The End of England (TNP 28/06/10)

June 28, 2010

Filed on the final whistle.

ABJECT ENGLAND BOW OUT

Asked recently for his analysis of England’s repeated failures, former American international Alexi Lalas had a simple answer. It wasn’t the pressure, it wasn’t the ball, it wasn’t the altitude, it wasn’t the manager, and it wasn’t the tactics. “Perhaps,” mused Lalas, “they’re just not as good as we thought.”

There will be those in England who will cling to ‘The Goal That Never Was’ as an excuse for this latest humiliation, but the truth is that Germany were far, far superior in almost every department. Those much vaunted, much heralded, well-rewarded superstars of the Premier League fell short yet again. Germany dominated England from the start, survived a wobble in the lead-up to half-time and then destroyed their old rivals on the counter-attack. They moved faster, better and with more intelligence, they took their chances and they kept their composure.

Golden Generation? Not a chance. England’s problems are simple to summarise. Aside from short spells either side of half-time, they offered little up front, they were weak in the centre, only rarely could they move the ball to the flanks, their passing was poor, their movement was predictable and they were absolutely abject at the back. On the bright side, David James was immense in goal. He needed to be.

This was the Germany that anyone who had watched them in this World Cup had feared. Astonishingly, prior to the game, a BBC pundit had described them as ‘an average side’. With a straight face, the match commentator claimed that only one, maybe two, of their team would make Fabio Capello’s starting line-up. Arrogance, once again, is the Achilles heel of the English.

Germany have their weaknesses, particularly in jittery goalkeeper Manuel Neuer, but up front they have a wealth and talent and it was the link-up play between Miroslav Klose, Lukasz Podolski, Thomas Muller and Mesut Ozil that tore England to shreds. Two goals to the good after just 32 minutes, they could have scored more. John Terry wandered hopelessly out of position, Matthew Upson struggled to cope with Klose and there wasn’t nearly enough cover from the midfield to cope with the German trickery.

SHOULD ENGLAND HAVE HAD AN EQUALISER?

Yes, of course they should. FIFA will have the battle of their lives defending their non-policy of technological innovation now. A Matthew Upson header from a Steven Gerrard cross had brought England back into the game when, within moments of the restart, Frank Lampard lashed a long-range shot in on goal. It clattered off the underside of the crossbar and bounced down half a metre behind the goal-line. Neuer, beaten completely, leapt to his feet, plucked the ball out of the air and launched it down the pitch. The England players were still celebrating. Germany almost scored. If they had, there might very well have been a riot. England were robbed, that much is certain, but it’s not the reason that they lost this game.

WHERE NOW FOR ENGLAND?

Well, Heathrow for starters. After that, there needs to be a lengthy inquest into their failings. Mediocre against USA, risible against Algeria, reasonable against Slovenia, they were taken to pieces by the first good team they faced. Their tactics were primitive, their defending was shocking, their heads dropped too easily, their basic skills were found wanting and above all, they looked like a stupid football team. There is more to this game than a good long punt down the middle. Am I being harsh? Perhaps. But if I‘m harsh about England’s tactics and intelligence, then it stands to reason that Lalas’ hypothesis is correct. Perhaps, I’m wrong and he’s right. Perhaps they really aren’t as good as we thought.

MAGIC MOMENT – Mesut Ozil doesn’t do simple football, he does sexy football. His backheel in the build-up to a first half Klose shot was inspired.

NETBUSTER – What a shot from Frank Lampard, what an exceptional shot, right after the bar and over the line. Shame it didn’t count.

FLOODLIGHT SMASHER – Wayne Rooney’s tournament in a nutshell. Beats two men, shapes to shoot and launches the ball into the upper tier. Sad.

LOONEY – Why did a large minority of England fans boo the German national anthem? Like Jermain Defoe, it’s neither big nor clever and it makes the country look pathetic.

REFWATCH – What can I say? Linesman Mauricio Espinoza could never have dreamed that he’d be a household name in England this month. He is now.

MAN OF THE MATCH – Thomas Muller. A real star of the future with a versatile array of skills and lungs like buckets.

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY – “It doesn’t take much. A chip in the ball, a sensor on the post, a video replay. FIFA have more than enough money to make this problem go away. Time to take action, Mr Blatter.

EASTBOURNE

February 25, 2010

Eastbourne is the worst town in England. It may even be the worst town in the world. It’s a real hellhole. A grotty, stinking crap-tropolis. If Eastbourne was a person, it would be a fat racist in a piss-stained tracksuit. If it was an animal it would be a really big, really persistent wasp that survives two direct hits with a rolled-up copy of the Daily Telegraph and still comes back to sting you on the eyeball. If it was a pizza it would be margarita topped with vomit. I’ve only been to Eastbourne once, but that was enough. If you try and convince me to go back, I swear to whichever God you believe in that I’ll hold my breath until I turn blue and pass out.

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BLAMING ‘THE MEDIA’

February 24, 2010

Chelsea fans remain convinced that ‘the media’ are to blame for John Terry losing the England captaincy, but that’s just not true. John Terry is the only person to blame for losing the England captaincy. It’s his penis, after all. Blaming the media is just a lazy exercise in buck-passing and I grow weary of this revisionist view that what Terry does in his own life is his own business. That block-headed, not-quite-as-good-a-defender-as-he-thinks made it everyone’s business.

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GOING ONLINE IN STARBUCKS

February 23, 2010

I realise that Starbucks has a masterplan, I really do. I know that somewhere, in a dormant volcano on a Pacific island, their mysterious overlord sits on a throne of kitten skulls plotting to ensnare all of humanity in a cosy middle-class fantasy, pouring bean juice down their necks to keep them occupied while all the time growing more and more powerful, buying more plantations and opening more stores until there isn’t a patch of land on the planet that they don’t own. I’m down with that. It’s free market capitalism, no-one’s forcing us to go there, so all power to their coffee grinder. What I don’t understand is why they have to charge me for using the internet while I’m there.

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BROWN’S ‘BULLYING’

February 22, 2010

Apparently, Gordon Brown is a demanding boss. Seriously. I’m as surprised as anyone. There was me thinking that being the Prime Minister was more of a symbolic, easy-going role, you know, opening Church fetes, kissing babies and then taking the afternoon off to sit in a beer garden. According to The Observer however, it’s actually, like, really hard work and Brown sometimes gets stressed and angry about it. Amazing. And if you think that story is a belter, you should have a flick through their magazine where they have exclusive pictures of a brown bear squatting behind a tree with a copy of Reader’s Bare Bears and a look of quiet relief on his face.

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STANDARD CLASS CARRIAGES

February 19, 2010

So, Sir Nicholas Winterton is an outdated and arrogant toff because he thinks that standard class train carriages are for a ‘different kind of people’, is he? Or is he just saying what everyone else thinks? Now, don’t worry, this isn’t going to be one of those paint-by-numbers, oh-so-contrary rants where the author announces that poor people smell of biscuits and broken dreams and then settles in for the profile-building backlash. We’ll leave that to Jan Moir. But just ask yourself this. If first class on a long trip was only ten pounds more, would you still sit in standard? What about a fiver? What about a quid? Where does your inverse snobbery stop? How long before you brush the coal dust off your donkey-jacket and come join us in the comfy seats?

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CHERYL COLE

February 18, 2010

There are a million and one reasons to dislike Cheryl Cole. There’s her colour, for starters, a curious orangey glow that smacks of either too much Sunny Delight or too many quid-a-minute South Shields tanning salons. There’s her husband, the odious little skraeling who earns more money in the time it takes him to pass water than you will in your entire life, and he knows it, and he’s laughing at you. There’s her music, a soulless mishmash of assembly line R’n’B with weak vocals phoned in on a wet Wednesday morning and layered over the beats like dandruff on the shoulders of an estate agent. And then there’s that time she was convicted of assault after battering a toilet attendant in what the judge referred to as, “an unpleasant piece of drunken violence.”

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PEOPLE WHO DON’T TAKE MONOPOLY SERIOUSLY

February 18, 2010

The clue is in the name. They called it Mono-poly. Mono. One. Not Bi-opoly, not Tri-opoly, and certainly not Commi-opoly where you all work together and the renting revenue gets spunked on the space programme. It’s a game and it’s there to be won, so what’s the point in trying to play nice? Did Donald Trump play nice? No, he made money. Did Ghandi play nice? Yes, and they shot him. Here endeth the lesson.

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