Moved!

I will no longer be posting on this site. Instead I will be posting at www.jfootballjunkie.wordpress.com
Its the same format and the same look just another domain name.
Peace Out!
-Kpal

With Kaka Everything Is Easy

After the sorry performance Brazil demonstrated against Ecuador they had to pull out a convincing victory in order to please their frustrated followers. They did just that against bottom of the table Peru. Am I convinced with the work of Dunga’s boys? No for the very reason that the magic that enchants is still not there. On the other hand, one thing is certain that when Kaka plays Brazil shine like a brand new penny. Even while coming from injury he manages to put the whole team onto his shoulders and lead them to victory. Just like in Ac Milan when he is gone you can feel the emptiness but when he is there it is a totally different story. He brings the creativity and the vision that Brazil lacked in their previous matches without him. Everything is much easier when Kaka is there so for the sake of Brazil and Milan let us hope that he stays healthy.

Bolivia’s Sweetest Glory

Well after a very long break from this site its nice to be back and like the world of football is always spinning with out stop I see I have much to catch up to. One of the events that left me in awe was that of the result between Argentina and Bolivia, where I would have never imagined such a scandalous 6-1 defeat of Maradona’s Argentina. I checked every sports site imaginable to see whether this was a mistake or some sort of April fool’s joke. To my surprise my eyes were not deceiving me and Argentina had been humiliated by 9th place Bolivia.

It was the little guy versus the intimidating giant. A situation in which the Bolivians are quite use to and some even see it as though a curse the Bolivians have accepted. However, the roles were switched this past Wednesday in La Paz when for once the Bolivians were the giants and Argentina were the little guy receiving the abuse. They played above the clouds close to heaven and surprised every corner of the world with their football. Argentina never had a response to Bolivia’s game and only were spectators on the field as they watched the goals slip right in. One after the other and it seemed as though the  humiliation was never ending. Botero and Torrico were cold killers on the field which held no mercy to the stars of Argentina, where not even Messi was able to shine. A historic moment? Without a doubt yes, but more importantly it was a beautiful moment for Bolivia and their football.

It can be said that Bolivia played with an ally on their side: the intense altitude of La Paz. As everyone might be well familiar this has been a controversial topic in which FIFA has tried to ban the use of La Paz claiming that it is dangerous to play at such heights. There is no question in my mind that playing at those levels did influence in some way Argentina performed, but a 6-1 result is inexcusable for the Albiceleste. Bolivia were superior and no one should use the altitude as an excuse. Maradona knows that it is not an excuse for he played in the same field a bit over a year ago and supported Bolivian President Evo Morales in favor of playing football at those heights. Maybe he has changed his mind.

This Is Pippo!!!

I have been super busy so I did not get a chance to say a little something on the extroardinary accomplishment by one of my ultimate favorite players: Super Pippo. So because its a week late I will make it brief.

When you hear the name Pippo always think of a goal. For the goal accompanies him everywhere he goes. In the spring time their love blooms and the smell of goal is present when ever he is around. His vision and the taste of goal is sharp even still at the age of 35. This proves that age means nothing in this game because his killer instinct will never grow old. His 18 year career has had its rough patches but when you think he is down he rises like the phoenix that he is. It is just in his nature to come alive when Milan has needed him the most. Pippo Mio Pippo Mio… there simply is no other.

We Cry With You Casillas

He lived up to his title of San Casillas. The wings flapped out and the hands blessed by the gods of football blocked countless missiles fired from the ‘Reds’. However, with all his heart and might he could not stop the four goals that were shot passed him. It is a pity that our phenomenal keeper would have to walk out of Anfield the way that he did, with frustration and tears.

He was the only one who was at the height of this match, the only one who left everything on the field, and the only one who represented the badge with honor and dignity.  Every other player dressed in white has made a mockery of the Madridismo and what was displayed last night was unforgivable. An utterly atrocious performance and for the fifth  consecutive year the European dream is cut prematurely.  They left a poor and sorry image in Europe once again, but this defeat has to be one of the most degrading  defeats I have ever witnessed. One thing is to loose with our credibility in tact, but another is to not fight and be humiliated in such an outrageous manner. The only one that came out of Anfield with his credibility and the respect of the fans is Iker Casillas. He is one of the few players that truly feels the colors of this club and his tears are evidence of that. 

Grande Iker!!! Es el orgullo del Madridismo!!!

 

*The wound is still fresh but it must be said, Liverpool played stunning football and really did school Madrid on how a Champions League match is played. They were a flawless machine from head to toe that wanted it more from the first minute till the very last dying seconds. Hats off to Benitez and his boys.