Euro 2016 - Round of 16 - Monday 27th June
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They were brilliant those supporters - all that Viking shit goes down well with me.
I am glad someone has said that - granted he is good but comes across exactly the same way.
Terrific article from Barney Ronay in The Guardian. I agree with every word of it...
"... that familiar dunderheaded sense of unearned superiority" being a particular highlight.
Roy Hodgson’s sickly imitation of old values leads to England’s uber-loss
The departed manager’s team were beaten by a more vibrant shadow version of themselves after another shuffling of non-specific parts into non-specific roles
So many of England’s footballers seem oddly generic, lacking in the extreme, identifiable qualities that define their own role. Roy Hodgson has fiddled around with them the way you might a set of matching cards. Photograph: Yves Herman/Reuters
Barney Ronay at the Stade de Nice
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Tuesday 28 June 201601.33 BSTLast modified on Tuesday 28 June 201601.36 BST
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Pack away the flags. Put the song-sheet down. After two strangulated, ultimately hysterical weeks in France it really is time to go home. It was not just England’s tournament that ended at the Stade de Nice with this stunning last-16 defeat by Iceland, a nation the size of the London Borough of Lewisham. At the final whistle a wider full stop arrived with Roy Hodgson’s resignation after four years in the job, capped at the last by one of the great English sporting failures, defeat so abject it qualifies as a kind of uber-loss, humiliation that will sting even through the scar tissue of all that accumulated tournament failure.
Hodgson had to go. And he duly went, handing in his blazer and badge with a brief statement in the media room here. There is an element of sadness to every ending, even one as hapless as this. Above all there was a horrible, bruising grandeur to this exit, an instructive kind of poetry.
Roy Hodgson quits as England manager after shock defeat by Iceland
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Clunky, rather obvious poetry, but poetry nonetheless as on a humid night the last of Roy’s England lost to a more vibrant, more coherent shadow-version of themselves. England were not just beaten. At times it felt as though they were being dragged backwards through space and time as the Swedish connection, Roy Hodgson’s England and Lars Lagerback’s Iceland, produced a hard-running, long-passing game that would not have looked out of place in the old first division of hoofs, mixers and knock-downs. Welcome to our world, Côte d’Azur. This isEngland 1985.
Outplayed but also outmanoeuvred on the details, there were so many painful points. Want a window into why England fail? Perhaps we should start with arrogance and entitlement. England’s scouting staff had punched the air when Iceland scored at the end against Austria, ensuring England would be their next opponents. Shades here of poor old Graham Taylor against Norway (“the Norwegian players are in awe of Gascoigne”) and that familiar dunderheaded sense of unearned superiority.
At least one otherwise sensible voice had suggested defeat by Iceland, a team that qualified by beating Holland home and away, would be the biggest embarrassment in England football history, a statement so obviously incorrect it seems an act of Mike Bassett-level little-Englander parody.
Sadly the sense of causal prep extended to Hodgson himself, who went off on a boat trip up the Seine with Ray Lewington rather than watch Iceland play in the flesh. Ray, you see, had never seen Paris. Oh, the horror. Perhaps in time Roy’s boat ride will find itself enshrined alongside Steve McClaren’s umbrella, Kevin Keegan’s toilet, Sven’s psychedelic fake-sheikh yacht ride among the anguish-laden friezes of the England managerial death vault.
England humiliated as Iceland knock them out of Euro 2016
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Iceland do not deserve to be lumped in as a function of England’s humiliation. They were by far the better team on the evening. Although it was still fitting it should be them. This is a nation with arguably the best youth coaching set-up in the world, football’s greatest first-world overachievers, a place where nothing is wasted, only reproduced; up against the great barfing, burping behemoth of waste and mangled talent that is English football, a Premier League where players are broken rather than made, where the only line is the bottom line.
Raheem Sterling, the most expensive England player ever, was supposed to tear Iceland apart on the right here. Hodgson’s spotters had identified the full-backs as a weakness. Hence another in the endless late-Hodgson reshuffles on England’s flanks, where an odd fretfulness has become Hodgson’s defining feature in the last days. Lallana and Sterling in. Sterling out. Lallana out. Sterling in. Henderson in then out. Sturridge in then in somewhere else. Welcome to Roy’s wing roulette! Sterling’s direct opponent on his flank was Birkir Saevarsson, fingered as a weak link but a hugely experienced player and a regular at Hammarby. Sterling did not get a kick.
From the moment the late-evening heat settled a little heavier before kick-off there was a genuine twang of tension around this steeply banked bowl. Not for Iceland, for whom this is a genuine first-step-on-the-moon moment of sporting history. But for England’s lost and frantic players, who seemed as the night wore on to disintegrate a little in that familiar fashion, stricken, baffled, faces contorted with ancestral confusion.
At least England did not show the same weaknesses as in the group stage, when the old habits of losing the ball, and playing too quickly were replaced by a sickly imitation of possession football, all lateral trudge and hopeful pot shots. Instead England showed other, more urgent weaknesses. Pressed by a team it was assured would sit back, Hodgson’s defence was exposed. The faults were similar to those at the last World Cup. Too much space for a cross, too easily cut open.They were outmuscled at times, at others simply outplayed with Gylfi Sigurdsson the best midfielder on the pitch.
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Roy Hodgson oversaw an England performance against Iceland which resembled a throwback to 1985. Photograph: Owen Humphreys/PA
The most gruesomely poignant moment of Hodgson’s farewell arrived after England had taken an early lead via Wayne Rooney’s penalty. Moments later they were undone by the most wonderfully English Iceland equaliser, a goal 40 years in the making, and gift-wrapped in more ways than one by Hodgson himself.
It was Don Howe, England’s assistant coach, who brought the long-throw flick-on goal to the world at Spain 82, where Bryan Robson scored a near-identical goal to Ragnar Sigurdsson’s here. Hodgson was already in Sweden that summer, already friends with Lagerback, already introducing this kind of innovative set piece to Swedish football. A “petard” is, according to Google, a small French bomb used to destroy flimsy structures.
Not only did England fail to defend a Roy-hallmarked long throw. They looked out of time, fretful, unable to assert their qualities, to show any kind of leadership or drive. They were again stationary as Iceland took the lead, this time through Kolbeinn Sigthorsson. Players came and went, as they have through this four-game campaign, a shuffling of non-specific parts into non-specific roles. So many of England’s footballers seem oddly generic, lacking in the extreme, identifiable qualities that define their own role. In France Hogdson has fiddled around with them the way you might a set of matching cards.
England 1-2 Iceland: five talking points from the Euro 2016 last-16 tie
Read more
It is of course wrong not to smear the blame around evenly. Hodgson made bad decisions. The loudest boos here were for the moment in the 87th minute when Harry Kane, the Premier League’s baffled, haggard golden boot, took another free-kick on the right, blathering it miles into the crowd. It was a very England moment.
Part Hodgson’s stubbornesss that this absurdity was still happening. But above all a product of the fact England simply don’t have any good enough ball-players to take free-kicks.
Individual errors meet swooping structural flaws: welcome to another England tournament exit. The real issue, of course, is the picture beyond the picture, failure spreading back up the arm. Some damning facts will be parroted in the days that follow.
Iceland has one Uefa B licence coach for every 825th member of the population. In England that number rises to one per 11,000. At times you wonder if the English really are interested in being good at this.
It is of course a more complex picture. Players still come through. Marcus Rashford was England’s boldest attacking presence at the end. The good has not yet been coaxed out of him, the fear set in. Football often comes to fine margins even when the end result is a collapse as stunning as this. For now the end of Hodgson’s England, so staid at times, will linger as a genuinely rare and refined humiliation.
"... that familiar dunderheaded sense of unearned superiority" being a particular highlight.
Roy Hodgson’s sickly imitation of old values leads to England’s uber-loss
The departed manager’s team were beaten by a more vibrant shadow version of themselves after another shuffling of non-specific parts into non-specific roles
So many of England’s footballers seem oddly generic, lacking in the extreme, identifiable qualities that define their own role. Roy Hodgson has fiddled around with them the way you might a set of matching cards. Photograph: Yves Herman/Reuters
Barney Ronay at the Stade de Nice
@barneyronay
Tuesday 28 June 201601.33 BSTLast modified on Tuesday 28 June 201601.36 BST
Save for later
Pack away the flags. Put the song-sheet down. After two strangulated, ultimately hysterical weeks in France it really is time to go home. It was not just England’s tournament that ended at the Stade de Nice with this stunning last-16 defeat by Iceland, a nation the size of the London Borough of Lewisham. At the final whistle a wider full stop arrived with Roy Hodgson’s resignation after four years in the job, capped at the last by one of the great English sporting failures, defeat so abject it qualifies as a kind of uber-loss, humiliation that will sting even through the scar tissue of all that accumulated tournament failure.
Hodgson had to go. And he duly went, handing in his blazer and badge with a brief statement in the media room here. There is an element of sadness to every ending, even one as hapless as this. Above all there was a horrible, bruising grandeur to this exit, an instructive kind of poetry.
Roy Hodgson quits as England manager after shock defeat by Iceland
Read more
Clunky, rather obvious poetry, but poetry nonetheless as on a humid night the last of Roy’s England lost to a more vibrant, more coherent shadow-version of themselves. England were not just beaten. At times it felt as though they were being dragged backwards through space and time as the Swedish connection, Roy Hodgson’s England and Lars Lagerback’s Iceland, produced a hard-running, long-passing game that would not have looked out of place in the old first division of hoofs, mixers and knock-downs. Welcome to our world, Côte d’Azur. This isEngland 1985.
Outplayed but also outmanoeuvred on the details, there were so many painful points. Want a window into why England fail? Perhaps we should start with arrogance and entitlement. England’s scouting staff had punched the air when Iceland scored at the end against Austria, ensuring England would be their next opponents. Shades here of poor old Graham Taylor against Norway (“the Norwegian players are in awe of Gascoigne”) and that familiar dunderheaded sense of unearned superiority.
At least one otherwise sensible voice had suggested defeat by Iceland, a team that qualified by beating Holland home and away, would be the biggest embarrassment in England football history, a statement so obviously incorrect it seems an act of Mike Bassett-level little-Englander parody.
Sadly the sense of causal prep extended to Hodgson himself, who went off on a boat trip up the Seine with Ray Lewington rather than watch Iceland play in the flesh. Ray, you see, had never seen Paris. Oh, the horror. Perhaps in time Roy’s boat ride will find itself enshrined alongside Steve McClaren’s umbrella, Kevin Keegan’s toilet, Sven’s psychedelic fake-sheikh yacht ride among the anguish-laden friezes of the England managerial death vault.
England humiliated as Iceland knock them out of Euro 2016
Read more
Iceland do not deserve to be lumped in as a function of England’s humiliation. They were by far the better team on the evening. Although it was still fitting it should be them. This is a nation with arguably the best youth coaching set-up in the world, football’s greatest first-world overachievers, a place where nothing is wasted, only reproduced; up against the great barfing, burping behemoth of waste and mangled talent that is English football, a Premier League where players are broken rather than made, where the only line is the bottom line.
Raheem Sterling, the most expensive England player ever, was supposed to tear Iceland apart on the right here. Hodgson’s spotters had identified the full-backs as a weakness. Hence another in the endless late-Hodgson reshuffles on England’s flanks, where an odd fretfulness has become Hodgson’s defining feature in the last days. Lallana and Sterling in. Sterling out. Lallana out. Sterling in. Henderson in then out. Sturridge in then in somewhere else. Welcome to Roy’s wing roulette! Sterling’s direct opponent on his flank was Birkir Saevarsson, fingered as a weak link but a hugely experienced player and a regular at Hammarby. Sterling did not get a kick.
From the moment the late-evening heat settled a little heavier before kick-off there was a genuine twang of tension around this steeply banked bowl. Not for Iceland, for whom this is a genuine first-step-on-the-moon moment of sporting history. But for England’s lost and frantic players, who seemed as the night wore on to disintegrate a little in that familiar fashion, stricken, baffled, faces contorted with ancestral confusion.
At least England did not show the same weaknesses as in the group stage, when the old habits of losing the ball, and playing too quickly were replaced by a sickly imitation of possession football, all lateral trudge and hopeful pot shots. Instead England showed other, more urgent weaknesses. Pressed by a team it was assured would sit back, Hodgson’s defence was exposed. The faults were similar to those at the last World Cup. Too much space for a cross, too easily cut open.They were outmuscled at times, at others simply outplayed with Gylfi Sigurdsson the best midfielder on the pitch.
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Roy Hodgson oversaw an England performance against Iceland which resembled a throwback to 1985. Photograph: Owen Humphreys/PA
The most gruesomely poignant moment of Hodgson’s farewell arrived after England had taken an early lead via Wayne Rooney’s penalty. Moments later they were undone by the most wonderfully English Iceland equaliser, a goal 40 years in the making, and gift-wrapped in more ways than one by Hodgson himself.
It was Don Howe, England’s assistant coach, who brought the long-throw flick-on goal to the world at Spain 82, where Bryan Robson scored a near-identical goal to Ragnar Sigurdsson’s here. Hodgson was already in Sweden that summer, already friends with Lagerback, already introducing this kind of innovative set piece to Swedish football. A “petard” is, according to Google, a small French bomb used to destroy flimsy structures.
Not only did England fail to defend a Roy-hallmarked long throw. They looked out of time, fretful, unable to assert their qualities, to show any kind of leadership or drive. They were again stationary as Iceland took the lead, this time through Kolbeinn Sigthorsson. Players came and went, as they have through this four-game campaign, a shuffling of non-specific parts into non-specific roles. So many of England’s footballers seem oddly generic, lacking in the extreme, identifiable qualities that define their own role. In France Hogdson has fiddled around with them the way you might a set of matching cards.
England 1-2 Iceland: five talking points from the Euro 2016 last-16 tie
Read more
It is of course wrong not to smear the blame around evenly. Hodgson made bad decisions. The loudest boos here were for the moment in the 87th minute when Harry Kane, the Premier League’s baffled, haggard golden boot, took another free-kick on the right, blathering it miles into the crowd. It was a very England moment.
Part Hodgson’s stubbornesss that this absurdity was still happening. But above all a product of the fact England simply don’t have any good enough ball-players to take free-kicks.
Individual errors meet swooping structural flaws: welcome to another England tournament exit. The real issue, of course, is the picture beyond the picture, failure spreading back up the arm. Some damning facts will be parroted in the days that follow.
Iceland has one Uefa B licence coach for every 825th member of the population. In England that number rises to one per 11,000. At times you wonder if the English really are interested in being good at this.
It is of course a more complex picture. Players still come through. Marcus Rashford was England’s boldest attacking presence at the end. The good has not yet been coaxed out of him, the fear set in. Football often comes to fine margins even when the end result is a collapse as stunning as this. For now the end of Hodgson’s England, so staid at times, will linger as a genuinely rare and refined humiliation.
It was the worst performance I've ever seen from England, or anyone, in quite a while. We looked like pub footballers at times in fancy gear. The amount of basic errors were criminal and widespread through the starting eleven. The tactics were atrousious, the set up was vague at best and the suspicicions the defense was completely shit were proven. We looked and played like a beaten team for 60 minutes. The lack of skill couldn't be compensated for belief, passion or desire. There really sad no redeeming quality displayed throughout that match. Just another load of average, boring footballers who believe their own hype, captained by the overrated Rooney and managed by a gutless, arrogant, dour old cunt.
Realistically, at the end of the day, taking one game at a time, it only takes a second to score a goal in a game of two halves, particularly if its end-to-end stuff and you've set out your stall out, but there are no easy International games anymore, its a funny old game you see and that early goal didn't really help.
Sorry, just updating my CV.
Sorry, just updating my CV.
But But Wilshere is MEANT to be a world class talent, and played 2 games in 6 months. SURELY he deserved those minutes? Don't let the results fool you - he was really phenomenal doing the small stuff.
I'm surprised you didn't say his pacemaker
England would have needed Andy Carroll. Yes, Andy fucking Carroll. Look at the strikers he picked for the Euros.
Kane had shown nothing the last couple of months. Self confidence close to 0.
Sturridge, not even close to be match fit. He will need probably half a season playing almost every week before he is match fit,
Vardy, no one know if he is a one season wonder.
Rashford, a young talent but a big gamble.
If you look at the squad then you will find 0 world class players, not a single one. If you had to pick the best 20 players in the Euros then no one would come from England, no one.
Rafa knew what would be done 2004. Maybe it is now time to do what he said must be done.
I doubt that you will find a single coach in spain first or second league that don't have at least UEFA b badge and I mean every coach, even they that train the kids. If you want to train kids then you must be qualified to do it. You don't need to be that in England.
You need B teams playing in the second and third highest leagues.
You need a winter break.
You need to get in a DoF for England, one that is allowed to organize everything from top to bottom. Someone like Rafa.
Kane had shown nothing the last couple of months. Self confidence close to 0.
Sturridge, not even close to be match fit. He will need probably half a season playing almost every week before he is match fit,
Vardy, no one know if he is a one season wonder.
Rashford, a young talent but a big gamble.
If you look at the squad then you will find 0 world class players, not a single one. If you had to pick the best 20 players in the Euros then no one would come from England, no one.
Rafa knew what would be done 2004. Maybe it is now time to do what he said must be done.
I doubt that you will find a single coach in spain first or second league that don't have at least UEFA b badge and I mean every coach, even they that train the kids. If you want to train kids then you must be qualified to do it. You don't need to be that in England.
You need B teams playing in the second and third highest leagues.
You need a winter break.
You need to get in a DoF for England, one that is allowed to organize everything from top to bottom. Someone like Rafa.
I thought England arrived to the Euros with the best strikers available to any squad. In form Vardy and Kane supplemented by the best of the bunch in Sturridge.
And then the old man decides to try and be hip and play a 4-3-3 with a largely unneccesary defensive midfielder and Rooney shoehorned into the team.
And then the old man decides to try and be hip and play a 4-3-3 with a largely unneccesary defensive midfielder and Rooney shoehorned into the team.
Btw, Ragnar Sigurdsson, their central defender that scored and won every single duel last night, has always been a very good, ball-playing defender too. Watched him loads when playing for FC Copenhagen, and whilst I don't think he was perhaps strong enough back then to go to a top 6 club in England it seems his last few years in Russia has matured him as a player and made him even stronger.
Worth a punt?
He'd probably be far less expensive than more well-known names but perhaps equally good - or if he plays like he's done so far in the Euro's, even better. And the fact he's always committing himself 100 percent, rarely gives away free kicks and is an intelligent player with outspoken leadership qualities too should just make him even more attractive.
Worth a punt?
He'd probably be far less expensive than more well-known names but perhaps equally good - or if he plays like he's done so far in the Euro's, even better. And the fact he's always committing himself 100 percent, rarely gives away free kicks and is an intelligent player with outspoken leadership qualities too should just make him even more attractive.
It's quite amusing that Wales and Iceland are still standing while England, Ireland, Scotland, Sweden, Norway, Finland and Denmark are either not even qualified or knocked out.
ALL HAIL THE SMALL BROS!
PS I know NI are the smallest of the countries on the British Isles why I did not include them in the mix. Hail them as well.
ALL HAIL THE SMALL BROS!
PS I know NI are the smallest of the countries on the British Isles why I did not include them in the mix. Hail them as well.
I was at the game. We were shit. I have a new found respect for icelanders, great craic. Thank fuck Roy's finally gone though
Thought that was great. They are celebrating that they are the last home nation left was all I saw in that.
Really? Like Everton would celebrate if we lost something? Yeah, really admirable, if you like small time teams and small time mentalities.
Very statesmanlike, as usual, at the EU.
Donald Tusk @donaldtusk 12h12 hours ago
UK-Iceland 1-2. Winter is coming.
Donald Tusk @donaldtusk 12h12 hours ago
England, of course. Sorry
Donald Tusk
UK-Iceland 1-2. Winter is coming.
Donald Tusk
England, of course. Sorry
I just watched Italy-Spain highlights. Fuck me, De Gea is such a fantastic goalie.
Or you could look at your arm & see this. Forever.
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