Ketsbaia Posted June 9, 2014 Share Posted June 9, 2014 Colombia's group is ridiculous to predict. All 4 will expect to go through, its fascinating. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flip Posted June 9, 2014 Share Posted June 9, 2014 Colombia's group is ridiculous to predict. All 4 will expect to go through, its fascinating. I think Ivory Coast and Colombia are a tad too strong. I love Japan, respect Greece organization, but the other teams have players that can make things happen both offensively and defensively. * Two interesting things happened in Brazil today. Bosnias manager luckily escaped a robbery attempt as three guys on motorcycle drove up to them when the Bosnian team split in their walk back to the hotel. Luckily the police managed to see it and chased the guys before they could even attempt a robbery. And Mexico's bus broke down so the players had to take taxi's to training. Immense pictures as 15 taxi's or so escorted by police arrived at the training ground in Santos Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaizero Posted June 9, 2014 Share Posted June 9, 2014 http://youtu.be/Iy1rumvo9xc I think of Pardew during this, class advert though. Good ad. They even got the offices of FIFA to look just right. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flip Posted June 9, 2014 Share Posted June 9, 2014 Great clip going around in Brazil with Schweinsteiger and Neuer jumping around with local Bahia fans chanting 'Bahia, Bahia Bahia' Love when players interact with fans like that, it's waht the World Cup is about. (apart from Brazil winning it of course) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
joeyt Posted June 9, 2014 Share Posted June 9, 2014 Great clip going around in Brazil with Schweinsteiger and Neuer jumping around with local Bahia fans chanting 'Bahia, Bahia Bahia' Love when players interact with fans like that, it's waht the World Cup is about. (apart from Brazil winning it of course) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
joeyt Posted June 9, 2014 Share Posted June 9, 2014 Bastian speaking English. Bet he regrets not joining us now Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
LucaAltieri Posted June 9, 2014 Share Posted June 9, 2014 Bosnias manager luckily escaped a robbery attempt as three guys on motorcycle drove up to them when the Bosnian team split in their walk back to the hotel. Wondered how long that would take. Thieving buggers, Brazilians. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flip Posted June 9, 2014 Share Posted June 9, 2014 Bastian speaking English. Bet he regrets not joining us now Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
loki679 Posted June 10, 2014 Share Posted June 10, 2014 This cunt started yet? Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TaylorJ_01 Posted June 10, 2014 Share Posted June 10, 2014 no, you stupid cunt. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flip Posted June 10, 2014 Share Posted June 10, 2014 2 days and couple of hours Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TaylorJ_01 Posted June 10, 2014 Share Posted June 10, 2014 2 days and couple of hours Going to Lidl after work to get massive WC crisp drums and mini-kegs. Hopefully they are still selling them. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flip Posted June 10, 2014 Share Posted June 10, 2014 2 days and couple of hours Going to Lidl after work to get massive WC crisp drums and mini-kegs. Hopefully they are still selling them. Sounds excellent. Thursday after-noon I'll go into hibernation and won't come out until we've won a game in the World Cup. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Segun Oluwaniyi Posted June 10, 2014 Share Posted June 10, 2014 2 days and couple of hours Going to Lidl after work to get massive WC crisp drums and mini-kegs. Hopefully they are still selling them. Sounds excellent. Thursday after-noon I'll go into hibernation and won't come out until we've won a game in the World Cup. It will be a long five days. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flip Posted June 10, 2014 Share Posted June 10, 2014 2 days and couple of hours Going to Lidl after work to get massive WC crisp drums and mini-kegs. Hopefully they are still selling them. Sounds excellent. Thursday after-noon I'll go into hibernation and won't come out until we've won a game in the World Cup. It will be a long five days. Will be healthy though. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
geordiedean Posted June 10, 2014 Share Posted June 10, 2014 2 days and couple of hours Going to Lidl after work to get massive WC crisp drums and mini-kegs. Hopefully they are still selling them. Kegs of Bucky that's the norm for Wishy Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dinho lad Posted June 10, 2014 Share Posted June 10, 2014 Gentlemen, Before you all go... nuts.. over the world cup, please remember this thread: http://www.newcastle-online.org/nufcforum/index.php/topic,59412.0.html Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dinho lad Posted June 10, 2014 Share Posted June 10, 2014 Didn't realise Blefuscu started that thread. Forget it. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TaylorJ_01 Posted June 10, 2014 Share Posted June 10, 2014 Gentlemen, Before you all go... nuts.. over the world cup, please remember this thread: http://www.newcastle-online.org/nufcforum/index.php/topic,59412.0.html I intend to survive on healthy, veggie, falafel wraps in between the momentous crisp intake. I'm hoping I won't balloon. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nexumaster Posted June 10, 2014 Share Posted June 10, 2014 Just drew Cameroon in the work sweepstakes. FFS. Got to hope they get battered to win a consolation prize for the team with worst points and GD. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Trumpet Posted June 10, 2014 Share Posted June 10, 2014 Thought this was a brilliant read. What world cup is all about. By Martin Fitzgerald I’D LIKE TO INTRODUCE YOU TO SOMEONE. His name is Ebi and he’s from Iran. Ebi was born in Tehran in 1980, a year after the National Revolution and just two weeks before Iran got caught up in a war with Iraq that would last the next eight years. This is the context that Ebi was born into. A child doesn’t notice context though, context only becomes relevant in later life. A child only notices his streets, his neighbourhood, his friends, his family. Ebi’s childhood was full of all those things – children making their own entertainment, playing out, devouring every inch of the locality and knowing it as home. Ebi played football. Ebi played football for hours on the streets of Tehran. And then a child starts to notice. A visit from relatives in Germany, relatives with toys, relatives with material from another world. Terminator, The Pink Panther and Tom & Jerry. Images that weren’t from home. And then a child starts to notice. “We, me and my friends, we started to think that people in the west were living in a happier way. We felt the limits in Iran, we felt we weren’t free” The teenage Ebi met girls. The teenage Ebi then realised he wasn’t allowed to meet girls, realised he couldn’t walk down the street with girls. “As you get older you start to notice the things you’re not allowed to do, the girls and boys go to separate schools, you’re kept apart.” His friend had an illegal VHS player. They did what teenage boys the world over do, they waited until his parents went away and they watched a video. Secretly, furtively, checking the doors to make sure unwanted parents aren’t home early. They watched Titanic. They watched Titanic and they cried. Well played, Celine Dion. His name is Ebi and he’s a footballer. Football. You were allowed to watch football in Iran. In 1990, Ebi watched the World Cup. In 1990 Ebi watched Maradona for the first time. “He was like my hero, my everything” At aged 11 his Dad took him off the streets and registered Ebi for a summer football school. 11-a-side, pitches, coaches, tactics – organised football. Ebi played every position and settled on midfield. Everything revolving around Ebi, his head spinning. Ebi was good, Ebi was a footballer. Football as a way out, a distraction from life. A familiar story. “I was really trying hard, I really wanted it.” Ebi went through the system – under 15s, under 17s, under 19s. An unstoppable force, making the grade at each level. Ebi was proud, Ebi was achieving. And then Ebi got what he wanted. He signed for Niroo Zamini FC, the army’s team in the Azadegan League, Iran’s equivalent of The Championship. Just one more goal, the next step up – the Iran pro-league. There were trials, there were near misses, but the Pro League proved one step too far. Contemporaries of his were getting signed, moving on. His friend Masoud Shojaei got a move to La Liga to play for Osasuna. His friend Rahman Ahmadi got called up by the national team to play in goal. You’ll be able to follow Ebi’s friends Masoud and Rahman at the World Cup this year in Brazil. Ebi still tried though, he didn’t give up easily, despite the movement around him. “It was my everything.” There’s that phrase again. Ebi (far right) with his friends in Tehran in 1998 Ebi (far right) with his friends in Tehran in 1998 His name is Ebi and he’s a refugee. Two bad injuries later and increasingly it looks like football isn’t a way out. Finally, he gives up. The dream he had let football become was over. He got a job working for his uncle. Back down to earth. And then a child notices. “It happened very suddenly, I wasn’t a political person.” The 2009 election in Iran was an opportunity to change things but the change didn’t come. Allegations of voter corruption and bribery – democracy as an illusion. The morning after the result was announced Ebi was travelling from North West Tehran to South West Tehran. He comes across a huge demonstration on behalf of the opposition parties. Ebi understands the protest “Where is our vote, everyone understood this to be corrupt” Ebi phones work – “I’m not coming in today, I’m busy” Ebi never goes to work again. Every day for two weeks, Ebi goes to wherever the protest is and demonstrates. Every day for two weeks, Ebi sees people getting shot, people being arrested. “It was like hell, you didn’t know what was going to happen the next minute.” Why didn’t you just forget about it and go back to work? “I was angry, like everyone else, we were all angry. Millions didn’t care, they carried on going back to work. But I was trying to change something, I was trying.” The national TV coverage distorted and sanitised the protest, alternating points of view that there was no protest and any unrest was the fault of outsiders intent on trouble. “I didn’t care anymore, you get to the point, you go to the street and see all these things and then watch it on TV and it’s a different story.” But, via satellite, Ebi started to watch the BBC. Ebi started to watch CNN. They were telling the other side of the story, Ebi’s side of the story. Fresh motivation, a message being carried to the wider world. Someone was watching. “I wanted Iranians abroad to come back home, come and fight for our country.” There was momentum in the Western media, something had to happen, something had to be resolved. This was the story. But then Michael Jackson died. And then that was the story. Michael Jackson died and the media moved on to something else. Momentum lost. The story over. Suppressed internally and externally. Word got to Ebi that he had been recognised. People were looking for him. He disappeared, took refuge in his own country and waited it out. He heard they came to his family’s house, intent on finding him. “This is when I understood this is real.” He knew he had to leave, he knew he couldn’t wait it out. He escaped in a lorry and crossed the border to Turkey and spent a few days trying to work out what to do with his life. The advice was simple – stay in Turkey or think of something else, you can’t come back. His decision wasn’t his, his decision was made for him by people with access to limited opportunities. That decision was England. With help from the exiled Iranian community in Turkey, Ebi secures a fake passport and flies to Heathrow. Within two days of arrival he walks into a London police station and speaks the only words in English he has learnt – “I am a refugee.” They don’t believe him. “You’re dressed too smart”, they said. The whole process from stumbling across the demonstration on the way to work to arriving in London is no more than four weeks. Again – “It happens very suddenly, I wasn’t a political person.” But then a child notices. Ebi is sent to Birmingham whereupon he undergoes a four-month process to state his case. Ebi is successful, Ebi is granted refugee status. He can stay. Well played, Birmingham. 18 months later he walks into Seetickets, where I work, and asks for a job. His English is much better now and he’s been here ever since. Terms like “refugee”, “asylum seeker”, they’ve become at best empty, at worst loaded. But what must it feel like to be displaced? To be different? In Ebi’s first winter in England you may have found him shouting at ducks in a lake. You may have thought he was mad, you may have thought he was drunk, you would have been forgiven for thinking he was different. But Ebi had never seen ducks swimming in a semi-frozen lake before. Ebi was trying to save the ducks. So those bloody refugees, eh? Having the courage to stand up for what they believe in, leaving everything they’ve ever known and loved to flee for their lives, coming over here and shouting at our ducks, OUR BRITISH DUCKS! The nerve of them. His name is Ebi and he supports Iran Of all the nations that have qualified for the World Cup do you know which one had the highest attendances during the group stages? It was Iran, over 100,000 watched every group game at home. Iran is football-mad. Ebi is football-mad. And despite everything, Ebi has clung on to football. From the streets of Tehran, to the summer school, to the grass pitches, to Niroo Zamini FC, to finally being here in England looking forward to the World Cup – Ebi has clung on to football. It’s never left him and he is right behind his team, a team that includes his former friends. “A successful Iran would create a positive image. It’s a beautiful place with beautiful people. All you hear are the bad things.” Ebi has been victim of racism and prejudice since he came to the west. “If they do well, it makes us look better than we look now. Maybe it will change people’s opinions.” More than anything else though, Ebi wants them to do well for the people he left behind. “It will make the people happy. It will be the product of the people and the talent, not a production of the government.” “It will make the people happy.” I’d like to introduce you to someone. His name is Ebi: http://www.theanfieldwrap.com/2014/06/iran-id-like-introduce-someone/ Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
aussiemag Posted June 10, 2014 Share Posted June 10, 2014 http://resources3.news.com.au/images/2014/06/10/1226949/481015-98793a3a-f04e-11e3-94a8-09c2117d0a9e.jpg Australian betting companies are getting in on the "any publicity is good publicity" band wagon Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
LucaAltieri Posted June 10, 2014 Share Posted June 10, 2014 http://resources3.news.com.au/images/2014/06/10/1226949/481015-98793a3a-f04e-11e3-94a8-09c2117d0a9e.jpg Australian betting companies are getting in on the "any publicity is good publicity" band wagon I was reading about the Aussie coach and his track record, style of play, and forward-thinking mentality. They're obviously still going to be butchered but it will be interesting to see if they actually try and play some decent football. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
SEMTEX Posted June 10, 2014 Share Posted June 10, 2014 Watched south korea vs ghana yesterday. Feel sorry for oldtype. He's in for a shit couple of weeks. [/rightthread] Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
oldtype Posted June 10, 2014 Share Posted June 10, 2014 Watched south korea vs ghana yesterday. Feel sorry for oldtype. He's in for a shit couple of weeks. [/rightthread] I don't understand why we're so bad Oh well, we lost to Ghana in the last friendly before the tournament in 2010 as well and we still made the knockouts. Maybe we'll be lucky again. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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