Goodbye South Africa, hello Brazil
July 12, 2010
So that’s the end of another tournament then. “The Rainbow Nation” has had it’s hour in the Sun, and the rightful team have gone home with the trophy. We’ve heard Mr Blatter and co tell us how wonderful the tournament has been, a complete success for FIFA, that it has been a feast of football to satisfy the world. So that’s that then, right? Not quite.
In my humble opinion, the final summed up the tournament in a nutshell. Dour, defensive tactics, a lack of goals, a lack of breathtaking saves, and the deciding factor being a mistake. Quite simply, Holland were abysmal, and although Howard Webb has come in for all kinds of abuse today in the Dutch media, they should be looking much, much closer to home. Coach Bert van Marwijk’s tactics disgraced the famous Orange shirt.
Now although the Spanish misfired their way to the trophy, they are rightfully regarded as the best team in the world at this moment. However, over the course of 90 minutes, the Dutch side should certainly be able to hold their own. The difference between Holland’s 4-2-3-1 last night, and the 4-2-3-1 adopted by the Germans was breathtaking.
Looking back over the course of the tournament, how many sides released the shackles and went for the throat? How many teams set out to entertain the planet in the “best show on Earth”? Not many. Even those bastions of pure football, the Brazilians, played a style of football more accustomed to Rome than Rio. It is little wonder then, I suppose, that the country who gave us “total football” would degenerate into animals last night. For all the criticism directed by those in orange towards Howard Webb, they are clearly blind to the favours the Rotherham man gave them by allowing them to keep 11 men on the field for 109 minutes.
There were very few truly spectacular goals, or games that we’ll remember in a year’s time (even a week’s time is pushing it!) or truly breath taking individual performances. Many have blamed this on the ball, others on the games being played at altitude, but the blame lies solely at the door of managers and players.
Perhaps we should have expected a mediocre tournament when the World decided it no longer wanted to go to South Africa because of the quite extortionate prices being charged for everything from match tickets to hotels and flights. The South Africans themselves were determined to enjoy their World Cup, and I’m sure many of them will remember the competition in a very different manner to me, but nothing is more depressing than seeing a World Cup semi final played in front of empty seats.
So now the tournament moves on, and Brazil awaits the world’s coming. As disappointed as I’ve been this last month, I cannot wait for the competition to kick off in Rio de Janeiro. Neither can, I would assume, the cameramen of the BBC…