華金好沉
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上半場冇影
下半場自己去左兩三球:icon102: 野兔有得出:icon099: 皇蘇主場對維爾瓦都輸:o
下屆我係咪要係西乙先睇到巴斯克打毗戰?:o 原帖由 講野無point的人 於 2006-9-2504:37 PM 發表
皇蘇主場對維爾瓦都輸:o
下屆我係咪要係西乙先睇到巴斯克打毗戰?:o 畢爾包應該護到級既:o
皇蘇就真係忟水...:icon088: 原帖由 Vincent_Chan 於 2006-9-2505:29 AM 發表
施那馬邦高尼都份波入(係唔係借左去維爾亞)
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西甲榜首大戰 華倫巴塞握手言和
http://kindaichi_ohcl.mysinablog.com/index.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=273598 西甲第四輪掀小高潮 關鍵先生領銜本輪最佳陣容2006-09-25 06:55:41 來源: 網易體育專稿 作者：長路 網友評論 0 條 進入論壇
* 西甲第四輪精彩紛呈，焦點對決緊張刺激，進球梅花間竹。各支球隊的關鍵先生成為比賽的主角，他們也成為本輪最佳陣容的主角。
網易體育9月25日消息：西甲聯賽第四輪精彩對決接連上演，巴薩和瓦倫西亞的顛峰對決精彩刺激，馬德里競技逆轉塞維利亞，比利亞雷亞爾力克薩拉戈薩，維爾瓦3－2險勝皇家社會。西甲在剛剛開始就進入高潮，本輪賽事攻擊球員成為比賽最大的亮點，一個個精彩的入球讓球迷們目不暇接。本輪西甲最佳陣容如下（343）：
門將：
卡尼薩雷斯（瓦倫西亞）：西班牙老將寶刀未老，在巴薩的恐怖主場諾坎普卡尼薩雷斯只是被隊友阿比奧爾的烏龍球攻破了自己的打門。小羅、埃托奧等人的射門都被他拒之門外，全場比賽5次精彩的撲救讓人們看到了他雄風猶在，看臺上的阿拉貢內斯肯定都看在眼裏。
後衛：
羅伯托-卡洛斯（皇家馬德里）：巴西老將的第500次皇馬正式比賽肯定給他留下了難以磨滅的印象，雖然自己沒有取得入球，可是整場精彩的表現和最後時刻的血染球場受傷離場絕對讓人難以忘懷。卡洛斯整場比賽積極努力，最後時刻被打破眼角依然堅持比賽，只是由於腦震盪實在無法堅持才被迫離場。難怪卡佩羅執意留下卡洛斯，巴西老將的能力和拼搏精神無人匹敵。
弗拉諾（奧薩蘇納）：奧薩蘇納客場2－0力克強敵塞爾塔，整條後防線在弗拉諾的組織下井井有條。前場為奧薩蘇納貢獻了精彩的入球，弗拉諾領銜的後場將勝利保持到終場。
米格爾（瓦倫西亞）：面對世界一流的前場攻擊手小羅、埃托奧和梅西等人的輪番衝擊，米格爾始終保持高度的警覺性和出色的防守。全場比賽他基本沒有給對方從右側突破的機會，幾次危險區域的關鍵性搶斷恰到好處，幫助球隊客場成功逼平強大的巴薩。更關鍵的是他的助攻幫助比利亞首開紀錄，兩人攜手幾乎幫助蝙蝠軍團客場帶回3分。
前衛：
迪亞拉（皇家馬德里）：馬里人逐漸找到了在皇馬踢球的感覺，致勝的頭球幫助球隊客場取得3分，更關鍵的是他在中場的控制和阻截能力。這位黑金剛在中場積極的跑動和準確的斷球一次次將對方的攻勢阻擋，擁有這樣一位強力後腰，皇馬的後防線受益匪淺。
卡左拉（維爾瓦）：維爾瓦客場力克皇家社會，升班馬的中場核心卡左拉異常耀眼。雖然卡萊梅開二度立下戰功，可是卡左拉的組織才是維爾瓦取勝的關鍵。38分鐘卡萊首開紀錄來自卡左拉的妙傳，48分鐘卡萊的梅開二度又是來自卡作拉及時發現對方防守的失誤後精彩的組織。卡左拉導演了整場比賽，維爾瓦客場全取三分。
馬克西-羅德里格斯（馬德里競技）：世界盃英雄此次成為卡爾德隆的英雄，球隊大部分時間0－1落後，馬克西卻在最後時刻讓對手抱憾而歸。比賽臨近結束的時候，馬克西60秒內上演精彩表現，2個絕妙入球幫助球隊逆轉，成功上演不可能完成的任務。
古蒂（皇家馬德里）：勞爾坐在了替補席上，古蒂戴上隊長袖標成為皇馬的進攻核心。很久沒看到金狼如此優雅的表演了，皇馬的中場在古蒂的組織下井井有條。如果古蒂持續這樣的精彩表現，勞爾在皇馬的位置堪憂。
前鋒：
日基奇（桑坦德競技）：塞爾維亞高中鋒上演梅開二度，桑坦德競技客場戰平塔拉哥納。日基奇不僅僅只有頭球，46分鐘的右腳勁射展現他另外的一面，而補時階段利用角球機會的頭球得分展現了他身材上的優勢。桑坦德肯定為擁有這樣一位出色的前鋒感到慶倖，否則客場根本無法搶得1分。
比利亞（瓦倫西亞）：比利亞就是巴薩的剋星，雖然球隊佔據劣勢，雖然鋒線上沒有莫倫特斯與他共同奮戰，可是他幾乎一人終結了巴賽隆納。開場17分鐘的精彩配合製造了瓦倫西亞的進球，埃杜的分球，米格爾的右路助攻，比利亞鏟射破門。上半時最後階段比利亞拿球禁區內晃過馬科斯的勁射擊中立柱彈出，如果攻入第二球說不定今天的勝利就將屬於瓦倫西亞。
卡波（萊萬特）：萊萬特主場力克開賽表現不俗的拉科魯尼亞，前鋒卡波表現耀眼，梅開二度立下頭功。16分鐘的任意球機會，卡波的勁射擊中門柱折射入網首開紀錄。74分鐘，他接到隊友妙傳勁射再度入球。卡波的兩個精彩的入球幫助球隊取得三分，升班馬萊萬特開賽表現不俗。
（長路）
Friends reunited
I almost stayed at home tonight, since there were good reasons to avoid wandering over to Anoeta to take in my first live game of the season. It was raining, nothing new there in the Manchester of Spain, and the San Sebastián Film Festival has just got under way, almost tempting me away from sweat and leather to something a little more cerebral... well, the Neil Young film 'Heart of Gold', if that counts as cerebral.The only problem was that the visitors to Anoeta were Recreativo de Huelva, and me and Recre go back a long way. Well, not so long really - seven years to be exact. Back then Recre were in their more habitual environment of the Second Division 'A', at home to a Villarreal side who would go up that season and begin to establish themselves in the top flight.
I was researching a book on Spanish football, eventually to be called 'Morbo', and I was still unsure as to whether it was going to work. Recreativo were the first side to turn professional in Spain way back in 1889 and so it seemed logical to travel the length of Spain to see what they were all about. I'm not absolutely sure of this piece of data, but I reckon that the trip from north-east to south-west is the furthest a team has to travel on the mainland to play a top-flight game at least. That's what Recre had to do this weekend, but I digress.
Back in 1999 they lost 1-4 to Villarreal in their old Colombino stadium, but made such a fuss of the fact that I'd gone down there to write about them that I've stayed sort of faithful ever since. They gave me a special seat, bought me supper, interviewed me on the local radio and telly - and all because someone was taking notice of them.
On a bad day for them, the presence of an obscure English rookie writer (their newspaper referred to me grandiosely the next day as 'the distinguished English Historian') was a straw to clutch at. But I never forgot their hospitality, in a season when they finished next to bottom but were saved from the drop by the financial irregularities of Mérida.
In an ever-increasing world of corporate and depersonalised sport, where the word 'supporter' has been supplanted by 'client', it's clubs like Recreativo that deserve to be supported. After Grimsby Town and Real Sociedad of course, but we all need a third team just in case.
The whole experience down in Huelva convinced me that the history of Spanish football was worth writing about, so tonight I went along to pay homage to my old mates, back in the First Division again after a brief stay in the 2002-2003 season. That was the year I last saw them play, at Osasuna one dark and rainy night in the King's Cup semi-final; a wonderful game that they drew 2-2 in heroic circumstances, taking them to the only Cup final of their less than illustrious history.
They lost the final to Mallorca and went down the same season, but anyway. I only got into the semi-final because the club generously sent me up a ticket, remembering the book and also the fact that I'd gone down to Pamplona for the league game in the November, which Recre had surprisingly won 0-1. It was the first game they'd won in the top flight since June 1979, which had been during their only season (up to then) in the First.
I hung around outside the stadium that night, as you do, and as the players came out to the coach I approached José Galán, the only player who'd been in the side when I saw them in 1999.
In the dark, I showed him the programme that I'd kept from that game against Villarreal. He seemed confused. 'Do you want me to sign it for you?' he asked, frowning. 'No, no' I replied. 'I just wanted you to know that you don't lose every time I come to see you' at which point Galán laughed and turned to his team-mates: 'Hey - get this guy some free tickets. He can come to every game!'
Tonight though, Recre were sporting a very different squad, fifteen of whom were signed in the summer - five of them secured an hour before the deadline. Critics said it was unnecessary, especially for a side who won the Second Division last season with the most goals scored and the least conceded.
They were sporting a very different kit too, since their blue and white striped kit is identical to that of Real Sociedad. Curiously enough, it is said that in 1908 a sailor from San Sebastián, hanging around in Huelva before his ship set sail, swapped a Recre shirt for a tin of tobacco. When he got back to the Basque Country, he showed it to a mate of his who was playing for Club Ciclista, the side who were to become Real Sociedad. Preferring Recre's shirt to their green and white one, the colours were adopted there and then.
However, under the gleam of the 21st century floodlights and against the rich green of Anoeta's autumnal turf, their new rhubarb-and-custard combination is not particularly fetching. Neither is the first half, and as the rain patters down the game stutters and stumbles - two teams with too many new faces, a pitch full of strangers.
Nevertheless, Recre look the livelier side and it is no surprise when they open the scoring just before half-time after a great dribble by the little Cazorla leaves Calle with an open goal to tap into. Then, five minutes into the second half, Calle scores again, and I begin to wish that I hadn't come.
Apart from the Villarreal game in 1999, I have begun to feel as though I am some kind of talisman for the team and tonight seems to be proving the theory. It's cold too, with a wet wind blowing in from the north - the kind of conditions that theoretically favour the home side, playing a team from the parched south.
Crisis looms for Sociedad, and the supporters are getting out the hankies for a quick wave. Only one point so far this season, snatched in extremis at Bilbao, and now 0-2 down to a side they were expected to beat.
As much as I like Recre, I want Sociedad to turn it around - which they proceed to do, coming out of their shells and pouring forward. Soon it's 2-2 and Recre are wobbling. Then, in the last gasp of injury time, the visitors set up a quick counter, the ball bobbles over to Liverpool loanee Sinama-Pongolle, and it's 2-3, amidst a funereal silence.
The Huelva bench explodes and pours onto the pitch, the ref blows and it's all over. I feel that it's all my fault, and sneak out of the stadium with my head down so that no-one can see my guilty expression.
What a wonderfully daft pastime football is. Every year I think that I'll grow out of it, but I never do. And in the end it's the live stuff that does it. You can watch it on the TV and fool yourself that your interest is waning, but as soon as you go to the match you're hooked again.
Elsewhere, Barcelona came up against serious opposition for only the second time this season (the previous occasion being against Sevilla) and were again found wanting, drawing at home to a Valencia side who are looking tougher by the week. Expect them to make some waves in the Champions League later on this year.
Real Madrid share the top spot with them, after a performance a la Capello at Betis, in which Diarra got off the mark for his new club in a 0-1 win. No place in the starting line-up for either Becks or Raúl, a situation described by the tabloid Marca as the beginning of the new 'terrestrial' era (as in non-galactic). Don't bet on it.
Sevilla lost their top spot after coming a cropper 2-1 at Atlético Madrid, although the fact that they finished with nine men didn't help matters. Atlético are beginning to get results, and a bit of confidence. Four weeks gone and the signs are that this season might not be such a one-horse race.
And can Recreativo stay up for more than one season, a feat not achieved in either of their last two sojourns amongst the elite? Well - if they send their talisman tickets for a few more of their away matches, you never know.
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