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Off to see Mexico again. This time meeting my friend Manuel would be no problem. Or so I thought. Boarded the train at Berlin, checked the train number, the TV monitor onboard and the on train leaflet that shows the stops and all the connections. Heard different announcements on the train reeling off what I thought were the connections from the forthcoming stations throughout the journey.

All of a sudden we stopped at a station that wasn’t on the schedule! We were at Wolfsburg, and we were meant to be slightly further north at Braunschweig. I quickly found a map and realised that the connections I needed to make were in jeopardy. I approached a conductor about my predicament, he was sympathetic at first, but when I told him where I wanted to go he offered a simple shrug of the shoulders. Decided I would get off at the next station and work things out from there. Arriving at what to me was the middle of Pkv Pokernowhere, it seemed like a ghost station, and that the conductor had been right. The train I had just departed showed as running 30 minutes late, but after a frantic few minutes working out exactly where I was and finding a train timetable, all was well, I would arrive a mere four minutes later.

Once again there were thousands of Mexicans all over the city and as before a large number did not have tickets. News Madhur matka had now got out about the number of Mexicans and the chance to make some money. The going rate 30 minutes before kick off – €800!

Saturday 17th June Elze. Mannheim. Frankfurt. Kaiserslautern. Mannheim

This World Cup has seen a number of entrepreneurs join in the proceedings. The usual people offering bed and breakfast have been seen at the train stations, and around the stadium, locals are selling cold drinks. Added to this FIFA have now joined in, offering resale tickets at 15% above their face value and offering to change the name on tickets for €10.

In the Stadium Ticketing Centres, there has been a constant stream of people paying to have their name put on the ticket in order that they can enter the stadium. I felt like joining in the spirit of making money by charging them €5 to tell them not to bother.

However today, in Frankfurt a friend had his ID checked and of course it did not match the name on his ticket. They explained that he had to have the name changed on the ticket and he was forced to go through this administrative process. They did not charge him for this! I wondered what they would do if he already had the maximum number of tickets (seven) allocated in his name.

Later that evening, as I approached the stadium at Kaiserslautern an announcement was made stating that everyone should have their tickets and I.D. ready for presentation at the turnstile. If they did enforce this regulation, this would make the sale of different Football Associations’ tickets even more attractive to touts and buyers, a worrying thought as already large numbers find there way on to the black market. I had bought my ticket that evening from an American so I just had to be observant and avoid any turnstiles where they appeared to be checking I.D. No checks were carried out as I entered the stadium.

Despite having to put up with being surrounded by Americans, I enjoyed the game. Of course the comments made around me did put me off. For one of the sendings off I heard that the player “put his spikes up, and deserved to go”. And then talking to an American about Kasey Keller’s goal kicks which were going to his opposite number, I suggested that he would be better trying to put the ball out for a throw in. “Wow, can he do that, is that allowed, putting the ball out of play deliberately?” was the response I got. How long have they been playing football!

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It wasn’t supposed to be this way – a do-or-die encounter by the North Sea. It had been largely assumed that Italy and the Czech Republic would already have qualified by the team they met in Hamburg – or at least be very close to doing so.

That scenario was reinforced in no uncertain terms after the first round of matches. The Czechs bulldozed past the Americans with an emphatic 3-0 win and the Azzuri had a few scares in their 2-0 victory over Ghana but finished the game in control.

It all went wrong in the second round of games in Group E. Despite having a man advantage for most of a brutal 90 minutes against the Americans, Italy could only come away from Kaiserslautern with a 1-1 draw. To make matters worse, Ghana outplayed the highly-fancied Czechs with an impressive 2-0 win in Koln.

The stage was then set. All four teams had a Satta kingchance to reach the second round, though American hopes were by far the slimmest. A Ghana win would mean that the Africans would book their place in the last sixteen meaning that going into the game, the Czechs had to take three points to be sure while a draw for the Italians would be enough.

Confused? The Italian journalists in the media centre before the game weren’t – they were nervous.

“The other game will not be a draw,” said one of what seemed to be an entire legion of ‘La Republica’ reporters. “If we lose, we are out.”

“I don’t know what to say, I’m really nervous.” said another. “I don’t think the Czechs have a good defence and they are not a great team but I think the Italians have a mental problem these days.”

There were few problems, mental or otherwise, in the first half for Marcello Lippi’s team. Even the loss of Alessandro Nesta in the 17th minute didn’t work out too badly as replacement Marco Materazzi headed home soon after.

Pavel Nedved was everywhere in the opening period and was his team’s best player – a busy mass of blond hair trying to ensure that the day would not be his last World Cup day. The Juve midfielder tested Gianluigi Buffon a couple of times in each half but his club-mate was always up to the challenge.

Even before the sending off of Jan Polak in first-half injury time, the Czechs weren’t getting forward in enough numbers to satta king trouble an Italian defence marshalled by the fabulous Fabio Cannavaro.

The Juventus defender is certainly well-liked at home, as the official Italian FA ‘Introduction to the Italian Team’ booklet handed out to reporters testifies:

“The street urchin can do things others can’t imagine. Robbed like the others in that crazy final in Rotterdam, a samurai in Japan (chased by almond-eyed girls) and sadder than an Amalia Rodriguez fado in the Portugal of Cassano’s tears. Now comes Germany. The wall is no longer there. The dream is to sing oi’ vita mia along the Unter den Linden, the captain and the others.”

The Czechs won’t be doing so. Needing to win against an Italian team that was not only desperate to avoid defeat but had a man and a goal advantage would be a huge ask for any team and they never looked like doing it.

It seemed that passions had cooled along with the weather and the second half was a fairly subdued affair, it was more interesting, though a little strange to watch the Ghana – USA game on the television on my desk.

The Czech fans tried their best to support their faltering team but in the end it was all in vain.

Pricing up a football match is a lot like baking a pie. Get all the ingredients right and you have a sweet smelling pastry that will attract interest from afar; get the ingredients wrong, and you’re left with a concoction so inedible, even Brazilian waddler Ronaldo would refuse to eat it all.

If a full strength England were to meet a full strength Portugal, the majority of handsome, highly intelligent, sexually potent odds compilers would make England slight favourites. Decimate the Portuguese team with suspensions and injuries, and England’s odds must fall like Arjen Robben in a penalty area.

A couple of bookmakers appear to have left the ‘team news’ ingredient out of their respective pies, they’re offering England at a huge 6/5 against a Portugal side riddled with reserves. If you don’t take advantage of this oversight, you’re basically condoning their behaviour. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a bad pastry.

Big Phil may have got the better of Sven in the last two play bazaar tournaments, one more win for Scolari would allow him to take Sven home for keeps, but thanks to a card happy refereeing maniac, Portuguese dreams ended the moment Deco saw red. Take advantage by backing England to be winning at half time and full time at 13/5.

Historically, England have been the better team. The 1966 World Cup winners used Portugal as a stepping stone, and Tom Finney and Stanley Matthews once inspired the Lions to a 10-0 win in Lisbon. The more cynical amongst you may feel the need to question the relevance of form from the 1940’s, but it all adds to a feeling of genuine optimism. A 10-0 win for England can be safely ruled out, but a 2-0 victory looks bang on the money, 8/1 is available.

England have a goalkeeper of genuine quality in Paul Robinson, but his recent performances have left a question mark hanging in the air. (If it was David James, he would have flapped at it before philosophically pondering the complexities of life while Pauleta rolled it into an empty net.) An England clean sheet has been priced up at 6/4, and that’s a Peter Crouch price, it’s too big and it shouldn’t really be there.

John Terry has been lined up to deliver a motivational speech in the dressing room before the match, I’m guessing he’ll be holding a razor while declaring that bouncers don’t like it up ‘em. Terry looked wobbly against Ecuador, it’s 9/1 that he makes amends by scoring with a header.

Sven’s bold decision to play a 4-5-1 against Ecuador freed up Lampard and Gerrard as expected, but Frank hardly covered himself in glory. Lampard had such a disappointing match, at the end of the game he tried to shake hands with the ref and missed by a good five yards. Frank scoring from outside the area has been priced up at 11/2, he’s due.

I refuse to shy away from asking the tough questions. Is it true that Victoria Beckham was the inspiration for the Robert De Niro film ‘WAG the dog’? Sorry, that’s a trifle harsh, on the poor pooch. Vicky did jump up like an excited Chihuahua when Becks curled in the winner against Ecuador, hopefully, I’ll get to see her excited again. Becks threw up after scoring, a scenario I’m more than familiar with; Golden Balls is an 8/1 shot to score direct from a free-kick for the second match running.

Brazil face France on Saturday night, and the Samba Boys have to be opposed. Ronaldo may be the greatest World Cup goal scorer of all-time, but his lack of mobility will prove to be a hindrance now they finally face quality opposition. How can Brazil play with a striker who has to stay five yards in front of the last French defender, in order to keep his stomach from drifting into an offside position? He can’t use his body weight to challenge a defender, as it could lead to a charge of attempted murder. The French are the call at 4/1.

Thierry Henry was a little bit naughty against the Spanish, rolling on the floor clutching his face like he was Phil Neville in a house of mirrors. It could be that his: “Next time i’ll learn to dive maybe, but i am not a woman,” outburst after the Champions League final was actually a statement of intent. Henry glides like a ballerina and even when he scores, he has the facial expression of a lady who has ‘the decorators in’. Teri can still play though; take 7/1 about Henry opening the scoring.

I’m not going to waste your time by going into too much detail on Friday’s quarter finals, as the Argies and the Italians are such nailed on, in the bag, already past the post, absolutely raging certainties. The Friday double pays out at a healthy 10/3.

Deutschland on the Bandarqqbrink

Germany have excelled on and off the field. While almost no one dared tip the hosts as potential champions in the run up to the tournament, Jurgen Klinsmann’s men have defied the doubters to run in four straight wins and claim a place in the last eight. Madhur matka

Now the test really begins with South American giants Argentina between the Germans and a place in the semi finals.

Should the hosts lose then people will forget their impressive form to date and return to calling them not good enough and an unworthy heir to the champions of 1954, 1974 and 1990.

What might make the difference is the national fervour the Bandarqqteam has engendered. Anyone present in Germany has witnessed the extraordinary celebrations up and down the land following each German victory.

The home crowd has effectively become worth a goal start for the National Mannschaft and rode the tide of emotion Klinsmann’s team has brought to the nation.Madhur matka

Should they win again today it is hard to see them losing at all in the competition but if the South Americans emerge triumphant, the remarkable wave of German patriotism, one of the greatest one could hope to see in a lifetime, will be a mere memory in a few days.

Long Road Ahead For Asia

Asia should be thankful for Australia – though Japan may find it difficult to find any gratitude – and the fact that the newest member of the Asian Football Confederation (AFC) was the only one of the five representatives to progress past the knockout stage.

Suspicions in Europe and elsewhere that Japan and South Korea’s 2002 success was helped hugely by home advantage will not have been allayed by the fact that the traditional big four Asian nations, were, as the saying goes, “home before the postcards”.

More serious is the fact that even with Australia’s presence in the last sixteen, there is sure to be at least some pressure from other confederations to reduce Asia’s current World Cup allocation of 4.5 spots. Any decision to do so would be have a profound effect on the continent’s football scene and with Australia looking strong, one or more of the traditional powers will miss out in 2010.

It is natural that there will be postmortems as to why Asia’s traditional ‘big four’ didn’t make it to the second round and earlier this week, the AFC’s President, Mohamed bin Hamman, pointed the finger at the standard of the continent’s domestic leagues.

It doesn’t take a genius to recognize that Asian domestic leagues have to improve and not just for the sake of future World Cups. However, nobody should forget that European nations have long and rich football traditions and it is only relatively recently that leagues such as Korea’s and Japan’s became professional – Korea was the first in 1983.

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In an exiting round of Euro 2012 qualifying games, the shock of the evening’s games was France’s 1-0 home loss to Belarus in Group D.

The most exciting match was Portugal’s 4-4 draw with Cyprus in Guimaraes, where the visitors came back to gain a last-gasp point.

The big teams, with the exception of France, all had Madhur matka comfortable wins: world champions Spain cruised to a 4-0 win in Liechtenstein, the Netherlands won 5-0 away in San Marino, England defeated Bulgaria 4-0 at Wembley behind a Jermaine Togel SingaporeDefoe hat-trick, and Italy came from behind to beat Estonia 1-2.

Scotland were held 0-0 by Lithuania in Group I, Ireland defeated Armenia away 1-0 in Group B, Wales lost 1-0 to Montenegro in Group G and Northern Ireland won on the road against Slovenia 1-0 in Group C.

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While three big screens played the infamous 1973 England v Poland World Cup qualifier in its entirety, an ensemble of Polish folk, classical and rock musicians belted out a boisterous soundtrack to accompany it.

Huge Aston Villa banners slung along the sides of the Clore Ballroom gave a clue as to the evening’s instigator – Nigel Kennedy, the enfant terrible of UK classical music who became a household name in Britain twenty years ago for his unusual image: A yobby football lad, albeit with a mockney accent, who at the same time brought Vivaldi to the masses with the elan and sophistication of the finest musicians. Instead of a violin case, Kennedy preferred a carrier bag, instead of black tie, a Villa shirt.

With the Japanese season currently ensconced in its long winter hibernation, it’s time to look back on some of the movers and shakers of the 2008 season, as Soccerphile hands out its J. League awards!

Team of the year – Oita Trinita

Both Kashima Antlers and Gamba Osaka deserve accolades – the former for winning back-to-back J. League titles and the latter Indian satta for lifting an AFC Champions League/Emperor’s Cup double.

But few could begrudge the nomination of Kyushu club Oita Trinita as team of the season.

Not only did coach Pericles Chamusca Togeltransform his outfit from potential relegation candidates to a genuine title contender, but he also lifted the first ever J. League trophy in Kyushu’s football history, as Oita Trinita lifted the 2008 Yamazaki Nabisco League Cup crown.

They were rarely pretty to watch – Oita combined the best defence in the league with one of the most goal-shy attacks – but they enriched Japanese football by threatening the hegemony of teams from the Kantō plain. Long may it continue.

Best stadium – Nack5 Stadium Omiya

The name might be tragic, but Omiya Ardija’s revamped Omiya Park Stadium wins the gong for the best new top-flight ground – by virtue of the fact that it’s the only new top-flight ground.

It was actually inaugurated towards the back end of the 2007 campaign, but this being Omiya’s first full season in their new home, the Squirrels earn the crown of best stadium on the basis of a compact design, excellent sightlines and the wonderful standing terraces behind the goals.

Now if Omiya could only fill it to its 15,500 capacity on a regular basis, it may just become the fortress that Ardija officials were originally hoping for.

The fact City are four points from the drop zone of challenging for Europe makes this Abu Dhabian folly impossible for the true fan to accept. More than Alf Common’s record-smashing four-figure move in 1905, more even than the Russian revolution at Chelsea -“Terremoto (Earthquake) Abramovich”, as La Gazzetta dello Sport called it, Kaka’s move to Manchester has upset the natural order of the Beautiful Game.

Leave aside the fact that the Brazilian’s salary and transfer fee are obscene at a time of depression in England, and televised Delhi Bazaar Satta King suffering elsewhere in the world: In purely footballing terms, this is a bad deal. Unlike Chelsea, Champions League qualifiers and one of England’s top teams when Roman Abramovich’s yacht dropped anchor in 2003, Manchester City remain real underachievers.

This is the straw which should break the back of the camel, before it can enter the eye of a needle: Kaka’s move makes no sense for him in football terms. The boy from Brasilia is 26 and at the height of his powers. One of the world’s best players at one of the world’s best teams, he should not be departing the game’s premier club competition (the UEFA Champions League) and lowering his sights to join a team doddering four points above their drop zone, whatever his super-remuneration will be.

Man City need steel in defence and grit in midfield before they need a Kaka. In fact a major reinforcement in all areas is required to challenge for the Champions League and overtake established rivals with a team built from scratch, a target which seems surely out of reach for next season. And there is no guarantee the Arab arrival will bear sudden fruit. A quick transformation from PL strugglers to CL contenders? I doubt it. In England alone there are five other clubs who will have a lot to say about any new kids on the block.

Kaka at City just does not bode well. The Blues from the Eastlands already have three Brazilians who have fallen out at various times with their coach, and the rainy North-West of England is still no cultural breeze for South Americans, however open-minded and adventurous the well-bred Ricardo Izecson dos Santos Leite is. The expectation level will be enormous on one man and unless there five or six other big-money buys, it could all end in more tears.

For the man at the epicenter of this whole shebang, the risk of failure is just too high.

The sporting world is full of examples of the best players leaving the big stage for a fatter pay cheque, particularly in the days when amateur competition existed alongside professional sports.

Garry Cook, 10/07/2009 – “People have come to realise that you don’t go from 0 to 100mph in no time at all. We don’t want to be held to ransom, and have very clear directives.”

Roberto Mancini, 21/07/2010 – “The problem is that when clubs know that it is Manchester City they are dealing with the prices go up. This is not good and it is not right.”

Welcome to the real world Roberto. Basic satta king economics says that if it is common knowledge that you have a bottomless wallet potential vendors will attempt to exploit that fact to the full.

It was exactly the same last year when City relentlessly pursued Joleon Lescott (who they eventually paid stupid money for) and Roque Santa Pengeluaran HKCruz (ditto) and John Terry (who saw sense and stayed put). And don’t forget the £100m Kaka episode – they did not learn from the Robinho disaster and still don’t realise how close they came to an even bigger one with Kaka.

And they are at it again – another £100m frittered on what appear to be gambles & unneeded players. More money splashed around with more greedy sharks circling the City pleasure boat.

Jerome Boateng is a 21 year old defender who doesn’t know his best position. David Silva is a size zero waif-like winger who is not suited to the rigours of the Premiership. I hope somebody has told Silva he doesn’t get a winter break. Yaya Toure is yet another defensive midfielder in an area of the pitch where Gareth Barry, Nigel de Jong, Vincent Kompany & Patrick Viera already operate. Toure is not needed, not that good, and rumoured to be on around £200k a week.

Reportedly on the blue radar are Aleksandar Kolarov, a left back who will presumably displace Wayne Bridge, James Milner, the most overrated & expensive utility man in the world, and Mario Balotelli, the wild child of Milan who has triggered this “ransom” whinge.

The night was overcast and the area around Royal Bafokeng Stadium was poorly lit.

We just made a huge trip just in time to catch England’s match against the United States at the World Cup last summer, even though we didn’t realize that an incredibly slow ride was underway. in Rustenburg of Johannesburg he is not compared only to the endless story of the way back.

Two hours after the last whistle, we were still waiting for us to leave the parking lot, or the abandoned land was inhabited by many fan cars who visited 42,000 places; Rustenburg does not have satta king a train station.

What does FIFA think about handing over the World Cup in such a place? A real nightmare for fans, by far the most unpleasant of the six World Cup finals I’ve attended. Then I got the answer – a Togel Online military helicopter, headlights shining in the dark, flying above the ground. The door opened and the security post brought US Vice President Joe Biden to the stadium.

Biden undoubtedly has five-star experience in the World Cup, as do all FIFA dignitaries, and television channels do their job in bombing games in the homes of people around the world.

But what about the real fans, this winter we were there in person in South Africa. Does anyone know about our experience of the World Cup? Speaking of winter, and in South Africa the thermometer dropped to zero for several nights, the 2022 Winter World Cup in the Middle East now seems more likely when the International Players’ Union has tasted it.

No it may just become the fortress that Ardija officials were originally hoping for.

Best supporters – JEF United

Whether from Chiba, Ichihara or anyone else within the region, JEF United fans packed Fukuda Denshi Arena on a consistent basis, despite the fact that their team spent virtually the entire campaign languishing in the relegation zone.

Full houses at home lead to crucial victories over the likes of Kashima Antlers and Urawa Reds, and when United went 2-0 down to FC Tokyo on the final day in a match they had to win in order to avoid Indian satta relegation, their legion of yellow-clad fanatics willed the team home to an incredible 4-2 come-from-behind victory.

Ultimately JEF United stayed up by the seat of their pants, and some of the credit should go to their vociferous supporters.

Worst kit – Tokyo Verdy

Tokyo Verdy’s monochrome eyesore was a blight on the league. If the dire football on display from Tetsuji Hashiratani’s team didn’t have neutral fans praying for their relegation, then Verdy’s garish green garb surely did.

Biggest dummy spit – Marcus Tulio Tanaka

Marcus Tulio Tanaka’s laughable post-match dummy spit after Gamba Osaka had beaten Urawa Reds at Saitama Stadium in May was hilarious… until Tulio’s incredible outburst lead to a nasty clash between Reds and Gamba supporters that resulted in 30 million yen worth of fines handed down to both clubs.

Tulio and Urawa team-mate Ryota Tsuzuki top the standings for the most “hysterical dummy spits” in the league, although Reds fans themselves earn a mention for the deafening jeers they lavished on their team following Urawa’s stunning final-day 6-1 home defeat to bitter rivals Yokohama F. Marinos.

Worst signing – Marcos Aurélio

Hard to look beyond Shimizu S-Pulse striker Marcos Aurélio, whose zero goals scored despite being the top-paid player at the club inevitably lead to his departure to Brazilian side Coritiba at the end of the season.

Most frequent flyer – Gamba Osaka

Gamba Osaka coach Akira Nishino could be forgiven for despising the sight of airport lounges after his team set off on a jet-setting cavalcade that would have made Marco Polo blush.