12-1!

How often do you see a football game with goals in the double figures, let alone one in which one side scored twelve of the thirteen goals, let alone in which one player scored eight times? Yet that’s what happened in the Dutch second league game between Sparta and Almere City FC, helped a lot by the latter having had to play with ten men for most of the game after a dumb challenge on Sparta’s striker in the penalty box, but also by their utter incompetence at defending. Every goal they conceded fit the same pattern: attack over the right flank, a pass to the striker who’s completely uncovered and a goal. Sparta’s striker, Johan Voskamp, did well to score eight of these twelve goals but it wasn’t as if Almere’s defenders made it that difficult for him…



Now last year Sparta was still playing in the Netherland’s highest league but got relegated at literally the last moment in the playoffs, while Almere City was still known as Omniworld and not doing well then either, staying in the league by the skin of their teeth. The quality difference between the two is not that surprising, especially when you compare their history: Sparta’s one of the oldest clubs in the country, Rotterdam’s Everton to Feijenoord’s Liverpool, while Almere City has only been playing professional football since 2005 and was largely created because a “big city” like Almere needs a proper football team. Almere being one of those sleeper towns full of people having been driven out of Amsterdam but still working there, whose interests are largely still orientated towards Amsterdam as well. Almere has no real identity of its own but has been desperate to grow one, of which having a professional football club was one part. Judging by the result today the city should’ve saved its money…

Roy of the Pilgrims?!

Last week Plymouth Argyle played its first match in League One after having been relegated last year and actually won the game, but there was something else strange about the game as well: no press photographers allowed at Southampton. So The Plymouth Herald got amateur cartoonist (and city historian) Chris Robinson to do the reporting instead. One of the results you see above — not bad at all, with a nice old skool Roy of the Rovers feel to it. Not quite an coincidence that, as Robinson says he let himself indeed be inspired by that strip. And it’s not only a nice piece of nostalgia and a clever solution to a stupid club rule, but also a great refutation of Scott McCloud’s idea that you can’t have sequential art in a sequence of one…

Gio bedankt



Giovanni van Bronckhorst plays his last match ever tonight. It would’ve been nice if he could’ve ended his career by winning a Worldcup, but in any case he has had an amazing career.

Goddammit

Third time unlucky. Dammit. Crap, crap final and Holland choking once again. It’s nice for Spain to finally win a tournament but dammit we deserved more. For some reason the team never got into the game however and so the Spanish won. It’s sad but nothing to be done about it. It’s just rotten icing on the shit cake that the Spanish goal came out of an offside situation.

Oh well. There’s always the European Championships in 2012.

To be honest I’m not too cut up about it, but that’s largely because a) I never really believed in it and b) S. was taken into hospital again earlier this week so I’ve been a bit pre-occupied.

Eighty Years War revisited

If Holland wins the final tomorrow, will we be singing “one war of independence and one Worldcup”? I think, like me, most of us here started this tournament with some optimism but no great expectations after what had happened in 2008. In the European Championship Oranje started brilliant, defeating both France and Italy with devastating ease, but flamed out early against Russia. At the start of the Worldcup therefore I thought we would make it out of the group phase but was unsure about anything else. As Oranje kept winning and winning I started to hope, but I still don’t believe we will actually win tomorrow…. I want it so bad though I can taste it and with me the entire country — over twelve million people watched the semi-final out of a population of sixteen million.

Dirk Kuijt

And if we do it’s in no small part due to Dirk Kuijt, one of the hardest working men in the squad, somebody who was taken for granted before the finals and who was called on to be replaced by one of the “big four”: Robin van Persie, Wesley Sneijder, Rafael van der Vaart and Arjen Robben. Those were the supposedly best attackers in the squad, and if Kuijt was sacrifised than they could all play together. Fortunately Bert van Marwijk remained loyaal to Kuijt and he kept his place, proving his worth on several occasions. Kuijt worked hard in both attack and defence, scoring once and giving several assists, also helping save at least one goal that cou;d’ve knocked Holland out of the tournament. He’s a hard worker and completely unselfish, a good footballer but not one who has the kind of talent and skills to not have to work at it. Where van Persie is brilliant enough just to need one single moment to determine a game, Kuijt has to make the effort the full ninety minutes to do the same. He’s the type of footballer I like the most, a true Feijenoord player.



If Kuijt makes us champions of the world, the Dutch team will get a triumphant tour through the canals of Amsterdam — houseboat owners are already panicking. If it was a myth that several houseboats sank back in 1988 when Oranje became European champions, it came pretty close as the video above shows. If they win, they will arrive in Amsterdam on Tuesday and some two million people are expected to show their appreciation. I’m not sure whether or not I’ll be there, whether or not I can be there, but it would be a moment to never forget…