The BBC's football news site is now streaming on Twitter, I see... though it has precious few 'followers' at present. Plus I doubt they will include much news from Scotland, the Old Firm apart. Ah well, there goes another few precious moments of the day. For real fanatics, there's also the 'latest score' project, and news from the Editor's Weblog that local papers are thinking of using the medium for their coverage.
Blimey, Dumbarton's new Surridge strips have been ripped off before they have even made their way into the Club shop. Showing, no doubt, what a hot property the Mighty DFC are these days, as they prepare to take the Scottish League Third Division by storm in a few weeks time... including new boys Annan Athletic (a warm welcome lads - just to remind you of the etiquette... that's be three points a game to us, please.)
Congratulations to Spain, deserved European champions for the first time in 44 years. It was a very good game, packed full of flair, incident and tension. Just the end to Euro 2008 that the tournament deserved. Presumably Dani Guiza will now marry his girlfriend, as he pledged the other day.
Germany started brightly, but Spain are well worth their 1-0 half-time lead from Fernando Torres (pictured) -- whose experience of bruising Premier League defences with Liverpool may have helped him to battle the ball into the net. The chipped finish was pure class, too. The German centre backs are being outwitted in the air, through the middle and around the side. Which doesn't leave much latitude! An early near own-goal and a Torres header well smothered by Jens Lehmann on the near post could have opened an even greater lead for the Spanish, who have now won 21 games in a row. Creative in midfield and lively up front, their record of conceding only three goals in Euro 2008 as a whole suggests that they should end their long wait (since 1964) for a major trophy tonight.
Ah, baffling football final ceremonies. Doncha love 'em? The organisers in Vienna tonight (no, don't get carried away, I'm only watching on TV, too) came up with a corker. Dodgy drama, dodgy art, dodgy acting and Enrique "son of Julio" Iglesias all rolled into one bulging globule of on-pitch entertainment. Awesome! When I say "dodgy", I don't mean monumental Eurovision-scale awful (it's not that hideously compelling)... just something so whimsically conceived-by-committee that it would need a lengthy commentary to make sense of it... involving, as it does, waddling puppets, floating balloons and marionette referees. "Football is focus of closing ceremony" it says here, in breathless tones. Classic. Motty, doing his last major tournament as a commentator, manfully decided to ignore the proceedings and reminisce, bless 'im. Plus he couldn't pronounce "Enrique" properly. A bit of little England was there after all. Now for the football... and the Germans are surprisingly lively at the moment.
I'm not going to predict a Spanish victory tonight, but like the millions who will be watching, I hope that the final of Euro 2008 is a fitting climax to what has been (after a bit of a slow start) a fabulous tournament. Sad that Scotland were so near yet so far to getting there. But England haven't been missed, despite attempts by the BBC to make their absence the defining issue. Gary Lineker (pictured, trying to look wry) famously quipped that "football is a game involving two teams, in which the Germans eventually win on penalties." I don't think that will be the outcome tonight. But I could well end up saying, as I have many times before, "what do I know?" Or you, or anyone, for that matter. Which is one of the things that makes it a great game. A beautiful one in Vienna, too, we'd all like to say on a balmy evening.
Well, España, actually. But Spain are thoughtfully wearing Dumbarton colours for their Euro 2008 semi-final clash with Russia tonight... an absorbing, positive encounter between two skilled, technical and tactically aware sides. A few more fireworks are coming from the Spanish, though not with sharp enough finishing. Arshavin is very quiet for the Russians as the end of the first half approaches. But he could certainly explode into life at any moment. Update 21.33: Fabulous football from the Spanish and a deserved 3-0 victory, taking them to their first major international final in 24 years. [Pic: Two more for Jim Chapman?]
Given that they have five players injured and four out with suspensions, few have given Turkey much consideration as Euro 2008 draws ever-closer to its denouement. But Germany have clearly been shaken by their opponents' smart semi-final start, with Colin Kazim-Richards rattling the bar and then a scrambled goal going in on 22 minutes. In a certain sense, the pressure is now on the outsiders in a game which is, in certain respects, a 'derby' -- given the close ties between the countries, including 2.5 million Turkish migrants and guest workers in Germany. It was gratifying to see that all sections of the crowd joined in the anti-racism aspect of the opening ceremony. Just over half-way through the first half, and this tournament is again living up to its promise of excitement, tension, twists and turns. (As I write, Germany have just equalised. This could be a corker, with both teams believing it is their destiny to get to the final.) Update, 21.42: though their performance did not merit it, Germany stole a turbulent match 3-2.
These mainly consist of looking obsessively at the TV guide to see when the next Euro 2008 match is, and figuring (for the sixth time in two hours) that it isn't until tomorrow night, then Thursday, then Sunday... then a big, fat nuffink for, I dunno, two weeks or more. More, given that I'll be in the USA at the end of July. How on earth will I cope? I'll just have to get a life, I guess. Actually, I have one of those. I just don't like to admit it when I'm in the company of fellow footie addicts. (On the bright side, I'm finding that every time I blink, Jim Chapman signs a new player for Dumbarton... Mainly from Partick, it seems. Thanks, Kenny. I hope.)
Yes, I know it's a cliché. But all lovers of the Beautiful Game will surely rejoice that the forward thinking Spain triumphed over negative Italy tonight -- with Cesc Fabregas' cool decider in the penalty shoot-out and Iker Casillas' goalkeeping heroics finally separating the sides after a less than enthralling encounter in Vienna. Justice was done.
Well, here I am, blogging during a Euro 2008 quarter final again, and as I correctly predicted (for once) Italy are deadly -- in all senses of the word. Ten at the back much of the time, with four in the middle being just about their most adventurous gambit so far. Spain, to their credit, are seeking to enliven proceedings and actually win the game. But they could well go the way of the inventive Dutch and Portugese. I hope not. Even ex-Celtic and current Aston Villa manager Martin O'Neill, a splendid man and a committed Azzurriphile, is recanting on live TV. Quite right, too. An Italian win on penalties would be the worst of all results.
... melts into air, as someone or other said. (It was a German striker). That certainly happened to the Dutch tonight. Somehow the magic from the Euro 2008 group stages deserted them when substance was most needed. Russia and the wily Hiddink deserved their victory. It is discipline, application and mental toughness that wins competitions like this, rather than bursts of footballing alchemy. My heart now wants Spain to weave a spell. My head tells me that Italy and Germany will be boxing and coxing in the final, with the technically proficient Italians best bets to lift the trophy. Turkey have probably had their day (yesterday).
In, er, a totally scientific and representative online opinion survey, of the kind for which football is renowned, the thronging hordes of Dumbarton fans are apparently plumping for Holland to win Euro 2008. By 68 per cent, no less, with Spain next in line on 15 per cent. What with the aura of Cruijff, several Dutch friends, Scotland manager George Burley and my trade paper The Guardian all plumping for the mighty Orange, the writing is surely on the wall. One way or the other. My nails may not get through the Netherlands -v- Russia match tomorrow night -- and this isn't even the semis, let alone the final. [Picture: Holland's destined players... or possibly a Dumbarton team from the early '70s. Those were the days...]
Croatia versus Turkey in the quarter-final of Euro 2008 hasn't been a neutral's dream as far as pure football is concerned. Underneath the cliches about "passionate support" lies an aura of violence and menace that makes neither of these sides instantly appealing. But extra time has been absorbing, and strangely, I have a feeling that Turkey, the less equipped of the two teams technically and imaginatively, might just nick this one. It's 0-0 in extra time so far. It could come down to set plays, stamina, heat... and in the final analysis, penalties. Nothing like the pulsating Germany versus Portugal game, which I was pleased to see the Germans win, if only to wipe the smug grin of Ronaldo's face. If he could switch to Spain for better prospects and money, I'm sure he would. [22.17: Astonishing. Croatia looked as if they had it, and the Turks scored in literally the last kick of the game. Then won on penalties. Nicked indeed.]
It's hard to imagine more going wrong for France than it has this evening against boring, boring (if highly accomplished) Italy. First, Franck Ribery out with an early injury, then a slightly harsh red card after the (quite justified) penalty on 25 minutes, a second goal for the Azzurri deflected off the heal of Thierry Henry... Plus you know you really are in deep, deep trouble when one of your 'solutions' is to bring on Jean-Alain Boumsong (who's just got a yellow card for a clumsy, clattering challenge). As I write, France need to score three, or Romania two against the Netherlands. It's not going to happen. No revenge for the last World Cup Final, and Italy's first win over the French in open play since 1978. Not a good combination. Farewell la France pauvre.
Apparently a number of Celtic fans still don't think overly much of their manager, Gordon Strachan (pictured), even after three SPL titles in a row and two successive qualifications for the second group stage of the Champions League. Go figure. I suppose it's because he refuses to play ball with the tribal hatreds and the melodramatic highs and lows that are supposed to go with "commitment" these days. He's also seen as a bit of an Old Firm interloper from Aberdeen and Manchester United. Whatever. I think he's gold as a pundit on the BBC's Euro 2008 and elsewhere - intelligent, witty, spiky, funny, and with a refreshingly low threshold for fools and their cliches.
