Soccer Hipster: Matchday 11 Preview

  • Barcelona is fine. They lost last week to Celta Vigo but Celta has the offensive players who can convert the limited, but very real, chances that Barcelona gives their opponents every week. Almería on the other hand has one strength listed on whoscored.com, “creates long shot opportunities”. That’s a fine skill, but when it’s their only one it seems more like the folks at whoscored could just say “they’re going timber” under team profiles. You won’t get good odds so don’t bet on it but Barcelona will win by at least 2 goals.
  • Rayo Vallecano has made the philosophical decision that they will not sit deep against the big clubs, which is awesome. That fact is also why according to bet365 you’re only getting 1.17 odds (all odds from bet365) for Real over 2.5 goals against them this weekend at Bernabéu. Bale returns and assists on one of CR7’s 2 goals in an easy win for Los Blancos.
  • The Eibar story has been the most entertaining part of La Liga for me this season. This small town in the mountains of the Basque Country, with a stadium that only holds 8,000 people is currently 10th in the league. They’ve done it by defending well and converting on set pieces and counter attacks. This hasn’t been the most attractive football, but they’re not parking the bus either. Their hosts this weekend, Malaga are seventh in the table largely due to their 4 straight wins against relegation candidates. Eibar is a cut above that group. Bet the draw at 3.75 and the Eibar win at 6.00.
  • When the Spanish FA calls me up to ask for my help in growing the popularity of their league in America, the first change we’re making is to stop playing exciting matches Sunday afternoon. The fixture between Valencia and Athletic Club is the best of the weekend and it falls at 1 PM on the East Coast. Athletic Club are better than their position in the table but they had a Champions League game in midweek and Valencia is the only team that might disrupt the top three from last season. The Valencia win at 1.62 isn’t worth it but the win/win (leading at halftime and at the end of the match) at 2.40 with the way Valencia flies out of the gate is good value.
  • I have a soft spot for all three Basque sides but Real Sociedad deserves their spot in the relegation zone. They have too much quality to go down but not enough to beat the visiting Atletí this weekend. Atletico Madrid will win and there will be under 2.5 goals, but at 1.80 and 1.73 respectively those odds are not good enough to play. If either of those jumps above 2 before the match (like after Real Sociedad announce David Moyes as their new manager) then get your money down.

To summarize:

  • Bet
    • Eibar to win at 6 and to draw at 3.75
    • Valencia win/win at 2.4
    • Atletico Madrid Real Sociedad under 2.5 goals if the line goes to 2.0 or above
    • Atletico Madrid to win if the line goes to 2.0 or above.

Soccer Hipster Matchday 8: Eibar is Johnny Rotten

During the International break the soccer hipster was able to take in more than his usual share of live music. The Cutting Edge is where the hipster lives but he does have a soft spot for singer-songwriters. There were many promising songs among the sets that were experienced but to an artist they all included covers of the English Premier League of singer-songwriters.

The famous “wordsmith” in question, like the premier league, is extremely popular, mostly because of good marketing that created scores of semi-cool evangelists who preach that depth and meaning can be found in the performance. Just like many uninitiated adopt the ugly, brutish football of Chelsea as the definition of the form, the uncultured become ensnared by Neil Young’s obtuse, cynical lyrics. My, My, Hey, Hey EPL? More like Boring, Boring, Dumb Dumb.

Atletic Club Will Finish Top of the Basque Country Table

At the start of the season most would have ranked the teams from the Northeast Athletic Club, Real Sociedad, and then Eibar. After most of matchday 8, it looks as though it’s Eibar that’s close to the Champions League places, while Atletic Club are in danger of falling into the relegation spots.

Eibar had the most encouraging 3-0 loss in the Camp Nou possible. Coming into the match Eibar was tied with Real and the Atletí on goals. They lived up to the reputation as their 5-3-2 formation was difficult for Barcelona to break down. While this sounds like parking the bus, they transitioned nicely during their few opportunities to go forward. One of their central defenders would step into the midfield and their fullbacks do a nice job making overlapping runs with their outside midfielders, making it look like a 4-4-2.

There wasn’t much of that on Saturday, but they did manage to create two or three chances that, if they had converted would’ve made Barcelona sweat. Eibar won’t finish in the top half but will comfortably avoid the drop if they remain injury free.

Athletic Club is not the same team that qualified for the Champions League last year. This is not surprising considering they lost their best player, midfield maestro Ander Herrera, to Manchester United. That loss would’ve been difficult for any team to fill, but it’s especially damaging when your club’s policy is to only field players from the Basque region. They’ve struggled to adapt, but their performance in the 1-1 draw against Celta Vigo at the San Mamés this weekend indicates that they’re starting to put things together.

They held high-flying Celta offense to only 2 chances while creating 10 on their own. (sqwaka.com) These chances mostly came in the form of crosses from the wings rather than the pinpoint passes that we grew accustomed to seeing Herrera deliver last year but that can also be a winning formula for this tough Bilbao side.

They won’t qualify for the Champions League again since they are not on the same level as Valencia, Sevilla and Villareal, but they will start to pick up wins going forward. Come end of the season, Atletic Club will be pushing for a Europa League berth.

Prediction: Real Madrid 2-1 Barcelona for the upcoming Clasicó

BeIn Sports has had a ticker in the corner of the screen since the start of the season, reminding us exactly how much time there is until the match between Real Madrid and Barcelona at The Bernabeau this weekend. Note to BeIn Sports, if I’m watching the Athletic Bilbao Celta Vigo match, I’m probably plugged in enough to know when the two best sides in the world play each other.

Dumb marketing aside, I’m really looking forward to this match. Barcelona is yet to play team in the league that can push them. This match will show that the zero goals allowed in the league to this point in the season is a function of great goalkeeping and 70% possession not a testament to their shaky back line.

Two of the chances Eibar created on the weekend involved the striker peeling off Pique and making a run in behind to receive an over the top ball. It’s possible that Pique was casual because of the opponent, but his positioning will need to be much better Saturday because Rodriguez, Modrić and Kroos will pick out those passes and Benzema has the quality to finish them.

Real Madrid are far from solid defensively. They still look lost when marking on set pieces and they struggle to organize when teams hit them on the counterattack. If Barcelona has an area they need to improve in their attack, it’s converting chances from free kicks. While they’re more physically imposing than they were in the Guardiola era, the only threats they have on crosses come in the form of their defensive players. Against most teams, moving defenders forward on a set piece is a fairly minor risk but against the European Champions, who have multiple players who can play long passes and convert their opportunities, it is much more dangerous.

Messi and Ronaldo will each create a goal, because they’re irresistible forces of nature. The difference will be the other 20 men on the pitch, culminating in missed headers from Barcelona and a poachers goal for Benzema.

Soccer Hipster Matchday 7: Give Me Something to Break

Recently Steven Sodergergh posted a version of “Raiders of the Lost Ark” in which he stripped out the color and replaced the sound with “… a score designed to aid you in your quest to just study the visual staging aspect.” The Internet has been abuzz with this, but what Soderbergh did was hardly original. The Soccer Hipster has watched all matches with “Significant Other” by Limp Bizkit instead of the announcers, the color stripped out and with the monitor turned upside down since learning that Josef Von Sterberg of 1930s German cinema fame did this. Just as Sternberg wasn’t recognized as genius until later in his life, the Soccer Hipster’s films have not yet been accepted into the film festivals required to gain mass recognition. Luckily for you, the lack of press tours gives me time to screen La Liga.

Jump on the Valencia bandwagon while there’s still room

On Saturday Los Che hosted Atlético Madrid at a raucous Mestalla in a match that ended 3-1 for the hosts. That scoreline is due, largely, to a scorching first 15 minutes from Valencia during which the Rojiblancos conceded a comical own goal then proceeded to let in two more. The first was on a beautiful run by André Gomes who finished near post a minute after the first tally, and the second a powerful header off a corner kick by Otamendi before Atlético could get their bearings.

From that point forward the visitors controlled the match but managed only one goal, a 29th minute Mandzukic header off a parry by Diego Alves from a Tiago Mendes shot.

If the Spanish champions controlled the match, other than the initial blitzkrieg, why am I talking about the Valencia bandwagon? They are a tier below the top three in the league this year, but their average squad age is under 24. In addition, after years of financial difficulties they are on the verge of being financially sound again and have two fiery, defensive, players; center back Nicolás Otamendi and keeper Diego Alves
The 26 year-old Argentine,Otamendi is one of the few Spanish defenders physically imposing enough to handle Mario Mandzuikic. More importantly, the South American has a French-looking hairstyle and hikes his shorts up high. After he crushes players while skying for a header, he then yells at his opponents for having the gall to get their back in the way of his knee.

Diego Alves, in comparison, makes Otamendi look calm with his nuclear bomb intensity. Twice during the match the Brazilian keeper yelled at Atléti players for brushing him after claiming the ball.  It’s no surprise then that I was able to hear Alves’ primal scream from my futon in Houson after his penalty save in the 45th minute that kept his save percentage on shots from the spot around an absurd 50%.
Los Che may qualify for the Champion’s League this, but in 2 seasons, don’t be surprised if they’re the outsider pushing Barcelona and Real for the title, not the Rojiblancos.

Celta Vigo Crash back to Earth

Coming into weekend Celta Vigo was undefeated in the league and level on points with Real Madrid. The Galician club had reached this position while playing attractive football; using the full width of the field, patiently switching sides on their opponents until an opportunity presented itself. Rather than holding the middle of the field, like Barcelona does, the center of the pitch was treated the same way Iowa is treated by a banker flying from LA to NYC, a place to skip over.

When Villareal handed Celta a 3-1 defeat at home in the Balaídos, it was clear that those tactics are not more than just a wrinkle that Eduardo Berizzo believes will give his club an edge. They are a necessity if they are to takes points from bigger clubs.

In a match where Celta had 67% possession(whoscored.com) Villareal was clearly the better team. Os Celestes looked good early on, knocking the ball around their back line which, in contrast to how most Spanish sides play, was flat when they had possesion. The width mitagated the press from Villareal’s strikers, since it was too much ground for them to cover effectively. This allowed their fullbacks the space to initiate the attack by linking up with their wingers. When they ran into a wall on one flank, they would quickly switch fields, and run at the other.

Had they only used this tactic, they may have picked up points. Unfortunately the temptation to play the ball to their central midfielders, was too strong. Seemingly every time Celta’s midfield had possession of the ball in the center of the pitch Villareal was fast to disposses them and attack on the break, allowing them to by-pass Celta’s formidable man-marking defense.

Credit to Celta for playing an entertaining style, many clubs would have taken limited resources and produced anti-football, but they don’t have the horses to stay at the top of the table for much longer.

Move along, nothing to see here

Rayo Vallecano promised to “play football” with Barcelona and they did, losing 2-0 to the Blaugrana at the Estadio de Vallecas. Messi and Neymar scored a minute apart from each other in the first half then Barcelona took their foot off the gas and passed the ball around until time ran out.

Los Blancos, on the other hand, threw the hammer down on the accelerator and did not throttle back until Ronaldo had a hattrick and Benzema a brace in 5-0 beating of Athletic Club. The faithful at the Bernabeu loved it and so did the players. After CR7’s first, Ronaldo, James and Marcello all did a little dance together and every finish was all smiles from there on out. Such was the spirit of giving that when Ronaldo was through on goal, rather than beat the keeper , he laid it off to Benzema who slotted it home for his second.

With Eibar next week for the Catalan Giants and Levante for the European Champions, the next close league match for these two won’t be until the Clásico on the 25th.

Soccer Hipster Matchday 6: You Can’t Come Home Again

On Friday night, rather than expressing myself through my art I chose to experience the cover band at the bar across the street. During their set they played a song that I hadn’t heard since college; “Zombie” originally recorded by The Cranberries. At the conclusion of the song I ran home and put in my tape of “No Need to Argue” and listened to side A three times in a row. From the feeling of an Irish conflict band I was inspired to create a new drink. This drink has elements that speak to the complex nature articulated in the tape. While I rarely reveal my secrets, I’ll let you, dear reader in on the recipe for this one. 2 parts Tito’s vodka, 1 part Cranberry Juice, 1 part Seltzer water. I call it a cranberry vodka. With this mind-blowing beverage in hand at 9 AM on Saturday and Sunday morning I settled in for the most sophisticated experience of the most sophisticated league in the world.

Come Home Cristiano

Imagine you used to live with someone. You had a good couple of years but life happened, and you had to move on. Some years later, while walking out of your home, you look up and there’s a plane flying above your neighborhood with a banner professing your former partner’s desire to get back together.

On Saturday, during Real Madrid’s 2-0 victory over Villareal, that is exactly what a set of Manchester United fans did to poor CR7. In the first half a banner flown above El Madrigal read “Come Home Cristiano”. Let me go out on a limb and say that one of the two best players in the world is probably not leaving the defending European champions to go play for the seventh best team in England. Go home and sleep it off United. You’re embarrassing yourself.

Sevilla the Pretender

Heading into the weekend Sevilla were one of three teams tied for the league lead in points but showed they do not have a realistic shot at the title this year, taking a 4-0 beating at the hands of the Atletí at the Calderon.

In what felt like an EPL match from 2005, both teams went out and tried to execute the same game plan, get the ball forward quickly and convert on their chances. This direct approach is what has been working for the Andulucians all year; given their success, it’s hard to fault them for sticking to their guns for this match. Unfortunately, they ran into the team that is currently the best in the world with this tactic, essentially attempting to win a battle of the bands against ACDC by playing “Back in Black”. We’ve seen what happens when you try to pass with Barcelona, and this is what happens when you try to play vertically against Atlético Madrid.

Despite this defeat, Sevilla supporters have reason to be optimistic. Last year Atlético were able to take the title, in part, because this style creates problems for Barcelona and Real Madrid. Los Blancos in particularlook vulnerable in defense. Sevilla will not win the league this year, but they should take points off of clubs in the top tier of La Liga.

A Cold Wednesday Night in Stoke

At some point this season a Spanish side will dismantle an English team in Europe. The English media will scramble to explain why an EPL team was not able to play beautiful passing football with the likes of Barcelona. Multiple English commentators will put forward the argument that “If Barcelona had to go to Stoke on a coldWednesday night in February, they’d be forced to build a team with less skill and more hard men.” The Valencia-Real Sociedad one all draw this weekend at the Anoeta showed that kicking the other team is alive and well in Spanish Football.

I marked this match as one to watch to see if Valencia’s spot at the top of the table was justified and truth be told, I still have no idea. The match was brutal to watch. 30 fouls with 8 yellow cards produced a start-stop contest that was impossible to get a feel for and left me bored for long stretches. If you put Aston Villa and Sunderland kits on the players and inserted English commentators who bitched that the referee is too quick to  blow the whistle these days, then I wouldn’t have known the difference.

I do know that Real Sociedad’s record is worse than the quality of their squad. Their 4-2 victory over Real Madrid at the start of the season was not a fluke and neither was failing to take points out the Elche match.  They are good at hitting quick on the break, take a lot of long shots and play early diagonal balls into the box from the wing that are enticing for strikers to run onto while being a nightmare to defend. Admittedly, these are low percentage chances, but they produce a truckload of them every match. Due to the randomness of converting they will have scoring binges and droughts. Eventually, this should land them in the top half of the table, possibly pushing for a European spot.

Could Messi and company take 3 points from Hull on a cold Wednesday night? I don’t know, but it’s not guaranteed that Man City would get a result if they travelled to the Basque country on a sunny afternoon.

 

Ryder Cup 2014: A Note to the Captain

fadeaway3 wrote this but was unable to get this posted. 

A Note to Tom Watson

I was up at 0330 with a pot of coffee. Yes, the Ryder Cup is back with all of its rich tradition, high-flying emotions and remarkable golf. Unfortunately, the United States has a few bad traditions that they just cannot seem to shake.

We struggle with foursomes. We typically produce more players whose games are a better fit for the format, but lose it to clutch putting by the Europeans.  We tense up down the stretch and often seem better playing in a tight match than with a 3-hole lead. Today was no different, with the Europeans dropping big putts, Fowler and Walker lost 17 and 18 to miss out on a crucial half point.

Some of this cannot be helped. For whatever reason, the Euros have more of a knack for the moment when it comes to putting. The players are better at scrambling and picking each other up after wayward drives or putts ran 5’ past, which is something I would analyze further if I was paid to do such things. I am not, so I will point to something more obvious. Every Ryder Cup, there is a team that the captain sticks with entirely too long, and it always ends up costing the USA more than a point.

The two biggest reasons are past success and friendship. Past success is valid, but often a very small sample size with too many variables to draw accurate conclusions. I was at the Ryder Cup in 2012 at Medina. Tiger ran into a buzzsaw in Nicolas Colsaerts while actually playing quite well. Many concluded he had a bad Ryder Cup. What really hurt Woods was his partner faltering while his opponents raised their game. Tiger is typically involved in the team that the captain goes with for far too long. Stricker just didn’t have it that weekend, and the combo should have been changed up. But Ryder Cup captains have always treated Tiger with kid gloves, as if many on the team can’t handle playing with Tiger, and he is typically one of the players on the team that should have been broken up 2 sessions earlier.

Tiger is out this year, so it appears that Keegan Bradley and Phil Mickelson will be the duo left out there for too long. The pair was all over the course in the morning session but was marched out in place of the red-hot Spieth and Reed, both of whom are on their A-game.

The USA historically has incorrectly assumed that good four-ball partners are good foursome partners. Games vary, and I personally think too much value is placed in chemistry. I’m not saying to draw partners out of a hat, but I would like to see US Captains mix it up a little more, especially if players get a little out of sort. If anything, a different partner might spark their game.

I don’t think the Bradley-Mickelson partnership should be disbanded immediately and forever. There is still a long ways to go, but if they both struggle in the morning, they should not be put back out there for the more difficult afternoon session.

Side note:  Spieth gave me chills when he hit a putt around 0530 eastern time, looked back as the ball was halfway to the hole and yelled, “Come on!!”  The putt then found the bottom of the cup. I love the Ryder Cup.

U  S  A! U S A! USA!

Bears Fans get Cutler Deep

Quarterbacks start talking to the press after their first game as a varsity starter in high school. By the time they make the pros, most are experienced holding press conferences in which they spit out sound bites about playing for the team. What most pros aim for is to be the beloved face of the franchise. The guy making so much money on the side off of endorsements that he can buy his offensive linemen Rolexes.

Jay Cutler, on the other hand, does not care if Chicago fans like him. He does not want to help sell cars. When every other rookie was being run through media training at the combine, Jay was watching the scene in “Gladiator” where Maximus throws his sword at the Roman-era equivalent of a luxury box and screams “Are you not entertained?!”

I’m a Bears fan and I’m not entertained. I’ll posit that no Bears fan is entertained. Within the community though, we have different ways of coping with the chinless wonder who captains our football ship. We learn how to emotionally relate to sports not through our football fandom, with its small number of games and lunatic intensity, but from baseball. This is because baseball, like life, is mostly boring, has a season that goes on forever and at the end, a team’s record reflects what they were, since the sample-size is too huge to be skewed  by a helmet catch or botched center-quarterback exchange.

With that in mind, let’s go through how Chicago fans process Jay Cutler, based on the three major baseball teams they support, the Cardinals, Cubs and White Sox.

While rare in Chicago, the Cardinals-Bears fan is found through much of Illinois. Cardinals fans lead a charmed life in the Summer. Despite not being able to buy half the league like the Yankees, they’ve won the second most World Series titles. Recently, they let the best hitter of a generation walk, then reloaded from their farm system and made the World Series. Highly touted prospect Oscar Taveras didn’t look great this year. It’s OK, we’ll send him back to the farm with the Clydesdales and he’ll be a superstar later. There’s no pressure to rush the kids along.

Always winning due to an incredible talent development system has made the faithful assume players will get better. Jay Cutler has been in the league since 2006, but he’s developing. He has the tools but he just needs to hone the craft of learning to make reads. It is believed now that he’s a family man, Kristin will quiz him on the playbook and he’ll magically be Tom Brady. Of course they can commit to Jay, because what his emotional vampirism takes in the fall will be refilled next summer.

From one of the winningest teams in baseball we’ll turn to the Cubs. Rather than knowing that your team will eventually get it right, the North-sider knows his team has lost before finishing his first Old Style of the season. Practice makes permanent, which is why Cubs fans secretly realize that they are eternally locked into mediocrity. Like the funny friend of a bombshell blonde, the Wrigley faithful have decided that if they can’t be good at one thing, they’ll be great at another, partying.

As a White Sox fan, I hate the Cubs but I’d be lying to you if I said that I haven’t skipped work to sit in the bleachers on a July afternoon. Just like the funny friend loses their appeal when they become dour about their looks, the party at Wrigley would be more like an intervention if the product on the field was considered rationally. Rather than ever reaching acceptance, Cubs fans are arrested in the denial stage of grief. Whether or not Jay is good doesn’t matter, because there’s always next year.

If the partiers on Clark are the funny friend, the crew at the Sox-35th are the angry guys at the bar. The Cubs, despite being terrible for years on end, are branded as “lovable losers” with fans from around the country. Ask someone what they think of the White Sox at best you get “the team plays in the ghetto” or “their fans are angry”. More likely you get a shrug.

The year the Red Sox won the World Series, it was impossible to get away from the coverage talking about the noble Red Sox fans who through generations had borne the cross of being cursed. When the White Sox lifted the trophy in 2005, they had last won the World Series in 1917, meaning that they had a longer drought than the Red Sox. We weren’t lovable or suffering. We were just there.

That’s why, when Jay holds the ball too long before chucking it into triple coverage, the South-sider doesn’t view it as a building block to becoming Peyton Manning; or irrationally “know” that the defense will come through. White Sox fans boo. Sure we’re angry that its our lot to pass through life without a recognition but we’re also the only ones that see Jay for what he is, a middle of the pack quarterback who doesn’t care if we like him not.

Soccer Hipster Matchday 3: Unstoppable Barce Train

Last weekend’s lineup, of Barcelona v Athletic Club (every cultured person knows of course that less cultured fans will refer to Athletic Club as “Athletic Club de Bilbao”. Do no do this as it will cause worldly people, such as myself to ignore all of your further comments) and Real Madrid v Atletico Madrid, the four teams that finished at the top of the table, in La Liga was enough to make even me excited. In celebration of so many beautiful displays of talent in artisinal footballing, rather than humble meals or cocktails this week, I chose to behave as an urban club-goer, channeling the social circles I would no doubt run in, were I to relocate to Europe.

Around 10 PM I awoke from my afternoon siesta to meet up with my trendy friends over at their apartment. Being the guest I brought a bottle of wine, assuming they had tapas ready. Unfortunately food was not to be found and after much sighing and eye-rolling on my part, my friends realized that since they were lucky enough to hang out with me, they should at least do me the service of a proper night out.

The two Munchie Meals from Jack in the Box paired perfectly with my wine and we had a grand time, with great conversation for too intelligent for you to understand.

We arrived at the club at 1:30 for a grand half hour, leaving at last call. Afterwards we headed to another friend’s apartment where people listened to my mash-ups of Pink and U2’s new album. These mash-ups were so impressive that by 3 everyone had removed themselves from the room. Knowing that they could hear my Macbook speakers showcasing my art through the walls, I continued to spin until 6 in the morning, at which point I retired to my home.

True artists understand how draining 4 hours of creating is. My passion knows no bounds though, so I was ready at 9 AM for the Barcelona-Athletic Club match at Camp Nou. In honor of the 300th anniversary of the fall of the Catalan Kingdom, Barcelona played in a striped red and yellow kit, while their opponents from Bilbao played in sharp looking green tops with red accents, a very good match for soccer kits.

Athletic Club’s fourth place finish in La Liga and qualification for the Champions League group stages this year were not by chance, this is a good team. Unfortunately, this day they were playing Barcelona who, as they’ve been all season, was unstoppable.

There isn’t much analysis to do on this 2-0 Barcelona victory. Their Basque club defended well and created some half chances but Barcelona controlled the match. Through the first 60 minutes though the score remained tied at 0. Then Neymar entered the match.

The gap in quality between Neymar and Munir is not big but on this day the difference was clear. In 30 minutes a not quite fit Neymar scored 2 goals from chances made by Messi, whereas the 17 year-old phenom squandered multiple Messi made opportunities in the first 60.

Most importantly, after Neymar slotted home his second goal, he and Messi smiled at each other from across the pitch then after a wave from the Argentine, celebrated together. There have been whispers that Messi has run off strikers as accomplished as Henry and Zlatan. Could this show affection could indicate the start of a long partnership between two of the best players in the world?

The Madrid derby at the Bernabeu marked the third time in a month these two clubs have faced off and the third time in a month that Real came away without a victory, in this 2-1 loss to Atletico.

Atletico nodded home a goal off a set piece at 10 minutes on what can only be described as dismal set piece marking. If I’m a Real supporter, seeing this goal is distressing. Set piece and crosses were what Real Sociedad relied on the previous week to take all of the points from the Champions League winners. Earning corners and swinging in crosses is something that even the least inventive teams will be able to manage a couple times a match. If Real are not going to mark, they are going to continue to concede goals, despite allowing few chances.

What I would not be worried about is Real’s midfield. Toni Kroos had a dreadful game with inaccurate distribution but it’s safe to say that with his track record of quality this will not be a regular occurrence. Kroos was brought in as sure thing. James Rodriguez’s success was not but the 23 year-old  looked good on the ball, played inventive passes and gave the impresssion that he’s ready to pull the strings for a long time.

Had this game taken place without the Real Sociedad match happening the story here would be how Atletico have figured out how to beat their city rivals. Despite their manager, Diego Simeone’s, touchline ban, the match went exactly the way their previous victories have. They defended well with pressure, hit on the counterattack and converted their chances at a high rate. Were this sample size smaller, since these are trends we see in all of their matches, one could be worried that there would be regression to a more usual rate, but to me, they’ve proven that they have a system that will create chances their players can convert.

I apologize for getting this post out so late, but really I had cooler things to do.

Venue Review: Houston Astros Minute Maid Park

On a miserably hot day in late August I went to Minute Maid Park in Houston to watch the Astros play the Texas Rangers. Ball games in late August can be an exciting affair, with teams competing for playoff spots. Unfortunately for these two Texas rivals, their meaningful games ended in June, with the Rangers crippled by injuries and the blue-chip prospects for the Astros still a couple of years away from hitting their stride.

This stunning match up is why I felt confident when boarding the train to go to the park (Houston has a train line on which the park has stop and I happen to be one of the 70,000 or so people that actually has access to it from my place) that I would be able to pick up a ticket. The walk from the train to the stadium was more reminiscent of taking the train to a book-signing than a sporting event. Traffic was totally unaffected by the game and the was no need for crossing guards to help with the flow.

The mass transit may have been free of fans, but the Astros built and they came, in cars. Minute Maid Park, which you can see from many of the highways that run through Houston, is in a reasonably nice area just outside of downtown, surrounded by a lot of $5 and $10 parking

Though I didn’t do a full lap of the stadium, there didn’t seem to be anything special about the outside. It is a shame that the club wasn’t able to put up something more interesting than some well-manicured shrubberies. The Bulls have the MJ statue, the cardinals have similarly lionized their former great, but, I’m assuming to comply with city ordinances, they Astros have chosen to celebrate their greats by putting their names on plaques, set in the sidewalk. It is equally unremarkable from the highway: just an anonymous venue with a large Astro’s sign.

While waiting in line to buy our tickets, I noticed that rather than just a wand for security they had full walk through metal detectors. This wouldn’t normally matter except, not thinking, I had brought my pocket knife with me, which I would have to throw away or not go in.Sadly, there is no left knife and firearm point outside, so I made my own by hiding it in a bush.(I retrieved it after the game)

You walk into the stadium on the main level and can immediately see the field. We were a bit confused by the signage as to how to get to our seats on the mezzanine level, and we ended up taking an elevator to it, rather than the stairs.

The mezzanine is listed as second level though, it is really more like 2.5, above the second deck but below the third, it runs from right field to center field and in order to get to other sections you have first go back down to the main concourse. There were ample concessions in the section, though none that reflected any sort of Houston character, other than the fact they had salt and limes at the beer stand to compliment your Modelo or Corona.

The view of the field was wonderful, even from our elevated height. Strange shape of the outfield aside, the entire area was visible from our vantage point. One touch I appreciated was the giant window in left field which looks out onto the Houston skyline. This feature, as my girlfriend pointed out, gives you a view of the city that you’re in that you’d otherwise miss inside the dome.

I would love to be able to comment on the fans, but there were none within 5 seats or two rows. There were a lot of families with small kids running through the empty rows and it appeared a much more child friendly place than either Chicago stadium. Even with the near empty sections, the stadium was boisterous enough that I wondered if they were pumping in crowd noise when the Astros scored in the 7th.

The inter- inning entertainment was a bit lighter than I am used to but during the 5th inning “ice-cream stretch” they had a kiss-cam complete with a proposal, #shesaidyes. When we sang “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” during the 7th inning stretch, it seemed that the tempo was too fast but this was because immediately after the conclusion of that we were obliged to belt out “Deep In the Heart of Texas”. When I’m King of the Astros, we’re singing one or the other.

Even more unfortunate than having to hide my knife in a bush, was the fact that when I went down to check out the main concourse, there was a plumbing issue causing water to back up the drains and closing down, among other things, Nolan Ryan’s Beef, which I’ll be sure to check out next time I go.

Exiting Minute Maid was just as calm and unstressful as the arrival, we walked out, got our bearings, retrieved my knife, then got on the mostly empty train. I look forward to returning on a night with better fan atmosphere and ordering from a hopefully dry, Nolan Ryan’s Beef stand.

Soocer Hipster Match Day Two 2014

The “Best League in the World” returned to action this week, so naturally yours truly hunkered down for a weekend of continental lifestyle.

Gin and tonic was the drink of the week. For those of you not in know, the G&T is in fact hot in Spain right now. Of course, the cocktails I am drinking involve gin that is of high quality with a lot character, homemade tonic water, calibrated precisely to the character of the gin and built in a glass by a master mixologist. I am that mixologist.

Should you be privileged enough to ever attend one of the private parties that I bartend at you will be able to experience what I did Sunday morning, which was a harmony of citrus notes and floral aromas, many too subtle for the average person that has not learned how to appreciate them.

During this time I texted my friend Paolo who is, among other projects, working as a mixologist in Spain.

Me: Hóla It is 9 in the morning here and I am experiencing my first gin and tonic of the day.
Paolo: I think your phone screwed up… don’t accent “hola”
Paolo: I don’t really care if you drink early, but no one drinks cocktails this early
Me: Well I calibrated the drink carefully to work as an easy early morning sipper
Paolo: Right…
Me: Tell me, what advances in mixology have you made recently in regards to gin and tonics?
Paolo: Mixology on gin and tonics? My boss has this pain in the ass tonic water recipe that he makes me prepare once a month
Me: batches that big eh?
Paolo: No. The guy is a huge douchebag so he only breaks it out when he wants to impress girls or other bar managers. The regular customers just get tonic water out of the gun and gin out of a bottle with a white label that says “gin” in the middle of it.
Paolo: I’ve never even been allowed to try the tonic water

Paolo’s manager and I are in agreement on the use of garbage tonic water for garbage people. I have no doubt that the next time I’m in Spain, I will be served the drink reserved for the customers with proper taste.

While my gin and tonics are as satisfying as a meal you would prepare, I chose to exercise my skills as an authentic Spanish chef and construct piperade, a traditional Basque dish. A variety of items can be added to this base but I chose ham, the dish that I most frequently was impressed by in Spain. (Ed note: he’s been once for 3 days)

Not wanting to keep this joy to myself, but realizing few on this side of the Atlantic were cultured enough to discuss I texted Paolo again:

Me: I have decided to compliment my gin and tonics with piperade
Paolo: so you’ve been drinking for 5 hours and you just now decided to eat?
Me: This is a traditional Basque dish made with d’Espelette and peppers verde
Paolo: People here use paprika and I’ve never heard anyone call green peppers that.
Paolo: that dish sounds super gross with gin

Clearly Paolo is not experienced in pairing gin and tonics with food. Yet again, I feel the pain of being ahead of the trends. It’s lonely at the front.

Sipping gin and tonics on Spanish time allows me to experience their culture in a way most of you can only dream. This tradition made me Spanish inebriated, so I couldn’t really take notes on the matches as they were happening. Fortunately for the reader, I was able to partake in the Spanish past time of watching “90 in 30” on the Barcelona and Real Madrid matches.

Barce were hosted by Villareal in La Madrigal. The Catalans won 1-0 on a goal made by Messi, but Villareal defended well and may have deserved to share the points. Aside from the football, the most interesting part of the match was getting used to the camera angle from Villareal’s stadium. On the opposite end of the camera position spectrum from White Hart Lane, where camera is almost looking straight down when the ball is on the near touch line, La Madrigal’s camera appeared to be positioned about 15 feet above the ground and 400 feet back.

Real Madrid’s 4-2 loss at Anoeta to Real Sociedad was a much more entertaining match. Madrid got 2 goals early and then proceeded to concede 4 due to abominable defending. Many commentators seem willing to blame to this on the Xabi Alonso shaped hole in their midfield,  but I’m much more concerned by two other developments at the club.

First, Madrid wore an alternate kit that was pink and shiny. This is not a statement against pink categorically as a pastel top with matte finished bottoms of a complementary color would have looked nice. If Madrid insist on this gaudy pink color, then I must insist that they take a page out of WWE HOFer Brett “The Hitman” Hart’s playbook and accent heavily with black.

The second problem is the fact that Gareth Bale has decided that he wants Fernando Torres’ 2007 haircut. Gareth, you’re handsome enough that you look good in spite of your haircut, but next time you’re planning on going to the barber, give CR7 a ring so that he can save you from yourself.

Now I must go pay attention to my girlfriend, who is in a band but not as cool as me.

Soccer Hipster Matchday One 2014

At the end of last season, my club was relegated from the premier league. This only happened to me because I am an authentic soccer fan and when choosing my team I desired a real experience so unlike most Americans  I didn’t stop scrolling down the table when I got to Tottenham, which is one of the 20 richest clubs in the world , I kept going down until I arrived at Fulham. Part of this realness means that I will not be able to watch the vast majority of their matches, but since I’m the original American soccer fan that supports teams that he will very likely never see play live, I will push on and become an authentic fan of another league.

For the unsophisticated, the MLS would be an acceptable choice, but I have a discerning palate and I refuse to debase myself by following a team that I could see in person. This leads the cultured fan to BeIn sports network and La Liga or Serie A.

La Liga, as BeIn has informed me 10,000 times this weekend, has the best teams in the world in Barcelona and Real Madrid. Neither of those two won the league last year. That honor went to Real’s crosstown rival Atlético Madrid. Finally, even La Liga’s Tottenhams are better than Tottenham. Sevilla won the Europa League.

Unfortunately Serie A does not start until next week, so I was not able to enjoy the leisurely pace nor the too complicated for EPL fan tactics of Italy, but I did take a deep dive into La Liga.

When being authentic, it’s important to consume authentic products. Hence, on my trip to liquor store Friday night I picked up Ingenio wine and Estrella Dam beer.

The bottle of Ingenio informs that ingenio is Spanish for “ingenuity”. After unscrewing the top I channeled this ingenuity to randomly select an Italian movie with English subtitles to watch from a streaming service. The bottle cost around $10 but tasted like it should’ve cost $3. I weep for Spanish since clearly their palates are so unsophisticated that they do not realize the torment they are causing their taste buds.

The next morning at 9, 3 in Spain, I opened the Estrella. It reminds one of PBR and in fact its score of 66 on Beer Advocate  is just 2 points below PBR’s 68. Many think its crummy, but to me tastes like the realness that only be found in an art co-op on a Spanish calle. (that’s Spanish for street)

Sevilla and Valencia was the first match I took in. Due to its start time, sometime in the afternoon I was authentically buzzed at kickoff. The match was entertaining, to someone with my taste at least, and ended appropriately in a 1-1 draw. The striking things about this match, as opposed to what you see in more vulgar competitions, were the fitness of the referees and how much the ball stayed on the pitch.

In Spain, I have yet to see a Phil Dowd type, rather referees all seem quite fit with much prettier hair than Howard Webb. For a viewer such as myself, this is important, as last season while debasing myself with the EPL, I was constantly brought out of the moment by how unpretty the referees were allowed to be.

The continental style of playing soccer, maintaining possession and staying away from the kick and chase tactics so often found in England, was beautiful and whole heartedly committed to by both squads. It was a joy to watch players who, when receiving a ball, would intelligently touch it into space rather than stand on it and then charge mindlessly forward. If this is a normal league match, I look forward to appreciating La Liga this season.

On Sunday I took in the predictable artistry of Barcelona dismantling Elche, which was not very interesting, and the Eibar-Real Sociedad match. The politics of Spain are much too complicated for most readers to understand, though I obviously do. Briefly, Eibar and Real Sociedad are located in the Basque autonomous region, where the primary language is not Spanish, so this was a very big deal for authentic people.

Eibar in fact is a small, never before promoted, club that has a stadium that holds less than 6,000 people. You could see the balconies of authentic Eibarians on the second story behind the stands on television. Next time Eibar is at home, I will try to find a way to view the match via web-cam, from one of these balconies. The authenticity of this match was so palpable that these teams even resorted to tactics that, to the uninformed, looked very much like the kick and chase tactics so often employed in England. My intellect and knowledge though allowed me to see the beauty and thought behind each seemingly mindless boot over-the-top by the teams. It was just and super-real when Eibar was able to take all the points with a 1-0 victory.

This is all I have to say on the matter of La Liga this weekend and now I have to go work on my passion project which is much more interesting than yours.