Robert De Niro’s Waiting….Talking Italian
Ma mind has gone completely blank. Was trying to think up a leftfield alternative song title to go with this piece and ah couldnae think. I mean if I ever get round to doing the LOTW best album in the world ever then Bananarama are going to be bloody on it.
You see I’m like the coo that jumped over the moon at this moment in time as we have drawn the Rossoneri of Milan. Now, I was quite up for a battle of Britain or to put it bluntly a battle of Stamford Bridge also the fitbaw anorak in me wanted maybe to go to the grove to see the Arse. Liverpool, been there seen it done the Mersey.
But, Milano the famous red and black stripes now here is a team that has played a MASSIVE part of ma fitbaw life. Every since the baldy James Richardson appeared on the then new fangled Channel 4 with a Sunday afternoon entertainment of Italian soccer have I been hooked. Even before that the famous European cup winning side containing Van Basten, Rikjarrd (sp) and Guillt.
Those Sunday afternoons watching the technical ability and flair both on and off the park. The Italian Ultra’s are something else with their TIFSO displays and passion unfortunately some have right wing views and are racist but ALL display a passion which, a few of oor home dwellers should take a note off.
With me being brought up on stories of the attacking Celtic way and of course how the Lions overcame the boring defensive minded Inter in Lisboa the Italian game was a brand new concept to me.
A game that placed as much effort on defending as attacking. Fans who appreciated defenders just as much as the poster boys attackers. It made me appreciate that defending is an art and guid defenders are just as worth their wait in gold as flair players and attackers.
The Italians had grasped the context of systems, formations and defending. This was all new to me as at that time I was watching McGuigan, McNally, Biggins and Slater. It was the technical side of the game I fell in love with. Right, ye got some shite games as teams cancelled each other oot and the undercurrent of bribes and corrupt officials was always there but the technical side and the ability of the players couldnae be questioned.
At that time the Rossoneri were top dogs. The dugs baws sweeping all in front of them with style, flair and a defensive might formed by Baresi and Maldini. The San Siro looked like a spaceship and the colour supplied by their fans made the stadium look fantastic.
On top of that the fact hat they have one of the most recognisable tops- just as iconic as the Hoops- in world fitbaw made them a sexy team to say they were yer favourite Italian mob on a Monday in the school playground.
Hell, even in ma going doon the Arches clubbing days ma favourite going oot top was a retro Ac top. These guys left their mark on me make no doubt.
When we drew them a few years back, I missed oot on the trip. The dates were unkind and I was gutted. I couldnae go as I was in the Caribbean what made matters worse was I got a ticket in the ballot.
Maybe it was in the water that I would get ma chance again to maybe fufill a lifetime’s ambition. To go to Italy to watch the hoops. I had been trying to talk Mrs G into going on a weekend break to take in an Italian league game. That can be put on the back burner.
As tonight the line in ma hoose will be “I hear Milan is nice in March”
FORZA THE HOOPS
You see I’m like the coo that jumped over the moon at this moment in time as we have drawn the Rossoneri of Milan. Now, I was quite up for a battle of Britain or to put it bluntly a battle of Stamford Bridge also the fitbaw anorak in me wanted maybe to go to the grove to see the Arse. Liverpool, been there seen it done the Mersey.
But, Milano the famous red and black stripes now here is a team that has played a MASSIVE part of ma fitbaw life. Every since the baldy James Richardson appeared on the then new fangled Channel 4 with a Sunday afternoon entertainment of Italian soccer have I been hooked. Even before that the famous European cup winning side containing Van Basten, Rikjarrd (sp) and Guillt.
Those Sunday afternoons watching the technical ability and flair both on and off the park. The Italian Ultra’s are something else with their TIFSO displays and passion unfortunately some have right wing views and are racist but ALL display a passion which, a few of oor home dwellers should take a note off.
With me being brought up on stories of the attacking Celtic way and of course how the Lions overcame the boring defensive minded Inter in Lisboa the Italian game was a brand new concept to me.
A game that placed as much effort on defending as attacking. Fans who appreciated defenders just as much as the poster boys attackers. It made me appreciate that defending is an art and guid defenders are just as worth their wait in gold as flair players and attackers.
The Italians had grasped the context of systems, formations and defending. This was all new to me as at that time I was watching McGuigan, McNally, Biggins and Slater. It was the technical side of the game I fell in love with. Right, ye got some shite games as teams cancelled each other oot and the undercurrent of bribes and corrupt officials was always there but the technical side and the ability of the players couldnae be questioned.
At that time the Rossoneri were top dogs. The dugs baws sweeping all in front of them with style, flair and a defensive might formed by Baresi and Maldini. The San Siro looked like a spaceship and the colour supplied by their fans made the stadium look fantastic.
On top of that the fact hat they have one of the most recognisable tops- just as iconic as the Hoops- in world fitbaw made them a sexy team to say they were yer favourite Italian mob on a Monday in the school playground.
Hell, even in ma going doon the Arches clubbing days ma favourite going oot top was a retro Ac top. These guys left their mark on me make no doubt.
When we drew them a few years back, I missed oot on the trip. The dates were unkind and I was gutted. I couldnae go as I was in the Caribbean what made matters worse was I got a ticket in the ballot.
Maybe it was in the water that I would get ma chance again to maybe fufill a lifetime’s ambition. To go to Italy to watch the hoops. I had been trying to talk Mrs G into going on a weekend break to take in an Italian league game. That can be put on the back burner.
As tonight the line in ma hoose will be “I hear Milan is nice in March”
FORZA THE HOOPS
posted by Keving at Friday, December 15, 2006
6 Comments:
Kevin,
you must have that written and ready to use. :-)Brill!
My friend in Milan is equally excited. Can only be good and a real reason to look forward to 2007.
Whadya make of the Evening Times "Arsenal back for Boruc",...... are we playing R*ngers?
Ian- Friend in Milan...did i tell you yer ma bestist pal, did aye?:-)
If i had pre wrote it i would have thought of a better song lyric or song title.:-) Still canny think of one.
Aye, read arseblog this morning and i noticed the story aboot Lenham leaving in the summer. I thought of Arfur at that point.....
Well, normally being drawn against the current number 1 ranked team in Europe (and by extrapolation the world) would have me a wee bit worried.
However, if ever there was a time to get Milan it is this year.
One worry is that they might have already given up on their League and are concentrating on the CL (although they did have a fairly time comfortable group matches).
Heard some mumblings about them having had a few injury concerns recently but who hasn't.
I think if we can get our act together a bit better, possibly with a wee bit of experience added in January, we can give as good as we get.
Arseon can have Boruc...
...for 10 million plus Stokes.
Who did Rankers get - Haifi Unt again ?
Another money-spinner :o)
Rolls Royce v a Lada?
True but the Scottish media seem to be democratic enough to treat them the same. Never mind the Rossoneri, the Biancoverde sono verranno! (the green and whites will be coming!)
On paper every draw would be a round too far but we have little to lose. So it`s no use trying to prompt people to think realistically. :-)
Pre match nerves, a lot worse than actually going to the game.
Come on the Bhoys!
I was in the dark. We had visitors and then we put up the Christmas tree :-(
I put on the radio after 3.25 and heard that we had 48 points and realised that it was a draw, especially when I heard Aberdeen 34 points and `them` 32 points. When I heard talk of a penalty I thought, oh aye here we go but it was the Bhoys who had the claim. Shock, surprise!:-0
I feel a bit for Kenny Clark, he is known as a `tic man and thought `this will finish their league challenge`
Anyway we are going for the 38 games without a penalty so long as we don`t concede a few.
Personally I don`t like this sitting back approach to playing at Ibrox but we have to gain some speed, height and stamina before we dominate matches in the way we would like.
Upwards and onwards!
Forza Celtic. Bring on the Bairns!
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