mad man

there are few things that grind my gears more than a waste of talent.

even with all of the tools at his disposal, balotelli's career is already under threat.

many people (myself included) would give up their first born for an opportunity to make it at the highest levels of football. for those of us not born with phsycial traits akin to olympic gods or the blessing of amazing skills, even years of ball-busting effort, endless hours of training, and gallons of sweat and tears often aren’t enough to get us even into the lower echelons of the professional game. trust me: i’ve tried.

so when i see someone who has been blessed with such extraordinary talents pissing away an opportunity of a thousand lifetimes, it makes me want to go psycho, kill them and then eat their hearts to absorb their powers. if they’re not going to use it, we may as well give that talent to someone who desires it more.

so who out there inspires such murderous anger? none other than the title holder for “world’s biggest waste of footballing talent,” currently held by manchester city striker mario balotelli.

standing in at an imposing 6’2″ / 193 lbs, balotelli is a physical freak of nature. for those needing some frame of reference for his massiveness, that’s drogba’s size plus 10 pounds and minus 13 years. and do to his apparent pledge to never express any emotion, he displays a permanent scowl that certainly haunts my nightmares, something very difficult to admit being a grown man and all. couple that with his extremely dark complexion, and you’d never even see him coming if he were to mug you in a dark alley… hence the reason i’ve been avoiding every alley i’ve come across in the last six months.

but mario isn’t just a big brute, he’s got skills to boot. he has a deft first touch, near-blistering pace, and a nose for the goal. as of this writing, in just 109professional appearances he’s tallied an impressive 31 goals. considering a good chunk of those appearances were as a substitute (40), and you start to get a feel for the talent packed into the young italian’s 20-year-old feet.

yet super mario, as he is regrettably known, somehow manages to make me look like i’m a ridiculous overachiever, and that’s saying a lot for a guy who can barely muster more than an 6 posts per month on his blog.

i conveniently left out some other key statistics about balotelli above, ones that paint a much clearer picture about the controversy surrounding this boy. while he’s got a great strike rate in those 108 appearances, he’s also been booked a staggering 31 times and sent off 4, meaning he’s in trouble more than he scores. while still at inter he tried to steal a penalty from samuel eto’o, even though he hadn’t been called on to take it. his abrasive personality annoys opposing players so much that they like to kick him (though, admittedly, totti isn’t exactly a saint either). after being booed by his own fans, he removed his inter shirt and slammed it to the ground (endearing, isn’t he?). and he can’t seem to put on a bib…. this isn’t so such a bad thing, so much as it’s funny.

and all of those shenanigans are just the stupid things he does on the pitch. we haven’t even gotten into his off field incidents, which are far more numerous and retarded. let’s list out what balotelli was thinking in some of these unwise situations:

what is clear here is that balotelli has a massive attitude problem. he’s entitled, egotistic and completely unaware of the concept of consequences. it’s like he thinks the world owes him for how awesome he is. in other words, he thinks he’s the shit; invincible even. also a cancer in the change room, he was openly derided by veterans in the inter squad. even with tottenham’s dire need for a new striker, i wouldn’t spend a quid on him if he were available for so cheap.

Mario Balotelli is a douche.

look at me. i'm so freaking awesome.

i also don’t feel like i’m going too far out on a limb when i say that he might literally be mad.

there’s not a doubt in my mind that if balotelli continues down this path, there is absolutely no way he can live up to his lofty expectations or audacious claims.

who’s to blame for this potential downfall? the first finger obviously should be pointed directly at the player himself, as his immaturity and stupidity shows he has no respect for the place he has in the game. but secondary fingers should also be pointed at his agent and adoptive parents. the circus of his personal life has no doubt created some deep rooted emotional issues, something that is well documented in children with rough upbringings. but mario shouldn’t let that be an excuse. plenty of players have had bad childhoods and they ended up just fine (thierry henry being a perfect example).

city should also shoulder some of the blame themselves, as the team’s constant revolving door has left the club devoid of any true role models for him to look up to as an example.

but with his actions seeming to spiral out of control, you have to wonder just what it’s going to take for him to finally “get it.” and i promise you that getting to meet the ronaldo won’t do the trick, unless sleeping with prostitutes on the regular can magically improve one’s attitude problems.

whatever that lesson is, here’s hoping it happens soon and not tragically.

balotelli has been gifted an extraordinary amount of ability and physical characteristics that could potentially lead to him being a truly great player, and no one wants to see that go to waste.  i’d love to see what a player like mario could be capable of if he were fully focused and a little more humble.

though i would prefer that he gets his act together in a place other than manchester.

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ten words or less #20

in the future, it might not be the best idea for this dad to bring his son to craven cottage.

it’s time for another international break and i’m already bored of it. not even marquee match ups like england-wales, usa-argentina, nor cyprus-iceland have tickled my fancy. so in an effort to help you find something interesting to read while redknapp and speed argue over who hurt bale first, here read these:

someone please explain to me how this will work. – football-italia.net

craven cottage just became a lot less safe for kids. – thespoiler.co.uk

i suddenly want to go to practice. – dezeen.com

stupid scum, but you have to admire his club loyalty. – yahoo.com

even gods like to play amongst mere mortals. – youtube.com

i wish our country had this kind of passion. – myphotographytutorials.com

so what happens when higuaín comes back? – guardian.co.uk

david luiz: “i like turtles” kid all grown up. – youtube.com

round up #30

champions league football has understandably dominated the presses lately, even though the premier league is currently the most drama fueled competition on the planet. and as is usually the case when european competition rears its head, i’m feeling a little overwhelmed with all of these different story lines to attempt to follow.

elation is a powerful feeling.

with that in mind, be prepared for today’s edition of the round-up to include a smattering of topics from all over the place.

the sinister ones – therunofplay.com
without a doubt, the title of this article makes me like myself better. a southpaw myself, i feel like we’re not respected enough as a breed. the always excellent bloggers at the run of play, however, do have a load of respect for us lefties. so what if we sit on the same side of the lord as the devil, especially if it makes us more valuable on the pitch.

while we’re on the topic of left footed players, i’d like to also make note of the rise of my kind showing up more frequently on the right side of the pitch. as briefly mentioned in the linked post, the rise to prominence of players like arjen robben, adam johnson, and angel di maria –all lefties that ply their trades on the right wing– is a growing tactical trend in the game. however, i never once considered that something like muscle memory would be the basis for this type of player’s success rates.

javier hernandez: why he’s the joker in ferguson’s pack – soccerlens.com
thank you crashbang at soccer lens for analyzing and answering a question that has been driving me crazy all year: why is chicharito doing so damn good? i have been scratching my head all season trying to figure out just how the young mexican sensation has so quickly adapted to the premier league. he’s obviously a fantastic poacher, clearly from the michael owen vein. but i wondered just why he was so effective at puting notches on the score sheet  when he is clearly the antithesis of the average premier league striker. and as it turns out, it’s his not being a prototypical premier league striker that makes him such a lethal force.

where the dream of soccer lives on – soccernet.com
as i tweeted the other day, i’m really trying to get into MLS this season. while i’m always at least aware of what’s going on in the league, i wouldn’t have ever been able to tell you who the leading MVP candidates are (umm… donovan?), or who the hottest sides in the league are, etc. i wouldn’t really be supporting the game if i wasn’t supporting my own country’s domestic league, would i?

so in the spirit of getting geared up for the MLS season, i highly recommend reading jeff carlisle’s fantastic piece on the culture surrounding the expansion portland timbers. while i was aware of the fervent support for the game in the pacific northwest, i wasn’t aware of how much the grassroots support of the timbers was in the club earning it’s expansion slot. nor was i in the know about the clubs awesome ties to the local microbrew culture… which, if for no other reason, is a great reason to get behind your local team.

Portland Timbers and the Timbers Army

the timbers, much like seattle, come preinstalled with a fantastic fanbase.

pep guardiola the purist and pragmatist oiling barcelona’s machine – guardian.co.uk
another early entry for article of the year, this time from the magificent sid lowe, which details the intricacies of what makes pep such a fantastic manager. nothing in the article is earth shattering or undiscussed, but what it does better than any article about guardiola (that i’ve ever read at least), is paint the complete picture of why he is so great.

though not directly mentioned so much as insinuated in the article, pep has a near-unrivaled ability to be able to strategically shift the attention on or off his squad… much like but in a slightly different way than mourinho. if barça have a negative result, he places all of the blame on himself (where fergie or jose might blame the referees). if the blaugrana win, he heaps all of the praise on the players. compliment this strategy with a club that has fully bought in on his philosophy, not to mention homegrown and collected talent that few clubs can rival, and you have an extremely lethal set of tools to work with. either way you look at it though, guardiola is central to the barcelona’s recent successes.

the slow death of english football – inbedwithmaradona.com
slowly becoming a new favorite blog of mine, IBWM drops another historical analyzation piece that appears to be their bread-and-butter subject matter. while the author perfectly illustrates the history of how professional football has become the ugly, money-hungry beast that it is today, he also foreshadows how this pursuit of profit will eventually be the cause of the league’s demise.

but before we go all platini and curse the premier league for all of the evils it creates in world football, remember that england isn’t the only country with football debt spiraling out of control. yes, england are the flag bearers of this group. but countries like spain, scotland and italy also have storied clubs teetering on the edge of extinction due to debt-leveraged glory chasing.

as much as i despise platini’s self-righteous, double-standard policies, regulating the upcoming financial fair play rules is paramount to the long-term vitality of european professional football. taking further measures will also be necessary, such as forcing the broadcasters to broadcast a more fair percentage of all teams’ games to ensure a more even spread of television revenues. this is a very real threat to every club out there, your’s and mine.

charlie davies emotional postgame interview – theoriginalwinger.com
i’m not going to say much about the video, because i can’t find the words to describe the emotion cd9 shows. the kid has truly been humbled from the hard lessons he has had to learn over the last year and a half , and you can’t help but feel good for him after a night like this. congrats charlie, that night will forever be yours.

 

wrong side XI

A fellow fan of the beautiful game and I had a colorful discussion today regarding who we both considered to currently be the best left back in the world. The two of us argued the merits and flaws of this player and that for longer than what our manager at work would have liked, yet we weren’t actually able to anoint one player as the supreme left back on the planet.

if you could pick any team you wanted, who would you pick?

After I got over the shock of not being able to “win” a soccer argument, I came to a realization…. it’s not a bad thing that we weren’t able to name just one.

Instead, I figured out that in order to actually answer a very subjective question such as “who is the best player in this position?”, we must first define a specific formation and system into which this prospective player would be inserted.

For example, it wouldn’t make any sense to place a wingback such as Ashley Cole — known for hiw swashbuckling, long runs into the attack — into a defensively-conservative system like that of Tony Pulis’ Stoke City. Similarly, an extremely skilled player like Robinho plays very well as a striker in the hole in a counter-attacking culture that’s prevalent in Italy, but didn’t fill the role well in England because he didn’t defend as much as is required by a Premier League midfielder. See what I mean?

And then it struck me: the brainchild of that conversation should be the basis for a new series of posts on wrong side of the pond. Here’s the scenario:

  • I am given the managerial reigns at a super-rich club, such as a Real Madrid or Manchester City.
  • I have an unlimited transfer budget at my disposal for transfers and wages.
  • I am free to pursue whatever transfer targets I like, regardless of price or availability.
  • All players desire to play for my club, and UEFA’s Financial Fair Play rules don’t exist (though this may be the case anyway, seeing how most teams will still find loopholes).
  • I can choose whatever formation I want, and place the players in it in whatever way I feel fits the system the best.

So with the rules now defined, you’re probably wondering just who I would pick for my starting eleven. And if you’ve asked yourself that, then you totally understand the format for my newest blog series. If you don’t, I’m picking my very own wrong side of the pond XI. Each week, we’ll cover a single position on the pitch, who I would choose, and why. And this week lay the foundation for the weeks to follow by choosing my side’s formation and tactics. Jump past the break to see how I intend to shape my imaginary squad.

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ten words or less #19

Michael Laudrup, King of the Sexy Pass.

masters of the sexy pass: if xavi is the new guardiola, then guardiola was the new laudrup.

i hate mondays. if you’re anything like me, it’s so hard to focus on one’s responsibilities as we struggle to recover from a weekend full of debauchery (a.k.a. a hangover), laziness (which requires me to turn my brain back on), and/or f.a. cup events (which, due to spurs’ early exit, has me less than invested). to help ease you back into the work week, below are some good links to use as you slack when you’re not quite productive enough.

if i designed my sunday league kits, they’d be this. – footballshirtculture.com

the forgotten barça starlet: bojan krkic. – therunofplay.com

this is brilliantly simple plan. – totalsoccershow.com

high fashion. – beautifulgear.com

soccer porn (that’s safe for work). – theguardian.co.uk

if he chooses terek gronzy over spurs, i will hate. – theoffside.com

probably won’t inspire confidence prior to a national title defense. – thecrew.com

fc borne bid for messi, bend everyone out of shape. – guardian.co.uk

asleep at the wheel

No one likes referees, certain ones in particular. They always try to ruin your fun on the field, they favor the other team, and call you for fouls you definitely didn’t commit. Even referees don’t like themselves, or so I’ve been told. Thinking about why anyone choses it as their line of work melts my brain, as I can’t see any logic in doing so.

van persie had reason to scream, along with many others, over the past few weeks.

Unfortunately, no matter how much we hate them, referees are a necessary evil. Let’s be honest, we players can’t be trusted to police ourselves. If for some reason we were left to do so, we would have infinitely more bruisers like Nigel de Jong, and virtually zero finesse players like Messi. Without them, Rino Gattuso likely would have killed someone by now.

And while I’m on this honesty kick, I’ll even admit that I think that officials actually have a pretty hard job. You’re not only expected to be the final judge on all 22 players on the field, how they’re behaving, and where the ball is in relation to the pitch, but do all of that at the same time. The modern game has become so lightening quick that decisions on offsides or late tackles occur in a span of milliseconds. That’s just a sliver of time to make a snap judgment on whether to blow, or not to blow (get your mind of the gutter) one’s whistle for a possible offence. It’s miraculous  just how often they do get the calls right.

But lately, the percentage of correct calls (or no calls) seems to have taken a sharp dip. A small sampling from just the last two weeks includes:

  • In the world’s top competition, one could expect to see the best officiating, right? Wrong.
    • The most heated and controversial call recently was van Persie’s second yellow in Arsenal’s second-leg Champions League round of 16, awarded by Massimo Busacca for “time wasting.” This despite the fact that he had the ball for less than one second before shooting it wide by just a few feet, unable hear the whistle because there are 98,000 screaming fans. Also, be sure to keep in mind that this would all be moot if Rickety Robin had been properly sent off for his earlier missed stamp on Messi. Somehow, this went unpunished as well.
    • Handling a particularly rough World Cup final to generally positive reviews (except for maybe this), the normally decent Howard Webb didn’t like the way that Shakhtar’s Darijo Srna reacted to having Daniele de Rossi’s elbow parked in his face, so he carded him.
  • clattenburg thinking really hard if he saw wazza misbehaving.

    Poor officiating has been rampant in the Premier League recently, too:

    • Martin Atkinson sent off Vidić for a second yellow, despite allowing Chelsea’s David Luiz to get away with an equally violent second yellow card offence minutes earlier. At least Fergie didn’t mind.
    • Anthony Taylor and his linesmen twice baffled the Arsenal faithful against Sunderland. First they ignored a blatant penalty when Arshavin was two-arm shoved by Titus Bramble. Then they disallowed Arshavin’s 87th minute winner because he was not offsides.
    • Superdouche Mark Clattenburg has continued on his moron march through the 2010/2011 Premier League campaign, with two major gaffes in the last two weeks. He somehow missed Wayne Rooney pile driving James McCarthy’s face, despite standing just a few yards away. Then he awarded a dubious penalty to Fulham. Why none of us expect this from Clattenburg yet is beyond me.
    • Peter Walton was charged with overseeing the midweek clash between Birmingham City and Everton, and forgot his cards in the dressing room. This one would have flown under the radar had it not been for Jordan Mutch’s 40th minute yellow.
  • You’ll get sent off for tackling a fan in a mankini who invades the pitch; even the lower leagues aren’t immune!
  • And even though they’re not from the last few weeks, I would be amiss to not mention the poor showings during the World Cup.

Look, I know these guys aren’t perfect. They’re going to miss things from time to time; it’s human nature. Poor decisions will be made and they are rarely reversed, no matter how horrid the mistake. With that in mind, you can understand when I say that my complaint isn’t really with the referees, despite their obvious involvement.

As it turns out, my complaint (once again) is with FIFA.

First and foremost, FIFA need to end the pointless policy of not allowing anyone complain about the officiating. I get why they don’t want to be advertising bitching and moaning about the refs, a part of their larger “respect” initiative, as we can’t have kids calling their referee a chav every time they don’t agree with a call. But this rule needs to be done away with for the pure reason of fairness.

After each game, leagues require that their manager and players meet with the press to answer questions about the match. “Why did you choose to do this?”, “What are your thoughts about this decision?”, and “Why did your team lose?” These types of questions not only force the players/managers to explain their actions, but also are meant to bait the players into complaining about the referee’s decisions. Bite your tongues boys, as you can expect a charge from your FA if you voice to strong of an opinion.

So what they’re doing is placing them to come and give their thoughts to the press, but still strictly forbid them from speaking their minds when they answer the controversial questions with which they are being forced to field? That’s not fair.

If the players and managers are being forced to explain themselves, why aren’t the referee’s forced to do the same thing? Make Busacca stand in front of all the mics and cameras and explain how he expected van Persie to hear a whistle over the roar of one tenth of a million people. Even more satisfying, we could drag Clattenburg into an interrogation room and make him answer for all of his bad crimes calls over the last decade.

Secondly, FIFA need to quit dicking around and start providing the refs with some help, in particular with goal line decisions. While the addition of head sets to help the referee communicate with their linesmen is a step in the right direction, utilizing end line officials in a very small percentage of the competitions is not appropriately addressing the issue. Another set of eyes can’t eliminate the human error, it just lowers it.

my tv and a dvr remote are all the technology fifa would need to give refs a hand in making the right call.

The technology already exists to give quick and accurate review of close goal line calls. It’s called HD TV and a DVR, and I use it every day in my living room. This space age technology allows me to rewind the video, slow it down, look at it frame by frame. You wouldn’t even have to stop play to verify calls, as a one of your 4th official could review and relay to the man in the middle, who can then blow his whistle if he’s been told that a goal should have been awarded. Of course FIFA thinks this technology only exists as an idea in the future, and unfortunately Sepp burned his bridge with Marty McFly years ago.

With such important issues to consider and refereeing dominating the headlines, it’s a good thing FIFA’s rules committee convened a few weeks ago. Or so you would think.

While the committee did agree that more options need to be considered with regards to technology, the only rule that they actually made during their meeting was to end the legality of snoods. Yes, FIFA would rather make sure players necks aren’t too warm than tackle more important issues like consistency or goal decisions. “Technology will ruin the game!”

Like I wrote earlier, we need referees. The game we all know and love would be difficult to call a “beautiful” without them. We know too that they are humans, and they’re bound to make some mistakes here and there. But FIFA are slacking on both holding them accountable for their decisions and in helping them to make them consistently and accurately.

Simply put: it’s time for the governing body to wake up, catch up with the times, and do it in a hurrry.

i want to be in that number!

tottenham's michael dawson and william gallas celebrate their champions league victory.

a man hug i wish i could take part in.

“…oh when the spurs… come…. marching…. in!!!!!”

it’s safe to say that i’m still on a high from last night’s result at white hart lane. and i want to apologize to those readers who aren’t spurs fans before i get too much farther, as this is nothing more than a gloating, celebratory post. as a fan, i deserve this gloating for several reasons:

  • last night was one of the most anxiety filled evenings that i can remember.
  • it’s entirely possible that i will never see tottenham make it this far on europe’s biggest stage ever again.
  • i’ve never really gloated on my blog before.

by no means was this the prettiest performance that spurs have put in this term, but it was most definitely one of their most determined.

describing tottenham’s first half as a train wreck would be kind. the side looked completely discombobulated by milan’s attacking mindset, so different from their last encounter. how they survived the onslaught in the first half, i’m not really sure. this is especially true when you consider that gomes apparently thought to himself, “tonight would be a great time to take a stroll to the edge of the box. kung-fu gallas is back there to defend my empty net!”

tottenham hostpur's william gallas clears a.c. milan goal off of the line.

this is what a heart attack looks like.

the second half was a slightly better story, as far as attractiveness goes. harry houdini made some manificent adjustments at half time, somehow tightening up the ship. this included some pivotal subbing, in particular the bringing on of a defensively-oriented gareth bale and an energized jenas for the completely gassed pienaar and an ineffective van der vaart. harry then proceeded to twitch so much in the second half that i had a seizure.

the magnificence of sandro (who, i may remind you, i think deserves to see more starts than he’s getting) and the steady consistent play of dawson and gallas in the back served as the tipping point in holding on to the aggregate lead. the men in lillywhite showed grit that even i thought they were short on.

now tottenham hotspur, that other side from north london, are the kings of milan. they made it this far, so you can forgive them –and me– for dreaming of being eventually crowned kings of europe.

for the time being, i’m intentionally ignoring the sleeping beast that likely awaits us in the quarter finals. please allow me to indulge in the sweet taste of european glory for just a bit longer. allow me to bask in the aura of a victorious european night at the lane. there will be plenty of time for me to deal with whatever monster we’ll be facing next once that announcement is made.

in the mean time, enjoy this spurs-themed, mini-ten word or less:

winning ugly is still winning. – zonalmarking.net

an artistic masterpiece depicting an on field masterpiece. – twitter.com/#/RikkiLeaks

also an artistic masterpiece. – caughtoffside.com

i’ll take this type of problem any day. – bleacherreport.com

 

ten words or less #18

now that ireland is at another new club, it was about time for him to bash his previous employers.

With the visual overhaul of the blog still ongoing, not to mention the need to continue to write for it too, I realized this morning that I reallly need to post this TWOL before the majority of these stories become outdated. If you happened to have read any of the following links already, just be sure to remember that you are not required to read them again.

A short history about baaallllllllllllsssss. – soccernet.com

Life lesson: don’t release owls during a match. – thespoiler.co.uk

I’ve never been, and never will be, this good. – youtube.com

Does anyone feel the excitement?!?!?! – soccerbyives.com

Great… a sound argument defending Allardyce-style tactics. – si.com

This is believable. – bbc.co.uk

The crazy free kick bar has been raised. – caughtoffside.com

Stephen Ireland wants to piss off everyone. – football365.com

the big (possible) switch

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but World Cup 2014 preparations in Brazil are going horribly. Construction delays are the face of the problems undermining the planning of the event, though the roots of those problems lie much deeper in the Brazilian culture.

brazil's ambitious plans are lagging far behind schedule; will they be able to get everything done by 2014?

Bribery and corruption are near-omnipresent in Brazil, and are likely at the heart of the problems surrounding the lead up to the next Big Show. So ingrained in Brazilian culture are these elements, that not even the country’s most famous son — and borderline demigod –, Pelé,  is exempt of it’s sway and influence. That’s not to mention the country’s enormous crime problem, which undoubtedly also has its roots in these ethical issues in the country’s cultural personality.

Not that we haven’t seen construction delays and budget shortfalls in the run up to major sporting events before, but the sheer volume of work needed to be completed in just over three years makes it a daunting task. According to a report from the Bazilian Audit Court, critical problems are wide ranging:

  • Several host city airports are in danger of not being able to complete renovations in time to handle the massive crowds and increased flights expected in 2014. Work at the Salvador airport has yet to begin due to problems with the bidding process… more or less meaning they haven’t yet figured out who is willing to put in the biggest bribe(s) to land the contract(s).
  • Construction is way behind pace at the stadiums too. The opening match stadium in São Paulo, which would be built and owned by domestic power Corinthians, has yet to even have its design approved by FIFA. The renovations at the renowned Maracana in Rio de Janiero, set to host the final, have only just gotten underway and are already over budget. Officials fear that all 12 locations are currently in a race against time to meet their deadlines.
  • Allegations of misappropriations of public funds for both infrastructure and stadiums are piling up on top of a withdrawal of promised private funds, further compounding issues mentioned above.
  • The stadium in the capital city of Brasília — a planned “city of the future” that was literally cut from the jungle — seats 71,000. However, after the Cup it is likely to sit vacant as the local clubs don’t have large enough followings to fill them. Echoes of post-Cup South Korea in 2002 are ringing in my ears.

After construction delays and rumors that the South Africa finals relied upon the government to fund much more than originally promised, the lack of finalized plans and financial backing at this stage in Brazil is extremely worrisome. With many of the stadia and airport renovations/constructions yet to even start or absent of proper funding, you wouldn’t be off base in wondering whether there is enough time to get it all done.

So the question that begs to be answered is: what happens if they can’t get it all done?

FIFA have luckily already set precedent for that scenario. If need be, they will move major tournaments. The moving of 1986 finals from Columbia to Mexico, where the Columbian drug lords government couldn’t afford to meet FIFA’s ridiculous financial requirements to host, is the most glaring example of a massive change on short notice. More recently, they shifted the 2003 Women’s World Cup host from China to the United States (despite hosting the previous edition) just months before the tournament was to start due to some silly bird flu.

But, do FIFA have the stones to pull the 2014 edition from Brazil if necessary? Let’s first examine why they would not want to pull the trigger on such a move.

The Brazilian federation — and more importantly, their national teams — are the pride and joy of the FIFA’s overall Fair Play initiatives. Lately, the world’s governing body has been masking their evilness by trying to promote the game in third world and underdeveloped nations, many of which have weak international credentials. Despite a majority of Brazil’s population living at or below the poverty level, their national team is the most successful in the world.

The country has become such a proficient player factory, that its citizens literally feed the world’s demand for joga bonito in their own domestic leagues. Perhaps taking a page out of America’s Manifest Destiny mantra, the Brazilians have pulled themselves up by their boots straps to get where they are today. But taking away the marquee event from a country that pride’s itself on the sport would be like a gigantic stomach punch to the entire country.

As for the money that’s already been invested by the government and private parties, pulling the World Cup out would mean that those parties were epically swindled to donate to public works projects with no payout at the end. This could easily create a lack of investing confidence in the country, running the risk of destabalizing one of the fastest growing economies on the planet.

think the rioting in libya is bad? watch what happens if you take a world cup away from a country so passionate about their national sport.

It’s also been ages since a World Cup has been held in Latin America. Since their selection was based on Sepp’s continental rotaion policy — which is meant to be fair to the fans — FIFA would tarnish their already crap image if they go back on their word. Although, maybe that would make more people start to think that FIFA can’t even pick an adequate host for its own main event. Moving the big show would be just another huge black eye for the organization… though they’ve probably grown quite accustomed to that lately.

So if FIFA have all of these reasons to not ship the tournament off to another country, why then would they consider doing it? Just like with everything else FIFA, the answer is likely as simple as money.

As much as they would receive black eye for yanking the Cup from one of it’s most successful member nations, having the Brazilians run a shoddy tournament in inadequate confines would be just as bad. Under Blatter’s guidance, FIFA have built an incredibly strong brand that companies want to utilize for their own advertising initiatives. A poorly run tournament in Brazil could easily tank that incredible value, which would ultimately scare off big money corporate investors for future tournaments.

Sure, Brazil’s economy has been one of the few bright spots in the gloomy global economy. It’s likely the only country in South America who is economy strong enough to host an event of such magnitude. But it sure ain’t the American or Chinese for that matter, either.

It’s a safe assumption to say that the capability for maximizing the value of corporate sponsorship deals for a Brazilian tournament would be drastically smaller than if it were being held in Europe, Asia or North America. Is Brazil’s middle class wealthy enough to compensate for any drop in foreign attendance due to the underdeveloped airports or fear of crime?

Listen, I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not an economist. But I can’t imagine that FIFA wouldn’t make more money by moving the tournament from Brazil to a more traditional, Western market. Of course, this likely means more money that could find it’s way into the highly ethical pockets of FIFA Executive Board members. so with the Brazilian tournament seemingly on the path to disaster, why not pull out and place it in a more lucrative location?

we know that brazil can put on a good party... whether they can do the same for a 21st century world cup remains to be seen.

Now, I’m certainly aware that from an American fan’s perspective, this kind of switch would likely be the equivalent of hitting the soccer lottery. There’s little doubt that the US would be the automatic front runner to become the replacement host, edging out the English due to our track record of sort of pulling this off for FIFA in the past. Regardless of which of the two would be chosen as the replacement, it could be seen by many as a move by FIFA to try to mend some bridges after screwing over both associations in the 2018/2022 bidding processes.

Let it be clear, too, that I am not in support of giving us the tournament that is rightly Brazil’s (Though i would certainly take advantage of the situation if it were to work out that way!) unless it’s absolutely necessary. By all means, I’d prefer we give the Samba Boys some time to get their shit together. Because if we’re being honest, a World Cup in Brazil done right could be an absolutely amazing affair. Think Carnival (flair, extravagance, and of  course boobs) combined with the Fan Zones at the Germany 2006 (cheerful socializing, beer and boobs).

Either way, I wouldn’t be surprised if FIFA pulled this move off. Whether their reasoning is for the benefit of the game or for their bank accounts, is another thing all together. And for that reason, let us hope that we don’t ever have to find out.

the long way to 10k

Way back on June 23rd of 2009, I finally bit the bullet and created what would become Wrong Side of the Pond.

This project was something that I had been thinking about doing for quite some time, but always held off because I figured it wouldn’t be worth my time to pour so much thought and effort into something that no one would really read. But thanks to some encouragement from friends (combined with me getting sick of writing the same things repeatedly in the course of one day as i exchanged emails with different groups of people about the latest gossip and events), I decided that maybe it would be worth a shot.

Upon launch, it’s not like I was expecting anything grandiose. After all, I’m a humble blogger with low expectations. But my hope was always to write about and discuss the sport I love, and see if I could at least establish a site with a decent following. Trust me when I say it’s taken quite some time and effort to even attempt that.

So with that in mind, I wanted to celebrate small a traffic milepost that Wrong Side of the Pond finally eclipsed today… 10,000 unique visitors.

Depending on how internet savvy you are, you might be thinking “awesome!”. But more than likely, you’re actually thinking “so what”. Either way, I feel it necessary to write the following reality checks to give you some perspective and prevent my ego from even contemplating a bit of growth:

  • It takes Google about 11.5 seconds to reach that same milestone each day.
  • ESPN’s Soccernet takes just under 5.5 hours to eclipse that same mark.
  • The oft linked to blog, The Spoiler, requires about 1.7 days.

So let’s be honest, my site isn’t shit yet. But everyone has to start somewhere, right?

With this milestone crossed, I’ve decided that the time is right to launch a major development. In the 22 months the site has been up, we’ve been stationed at a less than desirable “enteryoursitename.wordpress.com” address. And if you readers are anything like me, a site doesn’t really scream “read me” if it doesn’t have it’s own URL. So in order to improve it’s legitimacy and hopefully traffic too, we’re putting an end to this lack of professionalism today.

I hear by announce that the site will, from this day forward, be located at http://www.wrongsideofthepond.com! This move will make it easier for everyone to find us on the worldwide intertubes, as well as to share the site with friends/family/coworkers/complete strangers. And you might also notice a slight redesign to the site, though nothing drastic by any means.

Lastly, I’m completely aware that many of you are directly responsible for the success that the blog has had so far, and without you… well, I would have probably given up on this by now. So thank you for your continued readership, thanks for sharing the site with your friends, and for continuing to do so. If nothing else, it at least makes me feel like I’m not the only one in America who was born on the wrong side of the pond.