penalty kick for
Juventus F.C.
5. To preserve the referee uniform from tears and runs, the waving of the
flag
for offside
against Juventus F.C. is prohibited.
6. Offside is considered “active” when it is not in favor of Juventus F.C.,
while it remains
“passive” when it is in their favor.
7. Half time is defined as the time it takes for Moggi to come down from the
tribunal and
into the referee locker room, negotiate and return.
8. Since diving is unsportsmanlike, any player who asks for a foul without
receiving a
substantially bloody injury from the run-in with a Juventus F.C. player will be
sanctioned
heavily.
9. A goal will be given to the opposing team only when the ball touches the
net and remains
that way for at least 4 to 5 seconds. The rules of pinball hold true: if
the
ball goes in
and back out, the goal is not valid.
10. The fourth official is required to indicate minimal stoppage time on the
indicator sign
when Juventus F.C. are winning, in case the opposing team might score at the
death; and conversely
the sign must show a minimum of six minutes to be added on in the rare cases
where
Juventus F.C.
is locked in a draw, so that they may score a winner.
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Enjoying the beautiful game in the USA is a multicultural experience. When I
first
moved to LA,
matches were available to me on about 5 different channels, mostly in Spanish.
But
these days I
can turn on my telly and scroll through no fewer than eleven channels to get my
football fix in
English, Spanish, and Italian. And the bonus is that I can find football at any
hour of the day
rather than strictly on a weekend afternoon. This has resulted in football
gluttony on my part,
and that has familiarized me with lots of different standard phrases that I hear
the commentators
use.
Here are a few of my favorites.
¡¡¡ Golazo !!! This is a favorite phrase of the
Spanish language
commentators used
to indicate that a miraculous goal has been scored by means of a spectacular
bicycle kick executed
while the striker was being undressed by three defenders and also facing the
dugout.
Unfortunately, the passion of the commentators often results in this phrase being
used for less
impressive goals like penalty kicks, a team's sixth goal on the night, or a
scrappy tap-in by a
man on his way to falling down.
No hay tiempo para más: This phrase has a nice
poetry to it, in my
opinion. The
commentators of Mexican games use this to indicate that the whistle has blown at
the end of either
half, but it's simply a nicer than saying "That's it."
The defence were at sixes and sevens: This statement
indicates that the
defence is a
total
mess, and the phrase goes back to medieval times (by some accounts) when dice
games were very
popular, and betting on a six or seven was terribly risky. The phrase has stuck
with the English
language through prose and poetry by Chaucer, Shakespeare, and O'Henry, among
many
others.
That was a cynical tackle: My first impression upon
hearing this phrase,
which is
lately
very popular with English commentators, is that a tackle cannot be any such
thing.
A tackle can
neither be cynical nor jaded nor optimistic nor friendly. A tackle cannot have
these traits. But I
came to understand from watching game after game and hearing this phrase time
after time that a
"cynical tackle" is an unnecessarily harsh tackle, where the man executing it has
usually resorted
to rough play over finesse and style to get the ball. Cynical tackles often
result
in yellow
cards.
The ball was kept out by a coat of paint: This phrase is
akin to "He
missed it by a
hair."
It's usually employed by a commentator to describe a ball bouncing off the inside
of the crossbar
and NOT making across the goal line. Sometimes I've heard it used by American
commentators when
the ball slides just past the post, but that's just silly. The only way the coat
of paint on the
crossbar or goalpost can come into play is if the ball bounces off the interior
of
the "woodwork."
He had the woodwork to thank for it: You'll notice that I
put the term
"woodwork" in
quotes
in the previous sentence. That's because neither the goalposts nor the crossbar
is
made of wood at
all. This term is merely a hangover from olden times, and when the goalkeeper has
the woodwork to
thank for a save, what the commentator means is that the 'keeper never would have
got to the ball,
but it was kept from crossing the goal line by hitting the crossbar or goalpost.
It was lobbed in to the far stick: This phrase is a new
favorite of mine
because I
rarely
hear the word stick used in place of the word post, and I suspect that only
Scottish commentators
will use this variation. A lob is a kick that lightly lifts the ball up and
floats
it down again,
and a free kick will often be lobbed into the throngs of attacking players
waiting
in the box to
score.
He knew nothing about it: When a ball passes right by a
player or bounces
off a
random
bodypart when the player wasn't looking, the commentator often uses this phrase.
It's an
implication that the player involved either wasn't paying attention at all or was
simply very
very lucky. Sometimes it's used when a striker scores with an unceremonious touch
on the ball off
the outside of his boot, and the look on his face shows that he had actually
intended a pass or a
clearance rather than a shot on goal.
That caught him counting the blades of grass: This
ungracious phrase is
often
directed at
goalkeepers when they miss a ball outright. The 'keeper may have lunged at the
hurling ball and
ended on his face, or he may have been caught "flat footed" and standing still.
Either way, no
goalkeeper wants to be caught counting blades of grass because it means that not
only has the ball
gone into the net, it has done so because of his own failure to react properly.
Fuorigioco: This term meaning "offside" can take
on
a life of its
own in an Italian
game. Counting the number of times it's uttered and the players' reactions to the
call makes a fun
drinking game* to play as you watch!
Mischia in area: This phrase is one of my
favorites
from Serie A
because the word
"mischia" is just fun to say. The phrase equates to one of my favorite English
terms "A bit of
silliness in the box." A similar phrase "fischia la mischia" is also really fun
to
say, and it
means that the ref has blown his whistle because of silliness in the box.
* The Treble do NOT advocate drinking alcoholic beverages. Try the game
with
your favorite
soft drink. :)
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