WC 2018

Xexoxical Endarchy wrote:

poslednji fudbaler koga smo imali da mu stvarno nije bilo bitno koju nogu koristi je bio lane jovanovic.

otto katz wrote:Staré pověsti české:
Za Tatrami, v rovinách při řece Visle, rozkládala se od nepaměti charvátská země, část prvotní veliké vlasti slovanské.

Xexoxical Endarchy wrote:

otto katz wrote:Staré pověsti české:
Za Tatrami, v rovinách při řece Visle, rozkládala se od nepaměti charvátská země, část prvotní veliké vlasti slovanské.

sta kaze ovde

Xexoxical Endarchy wrote:

KinderLad wrote:podjednako dobro ili podjednako loše?

nas gene pool je 95% isti kao HR, samo nas rad sa mladjim kategorijama je generalno los i stoga imamo manje tehnicki obucenih fudbalera, a imamo vise 'radilica' i 'konceptualnih' fudbaera. zato mi licimo sve vise na neku tamo norvesku a oni lice na jugoslaviju.

necu jos otkriti ko je nas poslednji fudbaler koji je podjednako koristio obe noge. nije piksi, lagano je, seticete se.

This was a team, after all, that thrived by making beauty incidental. No team in the World Cup possessed more lethal attacking talent. No team scored more gasp-inducing goals. Benjamin Pavard’s screaming volley against Argentina might have been the goal of the tournament. The sight of Mbappé warping down the pitch on the counter, moving so fast that he looked like a trick of the light—like an artifact within the camera lens—might have been its most indelible image. But the impression France gave, in match after match, was that these were weapons it would rather not utilize. Sure, Didier Deschamps’s tactics seemed to say, we can unleash a thousand dragons; we can turn the world into fire. But why should we?

Why, when it’s easier and more confounding to pack the back of the pitch, frustrate you, confuse you, let you wear yourself out, and then tesseract past you when you’re too maddened and tired to expect it? The weird miracle of France’s run through the World Cup was that the team played what looked like negative football while visibly retaining the high-alert, supercharged-ions look of a group that’s on the attack. I’ve never seen anything like it. It was as if José Mourinho had devised a game plan for the Harlem Globetrotters. To appreciate what the French players were doing you had to hold two contradictory thoughts in your mind at the same time. It wasn’t negative football. It was negative-capability football. And it worked.

For that reason, though, it’s hard to imagine that this French victory will transform soccer tactics in the way that Spain’s victory in 2010 did, or Germany’s in 2014. Anyone can copy a style of passing, or a disposition toward pressing on defense. How do you copy a self-negating philosophical principle? France’s tactics looked less like a diagram of movement and more like the realization, on the pitch, of a book of paradoxical koans. You shall triumph when you overcome that which would allow you to triumph. Only by embracing limits will you ever truly be free!