Sweat My Squad: Dare You To Move (Gameweek 7)

Sweat My Squad

The effects of last weekend have been felt in the transfer market: everyone wants a piece of Sanchez, and no one is quite sure which slice of the Liverpool midfield to have. Who dares to double dip on Coutinho and Lallana? Who dares to Zlatan these days? Rashford is all the rage now, while Sterling rises in the face of De Bruyne-xit. And who has room for the forgotten Son? He has five in five now, while Ross Barkley has none.

The Pep Show may not have been perfect this week but they’re still looking pretty pretty. City’s midweek draw at Celtic meant their dream start to the season stops at 10 wins, but they did keep up their season’s average of scoring 3 goals a game. This weekend they visit Spurs who – as narrative-writers would have it – hold that elusive 56-year record start (11 wins).

In the same fixture this time last year Spurs ran out 4-1 victors and I wouldn’t put it past them to come away with three points, even if by a slimmer margin. Supersoldier Sergio may have scored 27 in his last 27 Premier League games, but while 28 is not beyond him, 29 ought to be a captain armband’s breadth too far against Master Mauricio’s well-drilled side…right?

Away from the limelight, title hopefuls play relegation favourites in fixtures that must be fantasy fodder. No team has scored more than Liverpool since Klopp came to town, while only three teams have a goal difference worse than Swansea City this season – you do the math on this.

Stoke are enduring their worst start in over 60 years and visit Boyz II Men United, themselves experiencing some growing pains. United play Chelsea and Liverpool away after this fixture and should settle this early and easily if not through a set piece, then through a star…

…not that anyone’s still got any left in their squad. If you follow the money you’ll end up at Arsenal these days, where the feel good factor is back, probably until the next injury crisis. Till then, they face an easy street of fixtures, starting at Turf Moor this Sunday. Purple Patch Theo is on one of his streaks, and you might want to catch the flash while it’s still hot in the pan.

In the ring, big Belgian men battle it out under Friday night lights in the derby de Bolasie. Both Everton and Palace appear better off since Bolasie’s transfer and will come to blows at Goodison Park, with Pardew hopeful of dealing the sucker Puncheon and bagging his fourth win on the trot. This could turn out to be one of the more entertaining fixtures this weekend.

Leicester City used to be the entertaining fixture every weekend, but appear to have sold their rights to the Champions League. They seem painfully ordinary going into their game against Southampton, with Everyman’s Charlie Austin looking more worthy of an England call-up than Hollywood’s Jamie Vardy at the moment.

Finally, the bubbles at London Stadium have also well and truly popped, though with Payet pulling the strings they still look good value for a goal or two. I would say the same for evergreen Jermaine Defoe, but will the clueless Black Cats claw him down? The questions continue at the KCOM Stadium: dare you Hazard a guess which Chelsea will turn up against the Tigers?

Sweat My Squad: Anything Goes, Aguero’s goals (Gameweek 6)

Sweat My Squad

A crazy week 5 saw Dimitri Payet’s West Ham fall to the same scoreline for the second week running, suffering the ignominy of becoming only the second team to concede four to a Tony Pulis side in 276 Premier League matches. Jose Mourinho lost three in a row for the first time in 14 years, and Crystal Palace won back to back games for the first time in 2016. Who saw that coming? Pep did. Pep sees everything coming.

Thankfully, some things don’t change: Barcelona Man City duly beating Bournemouth, Sanchez spanking Hull City Orange Cats, Sunderland slumbering (they haven’t won any of their last 24 Premier League games in August or September), Michail Antonio scoring with his head, and, um, Etienne Capoue scoring when he’s not supposed to.

A couple of controversial calls also cushioned some falls: incumbent Ibrahimovic was granted a rather dodgy assist, and lucky Lukaku was given a goal for a touch that probably never was. But hey, this isn’t real life – it is just fantasy…

…and aren’t we glad it is? What I would give to be able to wildcard my life. With perennial auto-captain Sergio Aguero back in baby blue this weekend, the time is truly ripe for a wildcard to shuffle up that deck, and give Stocky Sergio a bit of room against the sleepy Swans. For many, this means that either Zlatan or Hazard will be ruthlessly shown the door for their lack of real return – the latter especially especially in anticipation of their headline clash this weekend against an Arsenal in ascendence.

Hazard may well rise to the occasion, but history has shown that this is less likely away from the Bridge. Recent meetings between the two sides have also been fairly low-scoring, and I can see this being a really gritty affair, despite the wealth of attacking talents – and Dirty Diego – on display.

Elsewhere, once-upon-a-Fergie-time-champions Man United take on reigning champions Leicester City, with neither looking like they deserve to be top. Yet neither Zlatan nor Pogba think they deserve to be anything less, so I really wouldn’t be surprised to see one of their egos knocking one home this weekend.

Liverpool should also do the business against Hull – your job is merely to pick between Mane, Firmino, or even little Lallana. Everton must surely make it five wins on the trot now against a bruising Bournemouth, and the Watford bandwagon must surely keep wheeling on at Burnley. West Ham will score…but will they win?

Vincent Janssen finally opened his account in midweek at the Bank of Spurs and must keep on sneaking in the goals while Harry’s nursing his hamstring. My good money is on Janssen to continue paying out and giving us all something to really think about, while Dele Alli will too put in his case for the mid-£8mil midfield spot ahead of a certain Raheem Sterling.

Lastly, I cast my curious eyes at Stoke, where goals are almost a guarantee these days. Stoke have conceded four goals in six of their last 11 Premier League games and face Nacer Chadli fresh from his 21-point haul last weekend. Will Pulis have the last laugh? Or will last season’s hipster’s choice Marko Arnautovic be in the mood again? Mind, he had his goalscoring boots on on Wednesday

On that banging note, I wish you with the best of luck, which is probably all that can save you at the moment. Well, apart from Sergio Aguero, that is.

Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me: A Post-Match Review of Singapore v Japan (12.11.15)

Field Day

A visit to the Singapore National Stadium is not what it used to be – no pre-match gathering of friends and families at its foot, waiting to scale its imperiously wide stairs together. These days when you’ve made your way up the narrow escalators to the turnstiles guarded by bar-code scanners, you are first greeted by an image of the national flag projected onto a closed roof, its stars and moon lost in the galaxy of steelwork, so only the bright duotones of our hazy neighbours remain. Gone are the inviting skies that were once punctuated only by four floodlights and two scoreboards – a sight that swallowed itself as one descended deeper into the belly of the colosseum. The wooden seats that used to give me splinters have also given way to red and white plastic seats that tell me exactly how far I should stay from my ticketed neighbour, and how close I should keep to myself.

Of course, past glories are more fondly remembered than the present grind; the story of progress is also a lesson in letting go. But if Singapore football is playing its way out of the shadow of its former fortunes, it sure is taking its time.

Proving a point is a two way street: there is the party seeking to do so, and then if so privileged, there is the party present and waiting to be impressed. Last night’s match against Japan brought both elements together – the media monkey was all over its back and the crowd quite simply drew itself: the perfect stage for the boys to show not merely that they were worthwhile footballers, but that football in Singapore was worth the while.

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So the stars rolled out, anthems were played, a ball was kicked. The team in red were valiant in bits and bobs, the team in blue were patient throughout. Three moments brought great cheer: Izwan’s heroics before the first Japanese breach, the half time ‘Roar Cam’ finding the cutest caucasian kid giving his best impression of said Katy Perry song, and Shinji Kagawa’s introduction to the fray – revealing that the inner red in many Singaporean fans instead belonged in Manchester. But in the end what we will remember is this: Safuwan nearly scored, Safuwan didn’t; Hafiz should have scored, Hafiz didn’t.

So it goes that football is a game of fine margins. Equally, an impression is a collection of moments. As the stadium rose to meet Faris Ramli’s perfect cross, Hafiz Sujad meekly glanced the ball wide, sitting us firmly back down. This is the Singapore story in a second: a game of expectations, a series of disappointments, a scaling of hopes. This is also the sorry fate of the Kallang Roar, from sound to subtext – once famed, now fabled. Perhaps someone will point out that Stange’s squad is young, and rather refreshingly, free of the Foreign Talent Scheme and its questionable benefits. Still, someone else will look at the results and find that it would be characteristically Singaporean to deem them too slow and too insignificant to matter.

 

For now, this sleeping lion is left to lie in her fancy new cage. A faction of faithful fans bang on the drums at each match, but for how long, and to what end? The hope is that she will rise again; the dream is that she does so before the rust starts showing on the doors and no one cares enough to feed her anymore.

A Valentine’s Day Special: Love Actually Is All Around

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Footballers’ love stories don’t tend to resound like a celebration of love, but instead often emerge as a whirlwind of celebrity and splits. But love always finds a way, and on this commercially special day where the world adores affection, Chubby Alonso rehashes a few of his favourite tales…

A Love So Wrong…
Where there is love, there will be hurt; where there is hurt, there is often hate. Footballers can be a jealous, hateful bunch. Think John Terry and Wayne Bridge and the handshake snub. Now think Omer Toprak, Hakan Calhanoglu and Gokhan Tore with a gun. The trio are Turkish national teammates but the Leverkusen duo Toprak and Calhanoglu no longer turn up, despite the latter being one of the Bundesliga’s leading lights over the past two seasons. When reports that a friend of Omer Toprak was having an affair with Gokhan Tore’s ex-girlfriend surfaced, the Besiktas winger went batshit crazy, grabbed his gun-slinging wingman, stormed into Toprak and Calhanoglu’s room and had a pistol in their faces. In this case love would tear them apart: by persistently including Gokhan Tore in his national squad, coach Fatih Terim rather controversially alienated Tore’s victims, at once showing what a firm advocate of the brocode he was, and inviting more critics than necessary to his already floundering tenure over a tiring Turkish team.

Gokhan Tore’s violent display of affection stands proudly on par with the confusing, caustic love affair that created the Wanda Derby. Wanda Nara is an Argentinian model but is much more famous for being the mother of Maxi Lopez‘ three kids, and passionate lover of Mauro Icardi. Maxi Lopez and Mauro Icardi were of course compatriots and close friends while at Sampdoria a mere two seasons ago and it was through her ex-husband Maxi that Wanda even became acquainted with her now-husband Mauro. So when Icardi was transferred to Inter and Wanda ended things with Maxi Lopez to be a full-time Icardi, all eyes were on his return to Sampdoria. Many predicted a Terry-esque snub and got it, but those in the Stadio Luigi Ferraris willing for fiery vengeance found themselves leaving with their tails between their legs: Maxi Lopez stepped up for a penalty, got the crowd to their feet, and then saw it saved by Handanovic, sending them slumping back. Inter romped forwards and scored four, Icardi got his goal in front of the Samp Ultras and cupped his ears towards them, indignant and imperious. Bad boys win, again.

…A Love So Right
On the pitch, Luis Suarez is the proverbial Jekyll and Hyde: a terribly gifted footballer with some palpably major character flaws. Still, there remains a third face to him when the kit comes howling off; Suarez the Barcelona forward escapes into Suarez the man, the husband and the modern day Romeo.

His own rags to riches story is probably my personal favourite because it displays such drive and determination for excellence that is motivated not by fame, fortune or even sheer football fun, but by a simple teenage love. For Suarez was, as one can imagine, a talented but temperamental youth and his development at Nacional was held back by his attitude to the profession. All of that changed when a 15 year old Suarez met a 12 year old Sofia, who would set him right in school, the academy, and then for life.

This romance and more was beautifully chronicled by Ana Laura Lissardy, but suffice to know that in between those magic moments and a megabucks transfer to Barcelona was a trying time when Sofia had to move to Spain. Suarez had to follow, and knew that football was his only passport out of Uruguay, out of poverty. For long years he worked and equally long he desired from the loving demon within him: “If I want something, I really, really want that something. And if I don’t get it, I get mad.” It is a madness that football fans know, but seldom understand. The story seems pretty clear though: boy loves girl, does anything to be with her; everything else – the titles, the trials and the teeth – is mere white noise.

A Love So Strong…
“[David Beckham] fell in love with Victoria…that changed everything” were the words of one Sir Alex Ferguson, at once a criticism and commendation for football’s most celebrated relationship. It was a love so strong that allegedly took him away from a marvellously grounded lifestyle and into a special Spice world; away from his homeboys at Manchester and into the shiny lights of Madrid, Los Angeles, Milan and Paris. Perhaps Beckham’s talent had arguably already put him on a collision course with such irresistible celebrity, but Ferguson is a man who remains convinced that his relationship with Posh was an infidelity that made him lose sight of his first love, and got him that literal boot.

Ferguson would certainly consider Gary Neville to be at the opposite end of the spectrum: a model professional who hates celebrity (and Liverpool) and loves football to no end – his one commercial foray going only as far as the opening of a blatantly football-themed hotel and cafe. In Javier Zanetti, Internazionale have their very own Gary, and in Zanetti, I think we can safely say we have found a rare specimen of someone who truly loves his profession more than anything else.

Zanetti’s love for the game is in many ways – as pronounced by James Horncastle in his excellent article – superhuman. One would think he was married to football; his wife Paula surely must: fresh from exchanging wedding rings and while waiting for their guests to arrive Zanetti whipped out his jogging shoes and went for a run. Once more he did that while at the airport with his wife, again waiting for friends touch down on a delayed flight. It is little wonder that Javier Zanetti played until he was 40 before retiring to take up the mantle of the club’s vice-President last year, where it’s a different sort of running he’ll be doing, but with the same heroic love for the game.

…A Love So Bright
It remains to be said that the greatest love anyone could know is still God’s love for man – a love that no number of pointing at the skies or t-shirt declarations will ever match. But some try anyway, because they have plenty to be grateful for; so much more so for the spoilt modern day footballer.

Kaka is probably the most famous and illustrious of the Christian lot. No doubt he loves because God first loved, and he knows that it is by the grace of God that he’s even half the man he is today, a fraction of the legend he is in Milan, or a football player, at all. Aged eighteen, a freak accident down a waterslide left him with a broken vertebrae and a real risk of paralysis but it was a mere few weeks before he was back on the pitch – a miraculous recovery he has no hesitation to attribute to God’s unfailing love and unstoppable plan.

Kaka is not alone in his eagerness to show his gratitude to God: Daniel Sturridge celebrated his goal against Italy at the World Cup with the proclamation: “I love you, Jesus. I will praise your name forever”; Fabrice Muamba was convinced that his specific prayer for protection before that fateful game against Tottenham in 2012 had brought him back to life, long after his heart had stopped for a full 78 minutes. Even Falcao in his earlier days was known to terrorise teammates not for his goalscoring exploits in training, but for his insistence on bringing them to church on Sundays. His steadfast faith is overseeing his slow return from the horrific injury that kept him out of the World Cup, and he appropriately marked his recovery with this tasteful tweet (translated), showing that even the most muscular of beings can be very much tenderly at heart:

Thank you God for consoling me and encouraging me during these six months. Thank you Lore for having put up with me during these 193 days when I was unbearable. Thank you little daughter because with your smile you made me forget my sadness.

Football festers an admittedly cruel world where fame and fortune are fulfilling and flying the flag of faith is frowned. It makes it all the more touching and outstanding to see football players at the highest levels reciprocating God’s love the way they do – it’s almost as though they play for an audience of one, and love for no one else: “What do I have to be scared about?” David Luiz asks. “I have God in my heart.”

The Friday Burrito: More Of The Same

The Friday Burrito

Deadline day’s finally over, not that many would have noticed it was there in the first place. Not many would have noticed that Chubby Alonso missed out on his weekly Kicking The Blues column either – this time the blues had well and truly kicked him instead. He’s recovered well though and has stuffed up quite a sizeable wrap. We’ll cut to the chase:


1. It’s A Rich Man’s World

The January transfer window finally came to a whimpering close on Monday with little promised and little delivered. Deals done have been cold and responsible, shy of the ridiculous sums of money that spoilt fans are used to seeing. Indeed, with the influx of foreign owners and the inflation of transfer fees, the January window has quickly grown to crystallise these ABBA lyrics: Money, money, money / Must be funny / In a rich man’s world. While the window remains one of choice for the big boys it has habitually become one of fear for the smaller sides – Burnley and West Brom surely amongst those who could not be more relieved to see the window pass without the sale of their star strikers.

Even with the Financial Fair Play rules, the bigger clubs still enjoy greater asset mobility and are hence better equipped to both gain and lose players. One needs to look no further than the contrasting fortunes of Chelsea and Swansea to see how clubs of disparate financial status find themselves on different sides of the shopping window. When the transfer windows were first introduced by UEFA in 2002-2003, the overarching intent was for squad stability and player preservation, but the way January conducts its business suggests that football has lost sight of that vision. It could be time the game adapted to recognise how much of a business it has become and made an executive change for the better. Could Barcelona – already looking better and brighter this year without any transfer tumults – fortuitously pave the way for the future of transfer windows? Perhaps a transfer quota (once mooted by Arsene Wenger) or even a loan-only window could be in order: Podolski, Salah and Shaqiri are amongst some big names who are benefiting from being released on loan in January and I believe that this could be the most modern, equitable, and enjoyable solution.

2. Same Same But Different

After an extended winter wander, the Bundesliga has well and truly found its way back into our hearts again. If a league table was drawn up from the start of the Rückrunde, both Bayern and Dortmund would be tied on one point after two games, with Bayern slipping into the relegation zone by virtue of a sorry goal difference. Yet such a table tells a lie: Bayern paid a sore price for their tactical mis-step at Wolfsburg, but were terribly unlucky to draw with Schalke, having put in another dominant performance despite playing a whole hour with just ten men. Yes, they were lucky to escape a triple-punishment after an uncharacteristically meek penalty from Eric Maxim Chupo-Moting, but they played with the mastery and confidence of a team eight points in the clear and gave every reason for Pep to be pleased (“I’m not happy, I’m very, very, very happy”).

On the other hand, Dortmund are beginning to look the part of basement dwellers. The team remain too good to go down, but a team that good should have more ambition than that – or at least a whole lot more pride. A ferocious side once feared for their relentless attack have failed to score this new year and were tremendously underwhelming against 10-man Augsburg, an energetic team slowly winning admirers in the same fashion that Dortmund did four years ago. As teams begin to grow accustomed to Dortmund’s stubborn and increasingly weary gegenpressing, Klopp’s approach is starting to look dated and limited. The team look out of ideas, and Mats Hummels and Roman Weidenfeller must surely be out of words.

3. Dream On

Wonderful strikes by Liverpool’s two diminutive forwards on Wednesday mean the Merseysiders are two games from a Wembley semi-final and three games from Steven Gerrard’s Wembley Birthday Bash. Believe it or not, Mr Cup Final’s 35th birthday fittingly falls on the 30th of May, and considering how fashionably late Liverpool left it against Bolton, the stars surely appear to be lining up. Yet such stars already regularly turn out for Manchester United, who are the highest placed team left in the tournament and are officially the favourites for the FA Cup. Against Cambridge United on Tuesday, Louis Van Gaal once again showed refreshing respect for the tournament, fielding a first XI that begrudged even Victor Valdes an appearance. United may have flattered to deceive once again but remain notoriously difficult to beat, priming them specifically for cup success. By their own manager’s own admission, United are in it to win it and by all accounts should: “I am not allowed to bet. But I give you a tip. We have a real chance now”. Gerrard’s Cup Final Birthday may turn out to be a dream, but until then, let no one tell him that.

4. An Ending Fitting For A Start

Deadline day may not be deadline day without Harry Redknapp, but QPR will still be QPR without their resident wheeler-dealer. A reign that began with a bit of fanfare has ended with not a morsel of remorse: it is not an uncommon sight to see ‘Arry leaving a Premier League club, nor is it an uncommon sentiment to say that he will not be missed.

QPR’s form this season has made this decision a matter of when, not if: they boast the unflattering record of failing to register a single point on all their travels so far this season, and in their past 40 away games in the Premier League (harking back to Harry’s first tenure) they have managed just the two wins. But for Charlie Austin’s outstanding goalscoring contributions (54% of QPR’s goals this season), the axe might have fallen earlier; instead he is allowed the dignity of walking away under the guise of a ‘knee surgery’.

It is not the first time Harry has been shown the door, even if it has never been a straightforward sacking. His career has not been characterised by endurance nor excellence, and his pinnacle of achievement was probably an overhyped candidacy for the England job that was subsequently handed to Roy Hodgson. Even at his multiple alma mater he has been known to float on rather than flourish, to buy rather than to breed. His style and busy-ness has created a facade that he is a lot bigger and better than he really is – a pufferfish if you will – and it takes only a few punches and punctures to leave his soft underbelly exposed and deflated.

His best finish as a manager in the Premier League was with a Spurs side free-rolling with a budding Gareth Bale, but what his fans like to forget is how close he came to letting Bale go, and how persistent he was at confining the Welsh winger to the left back role. His questionable eye for talent has finally backfired at QPR: Rio Ferdinand failed to be the force he thought he was, and Harry failed to be the man he made himself out to be.

The writing was all over the wall for Deadline Day incumbent Harry Redknapp. As February the First passed by at QPR with one fateful tweet and no frisky treats, so would ‘Arry’s time at the club on February the Second.

5. Equatorial Guinea: Finally On The Map

Last night, Equatorial Guinea were faced with a golden chance to set the continent alight, but instead ambled off the pitch under some pretty dark clouds. Just two months ago they had emerged as a sort of hero after Morocco pulled out of hosting the Cup of Nations at the height of Ebola fears, offering to do so despite the short notice. Probably the weakest nation in the competition, they had made it to the semi-finals, already surpassing all expectations and making history for the young footballing nation. 90 minutes stood between them and greater glory, but 45 was all it took for the wheels to start coming off.

2-0 down at half-time, the Equatorial Guinea fans had already begun pelting objects at the Ghanian players, who left for the dressing room under a Spartan-esque formation of riot police shields. On the pitch their players put on a disgraceful show of gamesmanship – soft falls, terrible tackles, the whole lot – almost in recognition of their inferiority, almost with such disregard to the home support. When Jordan Ayew slotted home Ghana’s third goal things got ugly: anything that could be thrown was sent flying at Ghanian players and fans alike; a helicopter emerged, hovering low and causing more chaos and confusion than any semblance of calm; the faction of Ghanian fans that left the stadium early found themselves in the hands of an expectant mob, fists full of fury. As the violence simmered down, all that remained was an odd sense of fear: first for safety, then from the growing realisation of a legacy ruined for the competition, the country, and the continent.

Sweat My Squad: Easy Peasy…or Lemon Squeezy? (Gameweek 23)

Sweat My Squad

Having splashed on the wildcard Chubby Alonso’s pretty confident that he’s got it bang on the buck. It ought to be a little less sweat and a lot more to savour this week, so Chubby has sussed this week’s picks into Fixtures and Fo ‘Shizzles:

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Fixtures

Leighton Baines (Crystal Palace v Everton): The sentimental choice. The expensive defender has set pieces and (definitely) penalties in his locker, and duly scored from the spot the last time both sides met. In a game against Palace that spells goals, he’s got as good a chance as any, and there are few better feels in Fantasy football than a goal from his sweet left foot.

Branislav Ivanovic (Chelsea v Manchester City): Benching him against Swansea was a failed gamble, and his record of a goal and three assists in his last five games means dropping him against City would a foolish. It will be interesting to see just when the tireless defender will finally wear out: his extra-time outing in midweek was his 30th game this season and alongside John Terry is the only player to have clocked 90 minutes in every league game this season. He comes into this game on the back of a slight niggle and a little less blood, but who would bet against him pulling through unscathed and ever-ready to tame a rested but restless Sergio Aguero, who has now gone over 200 minutes without a goal.

Eden Hazard (Chelsea v Manchester City): Mourinho will take a draw from this game but knows that Chelsea will have to score to get any results. Cue, Eden Hazard – Chelsea’s brightest star. The Belgian is an untouchable in Mourinho’s side and is the same in mine. He’ll be even more valuable following the repurcussions of Costa’s stamp-collecting efforts, but will need Didier Drogba dancing to the same beat to create the space for Eden to be a real Hazard.

Charlie Austin (Stoke City v QPR): It hit me last week that I feel much more uncomfortable with Charlie Austin out of the side than with him in it, no matter the opposition. The stats speak for themselves: 4.2 shots a game, 13 goals in 20. Harry Redknapp’s surprising silence in the transfer market suggests that little ought to change in QPR’s approach to the game, making the outing at Britannia rather predictable: an empty endeavour, but chances for Charlie nonetheless.

Fo’ Shizzle

David Ospina (Arsenal v Aston Villa): It should speak volumes of Arsenal’s visitors on Sunday that Ospina’s biggest threat to his clean sheet bonus is not Villa’s ambling attack but Szczesny’s competition for the first team spot. Of course, in Christian Benteke, Aston Villa boast a man who has perennially been a thorn in Arsenal’s flesh, with three goals in his last two games against them – but without the right sort of service, it’s hard to see him regaining his colour just yet. If he starts, Ospina’s third clean sheet in a row looks a mere formality.

Oliver Giroud (Arsenal v Aston Villa): There’s almost no chance that Arsenal won’t score, and highly unlikely that it’ll stop at one. Even with Alexis likely rested, there’s too much firepower in this Arsenal and chances aplenty will be created – ergo, plenty for Giroud to gobble up.

Angel Di Maria (Manchester United v Leicester City): I’m putting my neck out to say that there’s absolutely no way that Di Maria will draw a blank against Leicester. No matter how poorly and stubbornly LVG sets United out, surely Di Maria is too quick, too good, and too trigger-happy to do nothing against one of the league’s least convincing defence. Perhaps Carrick’s injury will push the cause for Di Maria’s creativity in midfield, and perhaps Wilson’s goal against QPR can prompt a place alongside Falcao, necessarily pushing the Argentinian deeper. Perhaps, but surely?

Jason Puncheon (Crystal Palace v Everton): It’s all party at the Palace these days until the new headmaster starts getting real uptight about things, which means it’s all crystal with a good chance of goals. I don’t think much else needs to be said about the selection of Jason Puncheon, who – like Dwight Gayle – is a man in some form, but unlike his counterpart, can score in a greater variety of ways. Of course his streak can’t go on forever, but boy will he try, especially in front of the raucous Selhurst crowd.

Nathaniel Clyne (Southampton v Swansea): Swansea’s loss is Southampton’s gain. Sigurdsson’s sending off means the Swans are without him and Ki Sung-Yeung for the first time this season, and the signing of Jack Cork from the south coast has come a day too late for him to face his newly-former club. Southampton should easily control the midfield and therefore the game, allowing Nathaniel Clyne the chance to pour forward and heap potential points on top of his assured clean sheet.

Graziano Pelle (Southampton v Swansea): Southampton will understand that there are few better ways to command a game than to score, and Graziano Pelle must know there are few better opportunities to get the season going again. The last time the two sides met, Pelle had six shots at goal without scoring, and will look to put things right this time round. Saido Mane might make a cameo appearance after returning from AFCON, and it will be interesting to see how much of his form has been lost through his recent injury.


Victor Moses (Stoke City v QPR): QPR’s incredible return of a ZERO points in all their travels this season means that Stoke’s win should be a formality. Bojan’s cruel injury may make this a slightly more tricky than necessary, but Victor Moses is a man keen to pick up the pieces. The Nigerian’s good form early in the season was halted by an injury, but sparkled again against Rochdale in mid-week. On average, Moses still leads the club in key passes made, and is second only to Bojan himself in shots taken. Jonathan Walters‘ energy and spot kick responsibilities makes it a tough choice between the two to share the load – meaning a fifty-fifty for Fantasy managers, but a win-win for Mark Hughes at the Britannia today.

Also worth a shot…

Jermain Defoe (Sunderland v Burnley): Choosing Charlie Austin ahead of my man Jermain was a crying call and one I’m hoping I won’t end up regretting. Defoe has had a significant impact not just on Sunderland’s shape, but also their swagger. The team are attacking with great confidence, and I know Defoe’s will peak when – not if – he starts scoring. Against a porous Burnley defence, in front of the Stadium of Light, Defoe will surely do what he’s done all these years. Reservations only remain as to just how many and how often Defoe can do it because unlike China, one’s not quite enough for me.


Adam Lallana (Liverpool v West Ham): My vote for the biggest revelation thus far is not how lost Liverpool look without their ‘SAS’ strikeforce, but how astute a tactician Big Sam actually is. Sterling, Coutinho and even Sturridge play to their flowing best when Liverpool pour forward with last year’s reckless abandon, but Allardyce will surely know better than to allow that to happen. Enter Adam Lallana, a man capable of driving both on the fast lane and the slow, a man primed to unpick an oragnised defence with grace and without glamour. If Alex Song fails to overcome that niggling knock, a rested Lallana may be the one to get Anfield on her feet this time.

Nikica Jelavic (Hull City v Newcastle United): Hull City may have failed to score in their last three games but Newcastle have not kept a clean sheet since November and have leaked 12 goals in their last in the league. Something’s obviously got to give, and my cheeky money’s on the returning Nikica Jelavic to be the day’s hero.

The Friday Burrito: Last Chance Saloon

The Friday Burrito

Chubby Alonso is a sentimental man, so he gets rather introspective when he senses that things might start to end. This Friday’s Burrito spots some stuff from this week that suggests that certain players, clubs and even countries are either edging towards their last leg, or are on the cusp of new beginnings. Who knows? Chubby does, or so he says.

Here’s some of the picks of the week, thoughtfully chosen to go into today’s wrap:

1. Man On A Mission

Steven Gerrard is officially running out of time to take Lucas Leiva back to Wembley. After Liverpool’s difficult loss to Chelsea in the Capital One Cup semi-final, the sobering realisation for Gerrard and for many football fans around will slowly kick in that he has just one last shot left at Wembley glory. It is difficult to put into words what Cup Finals mean to Steven Gerrard and, rather synonymously, what Gerrard means to Cup Finals. As one of the Premier League’s greatest he has suffered the subtle ignominy of living for the Cup while the other Greats fight it out over the Big League Trophy, and his little squaring up to Dirty Diego late into the game was a picture of both resignation and regret. Gerrard’s radio silence after the match was at loud as it gets and he will be saving his breath for the FA Cup replay at Bolton next week – beat them and only Crystal Palace stand in his way to a Wembley return. Of course, last weekend’s cupsets mean that the magic of the FA Cup is very much alive, but in Stevie G, Liverpool might have their very own Wizard of Wembley.

2. Hulk Smash

History may be written by the victors, but it is the defeated who will remember most. What Liverpool and Atletico Madrid fans will remember in the wake of their mid-week Cup exits is how their team’s efforts were ruined by some reserved (Liverpool) and reckless (Atletico) refereeing. Liverpool fans will point to what the referee missed – most glaringly the two Costa stamps that left him eight away from a free coffee and three games in the stands. The Atletico faithful will be furious by what their referee didn’t, effectively end the game by sending off captain Gabi at half-time, allegedly for saying “Jesús, it was a penalty and a red card” – ‘Jesús’ of course, being the name of their sinner, rather than the Saviour.

While the vitriol aimed at the referees are not unfounded, perhaps they are misplaced, and conceal some of the deeper problems in football. It is little coincidence that two of the managers involved in the games are two of the most controversial – Jose Mourinho for his megalomaniacal image of his players and his ways, and Diego Simeone for his infectious, fiery rage. There comes a point when the means will stop justifying the ends. Mourinho may have got off relatively scot-free this time – Dirty Diego’s bit of justice aside – but the same can’t be said for the other Diego. Simeone’s passion has rubbed off on his players to great success – Torres being the latest beneficiary, with all three of his goals for Atletico coming within a minute post-KO, post-Simeone – but it was this same influence that saw a red mist descend upon a bullish Mario Suarez and a petulant Arda Turan, who could have so easily seen red too for his manic moment of boot-tossing madness. If Simeone doesn’t find a way to keep his team’s inner-Hulk under control, Atletico – and football – may soon be counting the cost.

3. Luck of the Draw

The performance of African nations have always appeared to be rather patchy-per-tournament, an impression that has always made the African Cup of Nations almost quite predictable in its unpredictability, and to me, a little more than a distraction from the big lights of the European leagues. This week saw the AFCON get its group stages out of the way, finally with a bit of fanfare. With both Mali and Guinea ‘sharing’ second place in the group having having drawn all three of their games 1-1 (ie. P3 D3 F3 A3), the last qualifying spot went down to a drawing of lots – the third time in AFCON history. Yesterday, on the fourth floor of a haughty Hilton hotel, a representative of each team dipped their hands into a bowl – fresh from the kitchen – and picked out their respective fates. Joy for Guinea, jealously from Mali, and plenty of resentment towards the Confederation. With a bit of foresight, the CAF could have taken a leaf from UEFA’s book: a similar situation played out between Turkey and the Czech Republic in Euro 2008 would have demanded a penalty shoot-out – probably the more sporting solution, even if hoping for the luck of the draw is in fact the most technically fair one.

4. The Boys Are Back

The Bundesliga comes back tonight when Bayern takes on Wolfsburg, still a top of the table clash even if a whole 11 points separate the sides. The weekly headlines in the first half of the season had gone predictably along the lines of a Bayern steamroller to victory, a Dortmund slump to defeat, or surprisingly often, a mix of both. As the second half kicks off it will still be intriguing to see if Wolfsburg can properly lay a claim to top spot in the league outside Bayern’s, or if Augsburg’s impressively inspirational streak can continue through the season; but there will be no storyline quite as gripping as the rise of a fallen European darling. The lengthy German winter break could have done no team more favours than Borussia Dortmund and there is no reason why they won’t come back fresh to the fight, especially with Marco Reus back to lead the charge, and especially with the January window doing little to immediately suggest a change in fortunes for most of the teams. Most, of course, with the exception of VfL Wolfsburg, whose signing of Xizhe Zhang from Beijang Guoan forecasts a sure-fire windfall in the Asian market, and foreshadows an intriguing subplot to keep all Eastern aficionados interested: as Shinji’s star slowly falls, how quickly can Zhang’s spring?

5. Parting Gift

On the eve of what might turn out to be Australian football’s biggest day, big word on the big street is that Asia want Australia out. AFC President Shiekh Salman today confirmed the growing sentiment amongst the Arab nations disgruntled by what they perceive as Australia’s parasitic participation, rather accurately echoing some of the xenophobic concerns simmering around the real world. Australia’s entry into the AFC nine years ago was welcomed under the pretext of increasing the image and standards of Asian football and little has pointed to the contrary. If anything, the A-league’s increasing prominence, as well as the continued presence of Australians plying their trade in the big European leagues, should suggest that the AFC would be worse without the Australians.

At the heart of this gripe appears to be a massive FOMO, or for those above 16 – a Fear Of Missing Out. With Japan and South Korea as fixtures for World Cup qualification, the host of West Asian nations – Iran, Iraq, Saudi Arabia, Jordan, UAE, Uzbekistsan et al. – have to fight it out with Australia and China’s irrepressible emergence for the last two spots. Not that this is a sure-win for Australia – the land Down Under are ranked just 10th in the AFC, 100th in FIFA, and have failed to bag the Asian Cup in their three attempts thus far. An Australian win tomorrow may toss more salt into wounds but the last thing the AFC should do is run.

The case for Australia’s participation 9 years ago remains the same today, and perhaps ever more relevant than before; more competition is good competition, and one swallow does not a summer make. The Gulf nations are on the cusp of something great and must do better than to count World Cup appearances as a measure of success: Iran and Saudi Arabia’s meek performance over the past few decades have done little to raise the roof, and if Qatar want to be anything more than a filler host nation in 2022, the unhappy mob from the Middle East will have to stop pointing that finger outwards and start paying attention to the three staring back at them.

Kicking The Blues: Upset People Upset People

Kicking The Blues

When you’re having a bad day, sometimes all you want is someone to listen. But we’ve all got that annoying friend who will instead try to ‘compete’ your blues away by explaining how your misery pales in comparison to the terrible day he’s having. You’re tired and you’re a nice person, so you listen anyway. Here’s Chubby Alonso, taking up that mantle of your annoying friend to recount a weekend of upset people and upset teams. Be nice, listen, and feel better:

 

It’s in the little things: Some stuff you might or might not have missed about the FA Cupsets

It was not till Sunday that the magic of the FA cup took its first victims. The first upset came at Ashton Gate, where League One leaders Bristol City were taken down a by late goal from West Ham’s Sakho. Brighton were the next victims of the cup curse, falling to Tomas Rosicky’s inspirational imitation of Cazorla’s masterclass at Manchester City, complete with this magnificent goal, including a no-look one-two in its build-up.

Otherwise it all went according to script till, with all of the top three Premier League teams succumbing to the hunger of Lower League predators. Manchester United, fourth in the Premier League and second in the Deloitte Football Money League, escaped the clutches of Cambridge United and earned themselves a lucrative replay.

1. Home is where the heart is

Luke Chadwick will always be known for two things: for being one of the least aesthetically pleasing players of his time, and being on the books of Manchester United – even winning a championship medal with them 14 years ago. On Friday evening he came on for what many people considered as a sort of homecoming for him, but the truth was that even while at United, he was always more at home in Cambridge. Prior to the FA Cup fixture, The Guardian’s Stuart James met Chadwick and bled out a lovely tale of football, fame and family. Among my favourite anecdotes are the stories of how his wife would buy him a Cambridge United kit every Christmas, how he has a mural of the club crest plastered on a wall at home, and his child-like admiration for the Class of ’92.

2. Pardew has Palace Purring

Alan Pardew has only been at the Palace helm for four games but he’s already reaped four wins and twelve goals for some very happy fans. The players themselves seem to be enjoying their football, least of all a flying Wilf Zaha. Yet it was the returning Maurone Chamakh, playing in a strange No.10 role against third place Southampton, who really impressed Pardew. His post-match comment was particularly interesting: “The guys said to me ‘you’re going to get a lift in the team when you see him play’”, revealing just how highly regarded he is by his teammates, which some will say is the highest honour. Equally interesting was the fact that Palace’s front four consisted of players who were once (or still are) on the books of either Arsenal and Manchester United, perhaps a hat-tip to how raw talent sometimes need a stage to shine. Either way, two of them shone brightly, and combined with devastating effect for Palace’s beautifully worked winning goal.

3. Manchester City turn up late for their date

Title-contenders Manchester City may have spent the better part of last week under the sun in Abu Dhabi, but they will really be feeling the heat now. A win on Saturday would have shoved the spotlights out the door but they didn’t, so the club’s decision not only to take a midweek middle eastern break and return only 19 hours before the fixture has come under scrutiny as one that is both abhorrent and arrogant: abhorrent for the way the suits in the hierarchy have been allowed to call the shots at the football club, and arrogant because their approach would surely have been different if it was in fact Chelsea they were due to face. As a result, City were ill-prepared and failed to turn up against a side that has played five more league games than Chelsea this season but has conceded one less goal. Instead it was Mourinho’s old right-hand man Aitor Karanka who orchestrated a performance worthy of the master; and it was Lee Tomlin who turned more heads than Sergio Aguero, who has now gone over 210 minutes without a goal.

4. Bradford United

Phil Parkinson was a picture of professionalism when approached by Mourinho for one of his derisory pre-mature handshakes, keeping his cold hands snug in his pockets. Similarly, when Jose hollered down the tunnel at Filipe Morais before the game, Morais refused to be rattled, even if it was likely more of a gesture than a sick mind-game. Still, these battle-ready facades worn by manager and player alike were symbolic of Bradford City’s united front on display at Stamford Bridge. This game may have meant particularly much to Morais, who played in Mourinho’s first ever Chelsea game in charge in 2004 (a friendly against Oxford) and has publicly regretted subsequently turning down a contract extension at the club, yet he barely made it about him. At 29, the goalscorer of Bradford’s equaliser has come a long way and is a surprising example for today’s sentimental professionals:  “I always thought I wouldn’t ­celebrate if I scored…but when you score you are just overcome with emotion…I didn’t want to give the Bradford fans the injustice of not celebrating – they deserve it. This is the club I play for and I’m absolutely honoured to do so.”


Elsewhere in Europe, the Red Mist descends…

If at first you don’t succeed…
What Ronaldo wants, Ronaldo gets. Having failed to get that early bath when his ugly swing at Crespo went unnoticed by the referee, he finally succeeded with a cheeky kick out at Edimar, before nailing Crespo again with his backhand to the jaw. Absolutely beaming at his own efforts, he dusted down the little gold FIFA World Champion badge on his kit, proving to a disappointed watching world that the measure of a man is still his manners and maturity, rather than his medals.

Ronaldo is no stranger to getting his claws out, having already let them loose against Atletico, Malaga and Bilbao before, and it is unlikely that Cordoba will be the last. If anything this is a good reminder that even the finest footballers make false idols: Cristiano has his pride, Messi has his taxes, George Best had his women, Maradona had his drugs; even Pele is a hapless personality without a ball at his feet. Sometimes, footballers need to be absolved of the moral responsibility that the media makes them carry, or in Bebe’s case, the expectation as well. Away from the limelight that plagued him in Manchester and Portugal, he was by far the bigger handful between the two Portugese and finished the game having taken the most shots and completing the most dribbles and for a humble footballer like him, one has only the best wishes.

#thuglife
Philipe Mexes’ ballistic moment of madness on Saturday makes his red card count stand at 16 in 15 years, with a total of 43 games missed through suspension alone. Yet in his glittering collection of aggression, his blow-up against Stefano Mauri will surely stand up there as the most manic and dramatic of the lot. If ever there was a time to describe a player as having lost his head, this is surely it. In contrast, Mauri was startlingly composed even in Mexes’ chokehold and has ever right to be bewildered to be shown a yellow card for doing literally nothing. Fascinatingly, Mexes and Mauri square up again in the Coppa Italia as red cards shown in league games don’t apply in the cup, setting up a tremendously tasty encounter that Pippo Inzaghi is under serious fire to win.

Red or Dead

One man who did lose his head was Anderlecht’s Steven Defour, who was quite graphically depicted in a distasteful tifo (giant banner) with his head decapitated. Steven Defour had enjoyed some memorable years as captain of Standard Leige but all love was lost when he made his return to Belgian football at their eternal rivals Anderlecht. Defour may have toed the line of professionalism when he was sent off for thumping the ball into an angry crowd twice, but it was the Standard fans who first crossed it by a big distance. The football fan’s forgotten role is to support their team, rather than the modern hooligan’s preference for bullying their rivals into submission. Yes, rivalries between players and fans can make the game intense and even entertaining, but this was a public threat to a player’s morality, not a satiric jibe over a costly slip (Gerrard). Especially in the wake of the beheadings in Syria and especially in a country as multi-cultural as Belgium hopes to be, this banner and the sentiments behind it has no place in what ultimately is a sport, and has no right against a man who is, at the end of the day, just doing his job.

Red Hot (Just to end on a good note)
Paul Pogba has now scored four goals in his past four games, all against teams from Verona, and all of them fairly spectacular. He didn’t disappoint on Sunday, showing his delightful feet not just with this sumptuous skill and shot with his ‘wrong foot’, nor with this magnificent take down, but also with this little dance around in midfield. Oh, and he does a pretty good Bruce Lee as well:

The Friday Burrito: Restless for Redemption

The Friday Burrito

Chubby Alonso has a tasty tasty wrap going on here. It’s got big guys, it’s got small guys, and it’s got lots of middle eastern guys playing out probably the great game in Asian Cup history. It’s a fat one today, so we’ll jump right in.

YUM:

1. Getting Up For The Cup

Chelsea squared up to Liverpool in midweek and looked, well, rather square. They emerged unscathed with a 1-1 draw – a result that means a win at Stamford Bridge in the next leg will guarantee Mourinho’s first return to Wembley – but hardly looked convincing. Hazard’s spot-kick was Chelsea’s only shot on target against a Liverpool side that looked significantly hungrier of both sides. Chelsea’s excellence may be making it hard for them to see the Capital One Cup as something worth getting up for.

In contrast, Liverpool had plenty of motivation going into the game – from Stevie G’s redemption, to Brendan Rodger’s professional rivalry with Mourinho, to the fact that this Cup is Liverpool’s most realistic chance of winning anything remotely shiny. Mourinho might just be missing a Mr Motivator to partner the waning John Terry in the dressing room in shifting the spirits a gear up when life isn’t so smooth sailing. In the post-match conference Mourinho had apparently joked about signing Steven Gerrard on loan at the season’s end – but what if he wasn’t?

2. Missing Men
Osvaldo
On Wednesday night, Tottenham Hotspur played Sheffield United in the Capital One Cup Semi-Final first leg. Proudly leading the troops out of the tunnel was none other than Captain Emmanuel Adebayor. Wait what? The words go together awkwardly and angrily like two corners of a jigsaw puzzle. He didn’t disappoint the perplexed fans either – putting in a forgettable shift and leaving the field on the hour to the chorus of boos they were waiting to deliver. The problem with Adebayor is not that he appears indifferent and disinterested, but that at various points in his career, he didn’t. Recall his run of good form last season, or how fired-up he looked when he famously scored and celebrated against Arsenal while at Manchester City.

The fear is that Adebayor may be joining the Borgade brigade (“Chelsea offered me a contract, I signed the contract, so what is the problem?”) of players who can’t care beyond their next paycheck. That certainly looks to be the case for Southampton’s record signing Dani Osvaldo, who is still on the club’s books. He was tossed out on loan from St Mary’s after 13 games for headbutting now-captain Jose Fonte during training and has just been sent packing back by Inter after simply disappearing for two days. The man who signed him? Mauricio Pochettino, the same guy who five months ago made Adebayor his third choice captain and the lumbering Younes Kaboul his first. Le Poch may have an eye for footballing talent, but he’s not looking too good a judge of character to me.

3. Baby, Baby, Baby

The biggest news this transfer window is undoubtedly Real Madrid’s signing of football’s Justin Bieber, although the significance of this move may only be unravelled between one year to never. Martin Odegaard may be the full package with his boyband blonde looks and youtube skills, but the jury is out on whether he could finally be Madrid’s own Messi, or if he’ll end up as the world’s next Freddie Adu – the last teenager to really thrill and then torpedo.

There is cause to be optimistic though: under the guidance of Carlo Ancelotti and Zinedine Zidane, he has two men with the eye and the patience for talent, and at Real Madrid he will get the best grooming to deal with all the limelight. He already looks the part: when asked to choose between Ronaldo and Messi he picked his new teammate (“Ronaldo, so far”), even though he had once publicly professed his admiration for Messi on Twitter. It would have been real interesting to see if Barcelona would have been the better fit for him though, but for their unfortunate transfer ban; that’s just what they get for putting their hands in one teenager’s cookie jar and getting their sleeves caught in it.

4. Second Chances

The Annual January Jenga happens for two main reasons: one, to add reinforcements to a squad (Cuadrado); two, to reinvigorate a player’s career. It is strange to say this, but if Andre Schurrle finds the courage to leave a Chelsea team destined for some silverware this season, he would join Lukas Podolski as the second World Cup winner looking for some genuinely meaningful employment. Podolski’s loan to Inter is already looking good, linking up with Bayern outcast Xherdan Shaqiri – scorer of the World Cup’s 50th hat-trick just 7 months ago – in beautiful fashion to send Inter into the next round of the Coppa Italia.

For Sebastian Giovinco though, it appears that it is Canada, not Italy, to be his place of choice for finding himself. He follows a whole series of stars into the US of A but at the same time walks his own path. Not only will he be the highest paid player in MLS history (yes, beating out even David Beckham himself), he might just be the first top European player to be heading there in his prime. Of course, I use ‘top’ rather loosely, given that he has barely made 40 appearances over the past two seasons for Juventus (most of them coming as a substitute) but this is a man who exactly a week ago had starred in Juve’s 6-1 demolition of Hellas Verona (granted, not a tough task) and whose startling form for Parma less than four years ago had earned him plaudits, predictions, and a call-up to Prandelli’s Euro 2012 squad. Del Piero’s one-time heir apparent may not have taken his throne in Turin but could certainly come good in Toronto if he carries half the class and humility that made the Italian maestro such a loveable figure in his own cross-continental traverse in Sydney.

5. The Battle of Canberra

Speaking of Sydney, it’s finally kicking off in Australia. The group stages of the Asian Cup 2015 have gone by with minimum fuss: no games have been drawn, no surprises have been had, the underdogs are out, the favourites are through, Timmy Cahill has scored a special goal (a wee bicycle kick), is officially the Australian Sniper, and will probably have a film made about him in the next decade.

So step up Iran and Iraq with their self-explanatory bi-lateral history to play out what must be the greatest game in Asian Cup memories. Nothing short of a chronological recount of this game will do for an excited Chubby Alonso. Bear with me:

Background: Not only were Carlos Quieroz’ Iran the highest ranking Asian nation in the cup, they had yet to concede a goal in the group stages. Then again, Iraq had hitherto conceded just the single goal – from the spot against tournament favourites Japan. Iraq’s captain Younes Mahmoud makes his 135th appearance, while Iran’s Javad Nekounam steals Ali Daei’s record by making his 150th.

’24: Iran take the lead early on through Sardar Azmoun, the country’s next-big-thing. Azmoun had already begun stirring up the hype with a pretty fancy goal against Qatar.

’43: The game really gets going from here on. Jalal Hassan (Iraqi goalkeeper) gathers to collect the ball from Pooladi (Iranian striker), they barely get tangled up but square up to each other, and as Jalal shoves Pooladi to the ground, Ben Williams (referee) shows Pooladi a yellow and walks away. At this point Younes Mahmoud (Iraqi captain) runs up to Williams to remind him that Pooladi had already been booked (he had). Williams appears to ignore what the Iraqi players are saying, thinks about it, and then finally whips out the red card.


Controversy: Ben Williams, Australia’s ‘best referee’, is not shy of controversy and has a reputation in the A-League for bearing grudges. In Iran’s first game (a win over Bahrain), Carlos Quieroz had openly criticised Williams for not being “at the level of the game”. Put two and two together and you’ve got a picture of a fuming manager screaming into a referee’s ear down the tunnel.

‘117: At 2-2, Iraq win a clear penalty. Younes Mahmoud, now on 53 goals in 135 caps, is the captain of the team and the main penalty-taker. But having tried and skied a panenka penalty against Iran in a friendly less than three weeks ago, and then missed against Palestine four days back, he’d handed the duty to 20 year old Dhurgham Ismail, the youngest player on the side. Soaking up all the pressure, he scored what he must have thought was the winning goal. (Cue celebrations etc.)

‘119: But it’s not drama without a last minute equaliser. The Iranian goalkeeper joins the team at a corner. From an excellent delivery the ball is headed onto the post and the rebound is then cracked onto the bar. Finally from that rebound, Charlton Athletic striker Reza Ghoochannejhad headed the ball home. 3-3. (Cue bigger celebrations etc.)

Penalty shootout: First two penalties were missed, many more great ones were taken. At 5-4 to Iran, Iraqi captain Younes Mahmoud steps up. Recall his recent history with penalty misses, especially that panenka against exactly the same goalkeeper etc etc. Standing on the line between fool and hardy, Mahmoud attempts the panenka again with redemption on his mind – this time with much sweeter results. This man has balls, but then again he is Iraqi. Iraq don’t ruin the fairytale, and go on to win the Battle of Canberra.

Woah.

(UPDATE: Japan have been knocked out by the UAE after two quite superb goals for either side saw the match enter a shootout. Rather unceremoniously it was Keisuke Honda and Shinji Kagawa, two of Japan’s biggest names, who missed from the spot to send UAE through. It really is all kicking off!!)

Kicking The Blues: Business As Usual…Mostly

Kicking The Blues

To incorporate last night’s action, or inaction, we’re kicking the Tuesday blues instead – sorry if that meant a rather meaningless Monday for you lot.

If it helps it wasn’t one of  Chubby Alonso’s finest week in terms of racking up them fantasy points, but as always there’s a good deal to be learnt. Here’s Chubby Alonso with some of his glorious moments from the weekend, as well as his share of gripes about it.

Is this the real life, or is it just Fantasy Football?

My Rights

On Saturday I predicted a riot of goals between two teams who began the season with a reputation for the bore-draw; sure enough it was Match of the Day’s first pick. I was vindicated by my selection of Kieran Trippier, who clocked up his second assist of the season with an excellent delivery from the corner, showing his potential to pick up points even while Burnley might be leaving more holes at the back than they’re used to. Danny Ings was once against amongst the goals and he looks like a man brimming with confidence, but the one with a massive sackful of it is none other than Jason Puncheon: the man not shy about leaving the pitch in the middle of the game to take a dump also seldom shies from taking a swing at the ball. As pointed out last Monday, J-Punch, just like Ings, appears to have taken responsibility for the club’s safety on his own shoulders, and is surely showing the fans that he’s got the balls to be the man for the job.

I will admit that with all the half-chances QPR carved out against Manchester United, Charlie Austin not scoring was probably a little fortunate – he’s shown again that he’s capable of mixing up against the best, even when the rest of his team aren’t, and that good ol fashioned strikers will always find a chance or two for themselves every game. And despite the unexpected hassle QPR caused, I stand by my decision to play Angel Di Maria – not that it takes much to stand by a £60mil man – because I’m placing the Argentine’s lack of output on Louis van Gaal’s tactical stubbornness.

It was indeed Van Gaal’s tactic-ing that drew all the attention post match. By his own admission his change to a diamond 4-4-2 in the second half – completed by the substitutions of Maroune Felliani and James Wilson, the game’s two goal scorers – creates more chances but leaves his team weak, but it is precisely this vulnerability that Gary Neville thinks United have lacked. Nerves, after all, don’t just happen – they take a good deal of steeling. A third defender leaves the option of the ‘safer pass’ and as long as that persists the ball will not go forward with the urgency that used to characterise Manchester United.

Neville’s stat of the nightpicked out the passes made by United’s centrebacks in the first half: 114 in total, a mere six less than the total managed by Arsenal’s, Chelsea’s and Southampton’s put together – three teams of course that pulled off wins against significantly testier opponents. The number was halved in the second half, with the tactical change handing the distribution duties to those more able on the ball instead. If Van Gaal does respond to the cries of “4-4-2” that was sounded out by the travelling United fans, then surely Di Maria will be on to something really soon.

The surge of attention shining on Santi Cazorla after Arsenal’s win gave the inverse impression that he was a player who has suddenly – and finally – made his breakthrough. The fact is that Santi has been operating consistently at this for a while now, and just two years ago was crowned as the club’s player of the year. The ‘coup’ of Mesut Ozil in his exact position has visibly taken the shine away but it is in the cool shades that he is happy to go about his business of helping fans get over the non-signing of a certain Cesc Fabregas.

Similarly, Olivier Giroud‘s goal on Sunday was the least of his contributions – his movement in pulling defenders away and his ability to make quick and intelligent passes shone through time and again to ensure that Arsenal didn’t need time on the ball to win – the 35% possession recorded was their lowest since Opta began collecting data – and it was his one-two in that led to Nacho Monreal winning the penalty in the first place.

It is inevitable that Giroud’s cleverness will find him in goal-scoring positions frequently and will be a worthwhile fantasy investment, dare I say more so than Santi himself – 61% of Santi’s shots have come from outside the box, and only a single goal has been scored from open play. This eye-catching performance might also win over some suitors, so having Santi might not be as maverick a move as one would think. For understated stars, how about a punt on young Hector Bellerin, whose endeavour on the right flank has apparently pipped him to the right-back berth over Callum Chambers, who is finding his favourite position to be the cursed John O’Shea.

The big story at Everton last night was Kevin Mirallas’ insistence on taking the penalty ahead of club darling Leighton Baines, who I will salute for being as gracious as they come in handing over his duties. Yet in that one kick Kevin Mirallas’ confidence peaked and emptied and a minute later was taken off for Bryan Oviedo because he ‘felt his hamstring’, which is football for ‘swallowed his pride and choked on it’. But at least there was a story on a boring evening: Everton’s clean sheet was not troubled as West Brom struggled to piece together a coherent attack, but equally the Baggies came well-drilled and would not have been surprised to clock their third clean sheet in a row.

The Tony Pulis era has well and truly begun and the role of Claudio Yacob (as pointed out in Gameweek 21’s Sweat My Squad) to all this could not be overstated. The same could be said of the reliable Chris Baird, one of Tony Pulis’ main changes made at Sebastian Poconogli’s expense. Priced at a mere 3.9 he’s the cheapest way into Tony Pulis’ back line and could be the most profitable – 44% of West Brom’s attacks came from the left flank last night, twice as much as it did on the right, where the more popular Andre Wisdom patrols.

As predicted, Bojan flourished against a dry Leicester side and with a win under their wings I’d back Stoke to go on a decent run of goals. Mark Hughes’ decision to stick Walters up front ahead showed his willingness to attack and press with pace and strength, and suggested that his use of Peter Crouch is more appropriate against teams who would be unsettled by a more rudimentary approach (ie. Arsenal, at the Brittania). His services weren’t needed against Leicester City, whose only real positive takeaway from this game was the sight of a recovered Jeffrey Schlupp down their left, showing no loss of form or endeavour.

My Revelations

A West Ham win over Hull was always on the cards, despite early jitters. Andy Carroll has come through again, thankfully, though he hardly looks likely to score more than once a game. It was Hull’s poor defending that gave Carroll a route through on goal, otherwise his lack of dynamism means he remains fairly limited as a forward. In contrast, Downing’s and Amalfitano’s goals were the result of some neat play from midfield to attack; it was telling that Carroll was nowhere close to being at the end of these moves.

Winston Reid‘s place on the bench was annoying, but more so was Big Sam’s decision to bring him on as the game was winding down, robbing him of enough minutes to earn the clean sheet points. As a goal-scoring option James Tomkins looked the significantly more likely option, time and again showing the knack to match the hunger to be at the end of crosses. Either way, with United, Liverpool, Southampton and Spurs to play over the next four games, Fantasy managers will be walking away from their West Ham assets with the oblivion of last night’s lover.

Branislav Ivanovic‘s nearly predictably good performance has taught me a fair lesson on form against fixtures, that a player who has cost me this much, playing for a team with such swag as well, ought to be fixture proof. It was a good reminder that I’d splashed the cash for his attacking potential, rather than defensive prowess. The rampaging Serb now has three assists to his name in his last three games, all of them coming from a combination of his well-timed, tireless runs into the box and his impeccable vision and ability to plate up the pass for an easy tap-in.

Oh yes, and Diego Costa was incredible – of course he was. He may be new to English football but he has surely found his new favourite opponents – his second goal was his 5th in 102 minutes against them. Eden Hazard may have had little output to show for his enterprise but his involvement throughout the game means that his quality will reap returns in the longer run. The same could be said of Gylfi Sigurdsson – still Swansea’s brightest spark – who was playing in a much more withdrawn role to accommodate an ineffective Nelson Oliviera. The Swans, and Sigurdsson, are looking like they miss Ki Sung-Yeung in midfield almost as much as they do Wilfried Bony up front.

Eriksen was the star to make up for Chadli‘s no-show, but the real revelation at White Hart Lane was a Jermain Defoe on his return to his old stomping ground, who won the free-kick and on another day might have won a penalty too with a sharp turn. If he can begin to get a full 90 minutes under his belt he’s got more than a goal in him. He’s already brought initiative sorely lacking up front for Sunderland and he’s certainly got the desire to score, insisting on playing for another 15 minutes when Poyet’s plan was to rest him on the hour. His presence, experience and quickness has allowed Sunderland to play in a new formation that produced an unusally high number of opportunities, and I wouldn’t be surprised if even Steven Fletcher began breaking his duck very soon.

Yes, it’s taken me a while, but Southampton do look like they’ve got all the trimmings of a top team – being able to score without playing particularly well being the latest addition to their armoury of attributes. My decision to bench Nathaniel Clyne was well-founded but my faith in Moussa Sissoko has been less so. No doubts that he is an excellent player but it’s been agonising seeing him come so close all the time without leaving his mark. Despite his fundamental role in Newcastle’s forays, he works almost too hard to be finding himself at the profitable end of it most of the time. In contrast, Eljero Elia was a passenger for large parts of the game yet found himself as the game’s official hero. I’d be wary of jumping on Elia’s inevitable bandwagon – his goals appeared to be a combination of confidence and luck rather than any genuine viciousness, but then again that might just be all you really need to make it in this game.

On the continent

It’s not been the most exciting weekend around the Big European Leagues, but that’s usually the case when it’s business as usual for the big boys on the block.

Paris Saint-Germain make the grade as a big dog, by default of their reputation. On Saturday they came from behind to beat a bottled-water company 4-2, featuring a real rarity – Zlatan Ibrahimovic setting up Edison Cavani for PSG’s fourth (though doubts remain if he’d actually expected Cavani to be at the end of his ball poked across goal). Still, PSG remain in third place, four points behind the real big dogs of French football. Olympique Lyon – winners of every championship from 2002-2008 – beat Lens 2-0 to clock their sixth win in a row, keeping them top of the pops for another week. Equally significant was Alexandre Lacazette’s customary goal, his 9th in his last 5 games. He retains his position as second only to Cristiano Ronaldo in goals scored this season, yes even ahead of one Lionel Messi. Little wonder that Lyon’s president has publicly declared him already a much better player than ‘the Welshman at Real Madrid’.

Not that Messi cares for competition though; he certainly played as though the Deportivo defenders didn’t exist, bagging his 33rd career hat-trick in Barcelona’s joyous 4-0 romp in La Coruna with an exhibition of goals as good as any we’ve seen him produce. Earlier in the day, Ronaldo had helped himself to two goals as the men from the capital refused a plucky Getafe resistance, but it took a sumptuous bit of skill from Benzema to bust that can open.

In Madrid there was also the little matter of Torres getting his first league start but failing to follow up on his mid-week heroics, so I guess that’s business as usual for the Fernando Torres we’ve come to know over the past years. He’ll have to get his act together quickly if he wants to remain in Atletico Madrid‘s future plans, plans that will see them become a de facto big dog of world football: the club have yesterday announced the sale of a 20% stake in their club to Wang Jianlin, the second wealthiest man in the world’s second largest country.

Business as usual also for Lazio, who have their taste of life without Felipe Anderson with an uninspiring loss to Napoli. Felipe Anderson, of course, was out with a mix of a knee injury, some literal Daddy issues, and a serious case of the Chubby Alonso Jinx. It remains that there is only one genuine top don in Italy: Juventus casually showing how it’s done by spooning four goals past Hellas Verona, making it 10 goals in three days against the hapless side. Paul Pogba, who’d showed off his basketball skills before scoring on Thursday night, with the pick of the lot.

Qatar News (and it’s got little to do with FIFA…I think)

Meanwhile in Qatar, Pep’s efforts to get his team chomping at the bit has worked a little too well, rubbing off on a crocodile that was having a mid-day swim when the hand of Arjen Robben slipped into between its teeth….

…not that Pep would worry too much about Robben – it’s Badstuber he loves the most, and everyone knows that now: