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Friday, 29 November 2013

Three Cathedrals Of Football

Since our first game against Reykjavik in 1964 we’ve played teams from most of the 50 countries that make up Europe, which got me thinking what are the best stadiums and cities I’ve visited while following the Liverbird? The three I have chosen are considered to be the real cathedrals of football and some of the most difficult to get a result in, we’ve managed to get a win in all three in recent years… as the banner said “Them Scousers Again”.



Camp Nou

Barcelona 1:2 Liverpool – Deco, Craig Bellamy, John Arne Riise

Champions League Last 16, 1st Leg

Visited: 21st February 2007

From main station: Metro, five minutes on L5 from Sants Estacio to Collblanc

Camp Nou is the largest football stadium in Europe and home to FC Barcelona. It has a capacity of 99,354 seats. FC Barcelona, the proud visualisation of everything that is Catalan, like to say that they are ‘mès que un club’ (more than a club). Their home trounces any other in Europe for size. On a summer’s night, with the lights of the city twinkling behind spectators and the players mere specks on the far-off playing pitch, you certainly feel the expansiveness.



The City of Barcelona

There are bigger, grander, posher cities in Europe. It may not share the profile of a London, New York or Paris. But I've yet to find a place that packs so much into such a small space. There's attractions galore. Something for you whether you're sports mad, a culture vulture or just like sitting a Spanish street watching the world go by. It's great for a weekend but you can spend a week here, no problem. Throw in a world standard football team and the most famous half-built cathedral in the world, and you surely can't go far wrong. But perhaps the real magic of Barcelona is that it's a city you can wander and endlessly discover. The Ramblas, the long straight bustling tourist thoroughfare stretching down to the harbour, may well be where your holiday begins - but Barcelona is far more than just those bird sellers, actors and endless street bars. It is a people's city, a working class city. Madrid oozes class and sophistication but Barca is all grit and pride. Scrape below the tourist hype and you'll find a slice of real urban Spain. The more you explore it, the more you will enjoy it.



Stadio Giuseppe Meazza

Internazionale 0:1 Liverpool - Fernando Torres

Champions League Last 16, 2nd Leg

Visited: 11th March 2008

From main station: From Milano Centrale, Milano Porta Garibaldi and Milano Lambrate stations take underground line 2 (MM2 direction Abbiategrasso), change at Cadorna FN metro station, take underground line 1 (MM1 direction Rho-Fiera) and get off at Lotto metro station. From Milano Porta Genova station, take underground line 2 (MM2 direction Cologno/Gessate), change at Cadorna FN metro station, then take underground line 1 (MM1 direction Rho-Fiera), and get off at Lotto metro station.

Stadio Guiseppe Meazza, is the home of Milan clubs AC Milan and FC Internazionale.The stadium has a capacity of 80,018 seats. Better known as the ‘San Siro’ after the district where it sits like a hulking UFO, the Giuseppe Meazza is the pick of Italian calcio stadiums. The San Siro makes for a unique cauldron for the weekly dramas that dictate the lives of tifosi (fans) of both teams. Match day here is like an oversized Verdi opera production, with a colourful cast of thousands, carefully choreographed displays of support, and heroes and villains on both sides.



The City of Milan

Milan. Think high fashion. High class handbags. Cutting edge clothes. Grand. Expensive. Very expensive. Those were the words that sprang into my head when I jetted off to the unofficial, self-proclaimed capital of northern Italy. And at first glance, much of the above can be said to be true. A shoppers' paradise with classic architecture to boot - and yes, in the wrong places it can puncture a very large hole in the wallet. But if you can take a walk away from the heavily touristy areas and there is much more to this city. There are definitely districts worth a wander, most within walking distance of the middle. And you're rarely far from a place to linger for a drink or a pizza, if you don't mind the price. The best place to start is at the Duomo. It's Milan's big cathedral, a quite outstanding building that's in the heart of the city. Take a wander inside - and, if it's a clear day head to the rooftop terrace for a view as far as the Alps. It's free to wander inside and take a look, with a charge for the rooftop.  In front of the cathedral is Piazza del Duomo, an open square where tourists can run the gauntlet of some of the more persistent hawkers I’ve had the displeasure of encountering. Even if you're not a big shopper, you need to take a look inside the Galleria, Italy's first and probably most famous shopping arcade. Manchester Arndale it is not. With the Duomo in front of you, the arcade is off to the left. The glorious interior, from ceiling to floor, are as big an attraction as the items in the stores themselves. And that's saying something. It's a who's who of the biggest names in world fashion. Head to the middle and you have four classic names, one in each corner. Prada, Bernasconi, Louis Vuitton… and… wait for it… a McDonalds. The big yellow arches have reached here - although in deference to the surroundings they're not quite as big, or yellow. Continue through the arcade and out the other side where you arrive in Piazza de la Scala, home of the La Scala opera house. Now to those in the opera know, this is the home of opera. This is the very heart of Milan, which with its classical feel is host to dozens of galleries and museums, too many to list here. Although special mention needs to go to Leonardo de Vinci's The Last Supper, one of the world's most famous paintings, which can be found at Santa Maria dell Grazie. Maybe Milan isn't the most Italian of Italian cities. It does have its rich side, maybe even appear initially a little aloof but cut through some first impressions and I have to say the welcome was as warm as anywhere.



Estadio Santiago Bernabéu

Real Madrid 0:1 Liverpool - Yossi Benayoun

Champions League Last 16, 1st Leg

Visited: 25th February 2009

From main station: Metro, Line 1 to Tribunal, then Line 10 to Santiago Bernabeu

Estadio Santiago Bernabéu is the third largest stadium of Europe and home to Real Madrid CF. It currently has a capacity of 85,454 seats. You need to come to the Bernabéu twice. Come once to approach it at leisure, circumnavigate the towering stadium and tour Real Madrid’s superb museum. Like many clubs, Real Madrid boast that they are by far the greatest team the world has ever seen. Unlike anyone else, they’ve got nine European Cups on display in the museum to prove their credentials. Come back for a match, preferably an evening game against deadly rivals Barcelona, when it feels like the crowd are about to topple onto the pitch and the noise is deafening. A blasting from the heaters, which keep fans rugged up against the chilly Madrid winter nights, is quite an experience, too.



The City of Madrid

Whereas Barcelona clearly has no time for Madrid, the Spanish capital gives the distinct impression of looking down its nose at its Catalan neighbour. Madrid is a wealthy, sophisticated city. It oozes style and class through its buildings and its people. Classic buildings line the wide tree lined avenues as you head into the city. It sees itself as more sophisticated than the rest of Spain, a city of finance, business, the classics and money, with traditional tapas bars on ever corner. At its heart is the Plaza Mayor. In years gone by the courtyard hosted bullfighting. Now its grand setting has made way to continental street cafes. It's the ultimate meeting point with street entertainers and artists ready to draw your portrait - if it takes your fancy. The grandest building in town is the Palacio Real, a magnificent palace home to hundreds of rooms which you can pay a visit to. It's an official residence of the King of Spain who doesn't live there but is a frequent host for ceremonial events. One definite highlight - and it's free - is a weekend walk in the park. Of a weekend, the people of Madrid flock to Parque del Beun Retiro, directly behind the Prado museum. It's a vast park but full of life at the weekends when there's street entertainers, stalls and more around the central boating lake. There's even a few cafes and bars well worth stopping at and watching the world go by. Hop off metro stop Retiro - alternatively it's a 30 minute walk from Sol. scratch the cities surface and you will be charmed by its friendliness, laid back feel - and of course, its football. A lot of the magic can be found in the districts you stumble upon. The restaurants of the Cortes area to the east of Sol busy all day and most of the night to name but one, a contrast to the more touristy and at times seedy parts of Gran Via. Late into the night, locals and tourists are wandering the streets - Madrid doesn't shut early.

Monday, 11 November 2013

Igor Bišćan Hall of Fame #5

Welcome to my weekly blog “The Igor Bišćan Hall of Fame” every week I’ll be adding two new additions, one will be a Liverpool Legend or fans favourite, the other a Player, Manager or Club who have contributed to the world game we all love (Gary Neville need not worry). Please comment below who you’d like to see make the IBHoF, here are this weeks entries. YNWA



GERRY BYRNE

1957/58 - 1968/69

When Bill Shankly breezed into Anfield in December 1959, the career of full-back Gerry Byrne was going nowhere rather too quickly for comfort. After making only two first-team appearances in two seasons and performing but moderately for the reserves, the swarthy defender was on the transfer list and looked for all the world like a player who would loiter on the fringe of the big time for several years before drifting inevitably towards a lower grade of football.

The new boss, however, saw something that everyone else had evidently missed. He transformed Gerry from a Central League plodder into one of the most effective backs in the land - and although he couldn't have known it at the time he was breathing life into the future of a man who, one rainy day in May 1965, was destined to become one of the true heroes of Liverpool soccer history.

But even the most inspired manager needs a little help from fate and it came in the form of injuries to regular left-back Ronnie Moran. Gerry stepped in with a string of accomplished performances and, when Ronnie returned to first-team duty, continued his development by switching to right-back at the expense of Dick White.

He was an ever-present in the 1961/62 promotion campaign and became an auto­matic choice throughout the heady triumphs of the mid-sixties, reclaiming his left-sided role when Chris Lawler replaced the ageing Moran. Quiet and undemonstrative in both play and demeanour, Gerry brought a granite reliability to the Reds' defence. He wasn't over-endowed with pace but compensated by reading the game with cool assurance and with a tackle that was fearsome. Shankly was adamant that there wasn't a harder - or fairer - footballer in the game and, never a man prone to understatement, he described his protege's performance in the defeat of Belgian champions Anderlecht in late 1964 as 'the best full-back display Europe has ever seen'.

The match which clinched Gerry's place in Liverpool legend was the 1965 FA Cup Final against Leeds United in which he played for 117 minutes with a broken collar-bone, overcoming grinding pain and disguising his infirmity from Don Revie's men, who would certainly have taken advantage if they had recognised his plight. Not only did he subdue the lively Johnny Giles, he also laid on the Reds' first goal in extra time when he took a glorious pass from Willie Stevenson, reached the byline and swept over a cross for Roger Hunt to head home.

Having played a full part in taking two Championships as well as the Cup triumph, Gerry hurt a knee against Leicester City in August 1966 and was never quite the same dominant force again. When recurring knee trouble prompted premature retirement in 1969, leading to a spell as an Anfield coach, Shanks was again warm in his praise: 'When Gerry went, it took a big chunk out of Liverpool. Something special was missing.'

For a man who enjoyed so much success at club level, Gerry had little international joy. In the first of his two outings for England he endured a chasing from Scotland's Willie Henderson, and he lacked the class, perhaps, to mount a serious challenge to the immaculate Ray Wilson. Liverpool, though, knew his value - and it was immense.



BORN: Liverpool, 29.8.38. GAMES: 329 (1). GOALS: 3.

CLUBS: 1957-1969 Liverpool.

HONOURS: League Championship 63/4, 65/6. Second Division Championship 61/2. FA Cup 64/5.

INERNATIONAL CAREER: 2 England caps (63-66).



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GIUSEPPE MEAZZA

Giuseppe Meazza was Italian football's first superstar. Nicknamed 'Peppino', he was a graceful centre forward with never a single Brylcreemed hair out of place. The highlights of his career were two World Cup triumphs - the second as Italy's captain.

Born in Milan, he made his debut with Inter at the age of seventeen' marking his arrival by scoring twice in a Cup game. In his second season he set a new club record with 33 goals (twice netting five in a game and once, against Venezia, scoring six). In 1930 he was the League's top goalscorer - a feat he would repeat on two more occasions (1936 and 1938).

He was particularly deadly in one-on-one situations, delighting in rounding the keeper before stroking the ball into the net. In 1933 Juventus and Italy keeper Giampiero Combi had the temerity to suggest that Meazza would not be able to sidestep him. Meazza told his friend to put his money where his mouth was and Combi duly accepted the bet. When Inter and Juventus next met, Meazza set off on a dazzling run from the half-way line, leaving several defenders trailing in his wake, before dummying Combi and scoring. Combi went straight up to him and shook his hand. With Meazza such a consistent marksman, Inter won the Serie A title in 1930 and 1938 and the Coppa Italia in 1939.

He made his international debut against Switzerland in 1930, scoring twice, and went one better three months later with a hat-trick against Hungary. He remained a virtual ever-present in the national side for nine years, Vittorio Pozzo, the Italy coach, having taken the decision to switch Meazza from his club position of centre forward to an inside-forward berth that would allow him to use his passing skills to better effect.

In 1934 Meazza was one of only a handful of home-grown talents in the Italian World Cup team, the remainder being South Americans. When quizzed about this, Pozzo said that if the South Americans could die for Italy (they were eligible for national service), they could play football for the country, and FIFA chose to turn a blind eye. Inspired by Meazza, who scored two goals in the tournament including a crucial header in the quarter-final replay against Spain, Italy became world champions. Two years later he helped Italy win the Olympic football competition, as a result of which he was appointed captain for the 1938 World Cup in France. Following wins over Norway and the host nation, Meazza's penalty enabled Italy to overcome Brazil 2-1 in the semi-final. A 4-2 victory over Hungary in the final saw Meazza receive the trophy in front of Mussolini with a Fascist salute.

Having reached the summit of his profession, Meazza began to fall from grace. His extravagant lifestyle left him in financial difficulties and injuries severely restricted his appearances. At the end of 1939 he moved to city rivals AC Milan but although his class still shone through, he had lost much of his pace. After two stop-start years with Milan (37 games - 9 goals), he guested for Juventus (27 games -10 goals) before joining Atalanta for one season in 1945, scoring twice in fourteen games. With Inter struggling, he returned to his old club as player/coach and worked his old magic to help them stave off relegation. He played his last Serie A game against Bologna in Milan's San Siro Stadium in June 1947. In total he had scored 243 goals in 361 games for Inter - a magnificent record.

When Meazza died in 1979 at the age of 68, the City Council of Milan decided to honour him in recognition of his importance to Italian football. Accordingly on what would have been his 69th Birthday, the San Siro Stadium was officially renamed Stadio Giuseppe Meazza.



BORN: Milan, Kingdom of Italy. 23.8.10.

DIED: Rapallo, Italy. 21.8.79 (aged 68).

CLUBS: 1927–1940 Inter, 1940–1942 Milan, 1942–1943 Juventus, 1944 Varese, 1945–1946 Atalanta, 1946–1947 Inter.

INERNATIONAL CAREER: Italy 1930–1939 Caps 53 Goals 33.



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The Igor Bišćan Hall of Fame welcomes you both. YNWA