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England’s Tears: Italy ’90

By Kevin Hoggard

Passionate Italians, close shaves, tight shorts, blood, sweat and a crying Englishman… and that was just my summer job at the docks.  Oh yeah, and there was also a World Cup to wile away our summer evenings.

England win, England win, England win!  Yes, you read that correctly.  We came away from Italia 90 with silverware.  The boys lined up, the medals were distributed, Sir Bobby bowed and gave a speech and finally the Fair Play trophy was ours.

But even more pointless was the 3rd and 4th place “consolation” playoff.  The lads had just lost a gruelling semi-final but couldn’t even pack their bags to go and sit on the beach for a week.  They had to play what amounted to a friendly against disgruntled opponents… with neither team wanting to be there.  And since you asked: we lost that as well.

England had set up base in Cagliari on the island of Sardinia.  They had the paradox of struggling through qualification without conceding a goal.  At the World Cup, they found themselves drawn in a tough group.  The Netherlands, Republic of Ireland and Egypt were the teams tasked with removing the Three Lions from their Italian sojourn.

Sir Bobby had pretty much stuck by the aging squad that had taken him to the quarterfinals in Mexico.  Peter Shilton was the wrong side of 40 and would go on to get his 125th cap during the tournament.  Still in the team were Butcher, Robson, Waddle, Lineker, Beardsley and Barnes.  The youngest player in the squad was Paul Gascoigne.  He would go on to become the iconic figure of Italia ‘90 and then later become an alcoholic, eventually sectioned under the mental health act.  Swings and roundabouts!

England flattered to deceive in the group stages.  For the first 10 days, I sat in my bedsit, watching a 19” TV, drinking cups of tea and controlling my tightening sphincter — quite surprising considering my summer job.

We looked listless in the opening game.  Lineker opened the scoring on eight minutes but Ireland fought back to equalise in the second half.  The result: 1-1.  Our next match was Holland.  Bobby switched to a sweeper system and we actually outplayed the Dutch… but a goalless stalemate ensued.  Bryan Robson would hobble off the pitch, never to return.

So we needed a result in our final game yet again.  All that remained between us and a move back to the mainland were the Egyptians.  It was a struggle, but in the 64th minute Gazza would swing in a beautiful free kick that was met by the balding ginger pate of Mark Wright.

It was enough to make us group winners with Ireland bizarrely joining us in second, thanks to the drawing of lots.  And despite losing the lot draw, Holland would also make it through as a best third place team!  I’m surprised they didn’t let Egypt join in the party as well. Why send anyone home?!?

The win put the team (and our hordes of marauding hooligans) in Bologna to face the Belgians.  Belgium was a limited side but we had hardly sparkled.  During a pretty dour 90 minutes, the closest anyone came was Enzo Scifo.  He struck an incredible swerving 30-yard shot.  It had Shilton beat all ends up but luckily for us, it struck the inside of the post and rebounded out to safety.

Into extra time now and both teams were looking tired.  With one minute to go before the penalty shoot-out, Gazza went on a run and was fouled mid-way through the Belgian half.  We packed the box and Gazza clipped a looping ball into the area.  You’d think with that sort of delivery, the Belgians would be able to at least challenge for the ball… but somehow Platt found the ball dropping to him unmarked.  With his back to goal, he spun and hit a tremendous volley over his shoulder and into the back of the net.  Blessed relief!

The next match was one of my favourites in England’s World Cup history.  Cameroon had won a tough group that contained Romania and Argentina.  They dispatched Colombia in the second round, setting up a quarterfinal showdown with England in Napoli.

I love African’s football mentality.  They’ll probably never win anything in my lifetime but they are always fun to watch.  They are incredibly naive at the back.  They play like school kids.  Nobody wants to defend and everybody wants to go up front to score.  This attitude would lead to an incredibly open game with chances flying at either end.

Platt again opened the scoring with a fairly simple English goal.  Work the wing, cross the ball, head down into the net.  1-0 at the half.  But Cameroon looked good and I was as nervous as a choirboy told to stay behind by the vicar.  Gascoigne made a rash challenge in the area.  Penalty!  It was dispatched with much aplomb and it would be the first of three penalties on the day.

Roger Milla was the face of Cameroon.  He was about 80 when the World Cup was played but he oozed class.  It was he that would slide in Ekeke on 65 minutes to clip the ball over Shilton.  How was this slipping away from us?  Surely we can’t be denied a place in the semi-final by Cameroon, can we?

With seven minutes to go – and with thoughts of spending the rest of the summer playing Kick Off on my Atari ST racing through my head — England were spared by a scything challenge on Lineker in the area.  Penalty number two.  Lineker picked himself up and calmly sent the keeper the wrong way.

Cameroon carved chance after chance out as the game went into extra time.  We looked tired… but the youngest man on the team was still playing strong.  Gazza bustled through his own half and put a slide rule pass into Lineker’s stride.  One on one with the keeper, Lineker was again taken down.  Gary dusted himself down and drilled it as hard as he could straight down the middle.  What a game! 3-2, bring on the Germans!

Deutschland had gone through Poland, Belgium and France before reaching England. Hang on…sorry… wrong tournament.  The Germans had topped an easy group and then beat the Netherlands and the Czechs to get to this stage.

Gazza’s tears for Sir Bobby echo those from Italy, 19 years before.

Twenty years on and it’s still hard for me to talk about the day.  After watching it again for this piece, it still makes me tingle when Lineker equalizes. It makes me ill when Gazza cries and Waddle blazes the hopes of a nation over the German bar.  We outplayed the Germans but as ever, they prevailed.  No words can describe the gut wrenching feeling of that loss.

England lost in a penalty shoot-out on the day.  It was the first one that we, as Englishmen, had been a part of.  We would go on to win one against Spain in the 96 Euros. But then losses to Germany, Argentina and Portugal twice — all by the dreaded spot kick — would see us eliminated from almost every major tournament in this agonising manner.  Six out of seven times we have lost.  Whatever happens in South Africa this year, the one thing I can guarantee you:

No Englishman wants us to endure the agony of that 12-yard kick again.

In the last 20 years, Kevin hasn’t been able to so much as look at a piece of schnitzel… and, for some reason, jumps at the sound of a foghorn.

Up next: The Tournament That Wasn’t.


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Team America: More than just puppets

Ian Harrison

England will face a stern first-match test at this summer’s World Cup when they play the United States on June 12 in Rustenburg. Despite winning seven of nine all-time meetings with the Americans, outscoring their opponents 35-8 in those games, England will know this is a capable and dangerous US team, one coming off a first-place finish in CONCACAF qualifying and a finals appearance at last summer’s Confederations Cup.

That tournament was marked by the USA’s impressive 2-0 victory over Spain in the semi-finals, ending the European champions’ 15-match winning streak, and by America’s 2-0 halftime lead over Brazil in the final, a game that ended in a 3-2 victory for the South Americans.

In fact, that blown lead was a hallmark of the USA’s recent defeats; they also saw advantages disappear in a Confederations Cup loss to Italy, and in a CONCACAF qualifying match against Mexico.

The biggest story when America announced its preliminary roster this week was the omission of Charlie Davies. The fleet-footed forward, whose pace created problems for opponents at the Confederations Cup, suffered a ruptured bladder, fractured elbow, broken tibia and femur and facial injuries in a car accident last October. His French club, Sochaux, had not given full medical clearance for him to play in South Africa.

Davies was a passenger in that crash, which came one day before a World Cup qualifying match against Costa Rica at Washington’s RFK Stadium, and happened after Davies was out beyond the team curfew on the eve of the match.

Another notable omission was one-time teenage phenom Freddy Adu, now playing in for Greek club Aris Thessaloniki.

With Davies unavailable, the possibility exists that US coach Bob Bradley could select an MLS player, either Houston’s Brian Ching or former TFC player and current LA Galaxy forward Edson Buddle, to join Jozy Altidore in attack. Both lack major international experience: Buddle’s only national team appearance was 11 minutes as a substitute against Venezuela seven years ago, while Ching played in two qualifying matches but has never played at the World Cup

Another option is Herculez Gomez, who tied for the Mexican League lead with 10 goals at first division Puebla this season, making him the first American to lead a foreign league in scoring.

Galaxy midfielder and long-time US national team player Landon Donovan is the other MLS player expected to play a major role.

Several American back line players are recovering from injury-plagued seasons. A.C. Milan defender Oguchi Onyewu is coming back from knee surgery and has not played in seven months. Carlos Bocanegra missed Rennes’ match last weekend with stomach pain and Jay DeMerit last played April 17, dropped from Watford’s final three games because of an abdominal injury.

There are injury woes in midfield, too. Bolton’s Stuart Holden returned on the final weekend of the EPL season after a broken leg and Fulham’s Clint Dempsey missed two months earlier this year with a knee injury.

So, how will Bradley’s squad line up? Everton’s Tim Howard is a lock for the top goalkeeper’s spot, Onyewu and Bocanegra are expected to anchor the central defensive positions and Steve Cherundolo and Jonathan Spector are the leading candidates for right back and left back, respectively.

Bradley is thought to favour versatility in midfield, with Dempsey and Donovan given space to roam forward. Holden can play any midfield position and is a dead ball threat. Michael Bradley, the coach’s son, who plays his club football for Germany’s Monchengladbach, is as comfortable in a holding role as he is in attack. Another Bundesliga player, Ricardo Clark of Eintracht Frankfurt, will share defensive responsibilities with Maurice Edu, who got his professional start in Canada with Toronto FC before being sold to Glasgow Rangers.

They may be strong in goal and capable in attack with Altidore, Dempsey and Donovan, the Americans must be considered inferior to England down the middle of the field, especially at the back. The outcome of this game could be pivotal in determining whether England will be able to top Group C, and should be a cracking start to the tournament for both teams.

The Americans will play three friendlies before the World Cup, two at home and one in South Africa. They will face the Czech Republic in East Hartford, Conn. on May 25, then play Turkey in Philadelphia on May 29. They will complete their tune-up against Australia in a June 5 game in Roodepoort, South Africa.

Canadian fans used to being spurned by native-born players will note with interest that even the United States, which has now qualified for six straight World Cups, is having trouble holding on to some of its talented players. New Jersey-born Giuseppe Rossi was selected for Italy while Neven Subotic, born in Bosnia but raised in Utah, will play for Serbia, where his parents were born.

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