These snap shots of the various Euro groups are written, in part, as a reminder to those of us who have consumed one too many ‘soft drinks’ in the interval between the early and late kick offs. I think perhaps it’s fitting (stereotyping) then, that we save the Republic of Ireland’s group until last.
The Irish allegedly have the best fans at the tournament
this year, but sadly I’ve not heard any allegations of them having the best
team. In their 2 outings, they have conceded 7 goals and managed only 1 in
return; making them not only the leakiest defence, but also the co-most
impotent attack at the Euros. These stats do paint a picture, and unfortunately
that picture doesn’t lie; but you have to bear in mind the calibre of their
opposition.
The Irish opened their campaign in Poznan (named after a
Manchester City goal celebration), against a Slaven Bilic prepared Croatian
team; complete with Premiership stars Luka Modric, and Nikica Jelavic.And they fell behind early; very early! I believe it was about 1659 hrs BST; presumably the 7th official in the crowd had blown for kick off early. ‘Super Mario III’ (following Balotelli and Gomez) Mandzukic heading the first of a fine pair.
Sandwiched between these strikes, Sean St. Ledger headed
Ireland’s only goal of the tournament so far; the defence appearing to hesitate
as the 7th official in the crowd, again, helpfully blasted his/her
whistle.
Everton’s January purchase from ostentatious Rangers, Nikica
Jelavic, restored the Croatian’s lead on the brink of half time, poking the
ball past the on-rushing Shay Given.
There was only ever going to be one winner
from here, and Mandzukic’s 2ndearly in the second half, was tangible
proof; the ball ricocheting off the post and the goalkeeper before nestling in
the Irish net. Shay Given’s reaction to the whole affair (shown right) summed
it up; the chalk on his face as he took to his feet, presumably masking the egg.
Earlier in the evening, European Champions, World Champions, and likely Intergalactic Champions, Spain, took their brand of ticky-tacky football to Gdansk to meet the always formidable, Italians. Despite their off pitch crises, the Italians must not be written off, especially given their World Cup success in 2006 on the back of a similar scandal. And it was the Italians that initially led against the striker-less Spaniards; Di Natale, on for (too many jokes) Balotelli, latching onto a deft pass and cleverly lifting the ball beyond Casillas.
The lead was short lived though, lasting a mere 3
minutes, before ‘false 9’ (because he’s wearing #10), Cesc Fabregas, ran onto
David Silva’s masterful through ball, and slid the ball past Buffon.
Spain did have their chances to snatch the points, but
lacked any purpose in the final 3rd. Vicente Del Bosque identified this issue and introduced Fernando Torres as a replacement for Cesc Fabrgeas. The former striker did add some extra dynamism, and amusement, spurning a
hat-trick of golden opportunities. 1 each it remained then - points shared.
The Italians next opponents were the Irish heartbreakers
from game 2, Croatia. Billed as a potentially tight affair, it proved to be
exactly that. In fact, the game’s opening goal coming from the perpetual Andrea
Pirlo, as he voided the capabilities of the Croatian defence by flighting a
fabulous free kick past Pletikosa.
Croatia were more adventurous in the second half, switching
their formation in an attempt to free up the virtually absent Modric. This modification
did have a modicum of success; but soon the Italians were creating again, Balotelli
passing up an excellent opportunity to put the game to bed.
With the all too familiar scoreline of one nil to Italy
looming, and the Azzurri sitting behind the ball, it was something of a
surprise when Croatia levelled proceedings. Having hardly put a foot wrong at the
back, Chiellini misjudged a speculative cross from the left and Mario Mandzukic
slid in to score his 3rd of the tournament.Howard Webb called the event to a close after the customary 90 minutes, no Fergie time required.
1 – 1 the final score.
Despite a number of chances, even a rare opening for Keith
Andrews, the first half concluded with the Spaniards only a goal in front.
Alas the second half was an all together more galling spectacle.
First, Manchester City’s David Silva snaffling up the rebound from Andres
Iniesta’s initial shot to double the advantage; before Torres and Fabregas rounded off
the torrid night. 4 nil the final score, and the old adage, ‘they were lucky to get none’, never truer. Irish captain Robbie Keane admitting, "For the majority of the game we were chasing shadows".
Team
|
Pld
|
W
|
D
|
L
|
GF
|
GA
|
GD
|
Pts
|
2
|
1
|
1
|
0
|
5
|
1
|
+4
|
4
|
|
2
|
1
|
1
|
0
|
4
|
2
|
+2
|
4
|
|
2
|
0
|
2
|
0
|
2
|
2
|
0
|
2
|
|
2
|
0
|
0
|
2
|
1
|
7
|
−6
|
0
|
BC
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