Revenge is Sweet. Isn’t It?

25 08 2008

We were all bored to tears with the drama that was, between Cronaldo, Man United and Real Madrid. Well, little did Madrid know, but they alienated one of their key, creative players in the process, little Robinho. Robinho was offered to Manchester United as part of the CRon deal, to lower the asking price down to 65M Euros. No one from the Madrid camp, of course, bothered to talk to Robinho about the whole situation and Robinho felt unwanted, unsure of his place in the Madrid pantheon, etc. Did Madrid coddle their star? Offer an improved salary and contract? No, nothing, nada.

 

Along comes Samba, Felipao and Big Bucks Chelsea, with an offer Robinho cannot refuse. They can double his wages as long as Madrid agrees to the transfer. Well Madrid was furious, so Robinho does his best rendition of Cristiano Ronaldo and is doing a fine job of touche while pushing his way out. He’s gone to the press, pleaded his case and frankly is playing like crap when he is forced to participate. Madrid’s President Calderon has come out now stating if Robinho wants to go, he can buyout his contract. Not the 120M buyout clause but the 45M Euros that Madrid has asked Chelsea to meet.

 

It’s going to happen. Madrid has been out played by their own player. Whodathunk? Just desserts? Did Madrid value and treasure one of it’s most precious assets? Or did they spend their time drooling over the merchandise bonanza and possibilities of Cristiano Ronaldo? Well, now they got beat at their own game.

 

And Robinho is not the only one. Vincent Company was not happy with the way Hamburg treated him at the Olympics, so now he is at Man City. Who knows what is going to happen to Rafinha at Schalke or Diego at Bremen? I say they will be leaving their respective clubs, shortly. And what about Xabi Alonso, put on the market for Garreth Barry, without his knowledge. I am sure Xabi did not appreciate this, especially since he is a damn good player. Better than Barry IMO. I saw the way Xabi played against Middlesboro. He was poor, lacked confidence, until the end when he helped bring about the last two goals. Rafa has broken his spirit, very similar to Madrid with Robinho.

 

Let’s hope that at the end of this transfer window/saga that the football clubs have learned a lesson. Running a football club is totally different than running a business. Your prized possessions, your players, are not commodities. They are human beings. Ah what am I thinking! They’ll never learn!





Soccer FC

15 03 2005

This is my opportunity to welcome all of my friends to my personal obsession: Futbol aka Soccer in this backward land of Xtreme Sports, Golf and Neck-Car being more in the public zeitgeist than the most important global sport bar-none. Welcome, and be glad that I will give you some great information, some highlights of the week and my personal opinions. A little about who I am and how I have become a fanatico.

I, like many Americans, have been on the periphery of “Soccer” for more than 20 years. As a kid I saw Pele play for the New York Cosmos and I saw Maradona play for Argentina in Mexico against England when God’s hand and EL-Pive’s gonads entered the public consciousness. It was like a time lapse picture of a generation of players, Dennis Bergkamp, Christian Vieri, Ruud Gullit, Hristo Stoichkov, Romario of Brazil and Roberto Baggio that had all taken hold of my senses but by the time that I could give the sport my undivided attention, by watching DirecTV’s coverage, my favorite players had gone or had aged badly.

Today I have imparted my passion for the game to my oldest son, my youngest is following his brother and I am happily single and free to follow my passion for the sport. I follow Arsenal because Dennis Bergkamp still manages to make his much younger Gunners better every day. Nick Hornby, who writes my favorite mainstream novels (of which Fever Pitch denotes his own Gooner-obsession) cemented my own Arsenal fanaticism. I also follow Real Madrid in Spain, AS Roma in Italy and pretty much anyone who plays an exiting, attacking game of football that reminds me of Maradona’s Argentina, Romario’s Brazil, or Baggio’s Italy in my youth. The rest is for tomorrow.

The future lies in the 2005 FA Cup final of Arsenal v ManU, the 2005 Champions League Final of AC Milan v. Liverpool and finally the summer transfer window which is my favorite time of the year. Until next season, Cheers! Go Arsenal, Go TiTi, Go Reyes and Go Totti.