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The Celebration   Tom Potter
I’ve been playing soccer, in some capacity, for around ten years. I first took to the field as a schoolboy for a local youth team. Though out of my depth amongst my more experienced peers, I scored (a tap in to send even the most ruthless goal poacher green)! The elation I felt was hardly matched by my reaction to bagging one on my debut. I stood momentarily in disbelief as my team-mates eagerly approached me. Though I had gone over this moment countless times in my head (albeit at Wembley with 80,000 adoring fans looking on), I wasn't certain of how to behave. I chose the only sensible course of action and ran back to the halfway line as fast as my prepubescent legs could carry me.

Needless to say, my performance for the remainder of the game was hindered by the giddiness I felt from my wondrous strike.

Bursting on to the scene such as I did would suggest a future littered with an array of goals scored from impossible angles, audacious diving headers and, of course, sensational overhead kicks. Ruefully not so; I haven't scored a solitary goal since. Was this some cruel jinx bestowed on a successful debutante? Or was it just a case of being in the right penalty area at the right time. The latter seems a more rational, though less romantic resolution. Upon reflection, if given the opportunity to relive my flash of glory, I may have taken the liberty of performing a triple salto with twist or at least an obligatory crest kiss. Concentrating on more contemporary matters, the British football season is of course fully underway. There are new teams, different players and curious rule-changes but some things remain assuredly constant: Sunderland will be relegated, Djibril Cisse’s hairdresser is still at large and goal celebrations are continually more absurd. Today’s professional is unblushingly histrionic in style. Are their theatrics rehearsed in the dressing room prior to the game? “Ok Rio, plie, plie...... and pirouette”. It seems only a matter of time before we see players execute such moves as ‘the robot’ or ‘the what-to-see’ in front of the baying masses. Some, on the other hand, are embarrassingly conceited and seem almost unruffled by their achievement. I recall one of the premiership’s greatest imports, Eric Cantona, standing aloof with typical Gallic disdain, after producing something breathtaking, as if to say “Why do I bother surrounding myself with these substandard competitors?”

I look, with warm heart, back to a less affected time when a firm hand shake and pat on the back were generally accepted as an adequate proclamation of prosperity, a time when a lofty clenched fist was considered quite bohemian. I’m sure when Bobby Charlton added a punch-jump combination to his celebratory repertoire his team-mates weren't certain where to look. Alan Shearer’s patented salute is a post-modern nod to the beer bellied long short wearers of the early sixties.

Often the celebration is as memorable as the goal itself. We all remember Ryan Giggs’ superb solo effort in the F.A. Cup semi-final against a strong Arsenal side. But what is also etched in our minds is the sheer ape-like hirsuteness of the man, as he tore of his shirt and lashed it around his head. Let’s hope a certain Mr. Rooney doesn't try the same thing. Don't get me wrong, my team scoring at all is cause enough for a wave of mass hysteria, but witnessing a burly six foot centre forward putting an imaginary golf ball is at the very least, awkward. I think I’ll conform to the old adage of ‘if you cant beat them, join them’, so next time you’re strolling through your local park and you happen upon some idiot attempting to break dance, you’ll know I’ve scored the second goal of my glistening career.

Tom Potter is based currently in Cardiff, where he is attending university He supports Ipswich Town Football Club, so be sympathetic.


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FCD Heat Up The Oven!

Thanks to Scott Bornstein for this exclusive fan's point of view
about FCD opening the Oven doors!


Originally FCD could only sell 12,000 seats for the opening game at The Oven because the parking lots were not finished; 3 days before the game they released 3000 additional seats, and it ended up being over 16,000 for Game Day. Now, since the stadium was not finished by opening day, FCD gave out hard hats to the first 7000 people (which I thought was a great little joke on themselves), and hey who does not need a Pizza Hut Park hard hat! Staying on that theme, I did almost cringe when my season tickets finally were delivered in ............A PIZZA HUT BREADSTICK BOX.

Despite the hard hats, for all intents and purposes the stadium is complete, and it is Magnificent. The pitch is pristine, the atmosphere was intense, and the biggest thing I was impressed with was the fans. The Inferno ( the FCD supporters club) were out in full force: drums banging, singing the entire game, and at some points even got some of the crowd joining in! Since I have been next to them for most of the Cotton Bowl games, I know a bunch of the songs, so I am working on getting my section to join in. My favorite (sung to the tune of Oh My Darling Clementine):
"Who's your father? Who's your father? Who's your father, Referee? You dont have one! You're a bastard! You're a bastard, Referee!"
Brilliant.

The stadium is a Sea of Red, White and Blue, and the Bull is everywhere. Two new screens on the north end for replays (and Pizza hut ads Grrrrrrr), the stage behind the north goal is not yet complete, but of course the HUGE PIZZA HUT PARK sign made up for it. The fans in attendance really seemed to be football fans. Tons of people in EPL jerseys, FCD hoops, young kids in their Man U, Arsenal, and Chelsea kits (which was a pleasure to see).

When the first goal was scored you thought the place was going to explode, which was such a great feeling to be a part of. The place did get the life sucked out of it after the second goal from Djorkaeff, but when we hit the last 10 min of that game, the crowd just began to ignite! It was a great thing to be a part of.

I am heading out to the game again Saturday, and hopefully I'll watch us get revenge for the loss to NE a few weeks back and regain our rightful place atop the table. The weather should be a comfortable 94 degrees, but sunny, which means lots of great pictures for you guys. I seriously hope The Treble can make a trip down and see the park one day (especially if the rumors are true that a few European teams are in the works to visit us next year). It is really a great facility, great atmosphere, and hopefully a great beginning for things to come for football in North Texas, and the US.
The Oven is ON !

Can I just turn this way a little bit so that nobody on the team sees me doing this?
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Jenny is going to flip!
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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.
European Leagues 2004/2005
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
Chicago is our kind of town!
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:
  • 1. Do travel to see games.
  • 2. Do wear shirts with The Treble logo on them.
  • 3. Do talk to strangers, as long as they're wearing football shirts.
  • 4. Do take lots of pictures.
  • 5. Don't let sleepiness, rain, blisters on the feet, or contemptuous hotel employees get you down.
  • 6. Most important, always carry a celery stalk. It's the best conversation-starter ever.
Female Perspective: More Than Thighs
by Ketren Smith
“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.
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.
Premiership players' favourite books

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
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
FC Dallas Begins its History with an Impressive 2-1 Win

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.

The Ten Commandments for the Italian Referee

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.

Commentator Talk

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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