Category archives: Euro 2008
Day 11: French, Romans and Konterman
I come to bury Italy, not to praise them. We all did. No sooner had the obituaries been written, the wreaths arranged, the Burco boiled, sangwidges made and the Temple curtain come down on the Italian Euro 2008 adventure, than… continue reading »
Goodnight and Good Luck
Well, as they say in football-speak, the fairy tale is over for this year. A well struck, direct, no-messing-at-all free-kick from Mr Ballack (one might even call it efficient in its execution) ruthlessly put an end to Austrian dreams, and… continue reading »
Days 9 & 10: Sad George and the Flying Turks
Am I the only one who feels that George “Danger Here” Hamilton has been a pale shadow of his former exuberant self of late? Sunday night’s compulsively mental epic between Turkey & the Czech Republic would once have had him… continue reading »
Day 8: Ten Slices of Football Pie
As the group stage rolls into its final round of matches, and the Dutch continue to pile up goal of the tournament nominations, it’s time to (temporarily) turn out attentions from the here & now and focus instead on the… continue reading »
Days 6 & 7: His name is Luka
Phew. After two positively scintillating days of Super Euro fußball (long may it continue), it’s time to catch up, take stock and get the show back on the road. Due to a farcical concatenation of circumstances (involving a new mobile… continue reading »
Day 5: Cats and Dogs
Though he once had a strong and guiding hand in both my country’s failure to qualify for Euro 2004, and my club’s exit from the Champion’s League, I’ve never had anything but the warmest of affection for Switzerland’s Hakan Yakin… continue reading »
Eis of the Tiger
[In the third of his communiques from the Austrian capital our wandering scribe 'Buckram' walks among a shocked Viennese populace, looking for answers - Ed.] After a surprising performance in their opening match (which sadly didn’t yield the rewards the… continue reading »
Day 4: Flatterers and Deceivers
Jesus. A mere four days in and I’m already suffering a touch of football related fatigue (or FRF). In my defence, there are some contributory factors. I’ve had a cold, I’m proof-reading my sister’s doctoral thesis, and…er…we’ve run out of… continue reading »
