8 February 2012

Fim


That's Artur Agostinho, one of the leading footballing (and cultural) commentators of the Portuguese twentieth century. There's no particular reason for selecting this photo, I've just always enjoyed it.

Anyway, the more observant among you will have noticed that this blog is no longer updated with the regularity it once was. There's a variety of reasons for this, few of which will probably be of much interest to you, the reader. It's just how it is.

This blog will remain, but will no longer be updated. I'm not disappearing entirely: I'll still be on Twitter, over at PortuGOAL, and some other places, from time to time. Just not here. Obrigado, e boa sorte.

16 November 2011

Never in doubt...

Photo credit: Jorge Amaral/Global Images

12 November 2011

Under the circumstances...Bosnia 0-0 Portugal

Ping! Pow! Paulo Bento and his Portugal squad have spent most of the last seven days bobbing and weaving, swinging and swaying under a finely-honed series of attacks. At first, their defence was belaboured, and the slings (not to mention the arrows) found their home with an undeniable force. But by the time Bento sat down to face the press following last night following Portugal's 0-0, he resembled a stoic who has endured what he increasingly believes to be the worst, or at least something close to it.

In the wake of the great Joe Frazier's passing, the temptation to reach into the bloodied book of boxing analogies is at an all time high. But in truth, Portugal have resembled less a prizefighter than a leaking ship, one which many chose to label sinking prior to kick off in the crackling Bilino Polje stadium yesterday evening.

In fairness to Bento, the foul weather (both metaphorical and literal) that had descended on his preparations can only be partially attributed to his methods and decisions. The two main issues were undeniably external.

First, there was José Bosingwa. An undisputed starter during the latter days of Luiz Felipe Scolari and throughout the chaotic reign of Carlos Queiroz, Bosingwa's career was in October 2009 placed on ice for a year by a serious knee injury, one which ruled him out of Portugal's ill-fated World Cup campaign. As Bento set about reviving the fortunes of the Selecção, with wins over Denmark, Iceland, and most memorably Spain, Bosingwa was easing his way back into the rhythm of competitive football. Against Argentina in February of this year, Bento once again selected João Pereira ahead of Bosingwa, reportedly irking the latter's ire. Facts are conspicuous by their absence in this case, but a generally agreed-upon version of events has emerged - Bosingwa made his displeasure known, Bento promptly dropped him from the squad.

In Tuesday's A Bola, Bosingwa broke his silence, days after Bento had cracked under the relentless line of questioning regarding his continued exclusion and termed the Chelsea player "emotionally unstable." This is not exactly unfamiliar territory for Bento. Vladimir Stojkovic, Miguel Veloso and even the untouchable Liédson were among those who were drawn into messy, public falling-outs with him at Sporting, with the first two eventually finding their positions at the club to be untenable. A taciturn figure, Bento possesses a clear distaste for what might be termed the more modern aspects of the game, including the creeping rise in player power. Like many disciplinarian coaches, his own days as a pro were marked by a number of unsavoury incidents, including a lengthy ban following Portugal's Euro 2000 semi-final exit.

Clearly Bosingwa is a man who knows his history. "I am proud to say that I have a spotless record with the national team, unlike him [Bento], who in emotional terms left much to be desired at Euro 2000." Dispensing with the my-dad-is-bigger-than-your-dad tactics, Bosingwa then delivered a bilious parting shot: "It is public knowledge that he is a coach in conflict with his players. As much as I find it hard, I will not go back on my word and I will not wear the national shirt while he is coach..."

Of course, by the time he could be confronted with Bosingwa's stinging testimony (having despatched Hélder Postiga and Pepe to face the music during the squad's preparatory training camp in Óbidos), Bento - and the press - had bigger fish to fry. Or perhaps plant, if you were Portugal technical director Carlos Godinho, who reportedly described the admittedly abysmalturf at the Bilino Polje as more similar to that of a potato field than a football pitch. In the event, a few spuds - think of them as auxiliary projectiles - might have come in handy during an eventful stay in Bosnia that began with chants of 'Messi, Messi' at Sarajevo airport, moved on to the now-infamous laser pen incident(s), and culminated (according to FPF President Gilberto Madaíl) in the Bosnian authorities ordering the watering of the turf prior to kick off, despite having agreed not to do so.

A more testing environment you could not wish to avoid. But, like a ship that sails grimly headlong into an oncoming storm, Portugal took to the field against Bosnia and, for the first forty-five minutes in particular, outplayed them in unexpectedly comprehensive fashion. The pitch undoubtedly hindered both teams: Moutinho and Coentrão were not their usual influential selves, but equally one can hardly imagine that the nimble, creative Pjanić particularly relished the task of threading together passes on the tough, pitted surface.

In the end, a draw was perhaps the fairest result. Ronaldo and Postiga both wasted presentable openings, whilst an improvement in decision-making from Portugal's front three at times might conceivably have led to a precious away goal. Pepe and Bruno Alves delivered an uncharacteristically composed display at the heart of defence, whilst Miguel Veloso - a succession of woeful corners apart - illustrated the need for a more orthodox defensive midfielder in Bento's 4-3-3. The inclusion of his former sparring partner at the Alvalade not only provided an additional presence at the back, but also released Raúl Meireles (who once again ran himself into the ground) from the tactical shackles of a deep-lying role.

Yet, were it not for some exceptionally wasteful finishing from the unfortunate Vedad Ibišević, Bosnia would have conjured up yet another storm for Bento to endure over the next seventy-two hours. Portugal were not spectacular last night, not by a long chalk. But neither were they the shambles that many had anticipated. Bento's raison d'etre as a player and coach has sometimes been a curmudgeonly one, and his gruff persona coupled with a perceived tactical intransigence ensures that he'll never be mistaken for Scolari in terms of his ability to mobilise the masses. But for now, after the week the Selecção have had - under the circumstances - a quiet satisfaction heading into Tuesday's second leg is permissible.

Photo Credit: Nuno Velga/Lusa

9 November 2011

3 November 2011

What's eating FC Porto?

Everything, and nothing. Having entered the Champions League amidst considerable fanfare, FC Porto find themselves in an unexpected position. After four matches, the Dragons are four points adrift of Group G leaders APOEL (where they were defeated 2-1 on Tuesday), and three of second-placed Zenit St. Petersburg, who dismantled them at the Petrovski Stadion at the end of September. After lifting last season's Europa League in some style, much was expected of this campaign, both internally and externally. Yet now, Porto will (barring victories over Shakhtar Donetsk and Zenit - the latter of which must be by at least three goals) find themselves back on European football's undercard.

That's not meant to dismiss the Europa League (well, not entirely). Portugal's whirlwind romance with the competition has been documented on this blog, and there is little doubt that the two current participants from the Liga - Sporting and Braga - would give the footballing equivalent of their right arms to lift the trophy next May. But for a plethora of reasons, both sporting and financial, the Europa League can never hope to compete with the Champions League. The entire structure of continental competition (i.e the UEFA Coefficient system) admits as much. For a club that has won seven of the last ten domestic titles, anything less than the Champions League football is unthinkable.

Yet there is a contradiction at the heart of Porto's current malaise. For all the lifelessness exhibited on Tuesday and Wednesday evenings, weekends still hold little in the way of fear. Whistles have been heard loud and clear at the Dragão of late, but the players have responded: in the last three Liga rounds, Porto have scored eleven and conceded none. Ahead of Benfica in the table by virtue of a superior goal difference (head-to-head records are only relevant once the season has concluded), the Dragons were the better side for much of September's O Clássico, and whilst they aren't eviscerating opposition, it's easy to forget that they did not do so last season either, for the most part: workmanlike wins over Leiria, Beira-Mar, and Setúbal were as much as part of André Villas-Boas' title-winning formula as the 5-0 humbling of Benfica, the one-year anniversary of which falls on Monday.

Of course, Porto's current position in the table could be read as saying rather more about the quality of the Liga than it does about them as a team. Indeed, anyone unfortunate enough to have witnessed Gil Vicente vs. Beira-Mar from round seven, or Académica vs. Braga from this past weekend would have more than enough ammunition to aim at that particular stationary target. But it has always been thus in Portugal, or at least it has for most of the time: Porto's opposition is no worse than that encountered by José Mourinho (three and a bit paragraphs in, not bad eh)'s side in 2003/04 - in fact, your humble correspondent would argue that it is in fact superior.

The lack of domestic competition argument would have far more credence were it not for the fact that in their last ten Champions League campaigns, Porto have failed to advance beyond the group stages just once. Besides, as has already been mentioned, Porto might be winning at home, but they aren't exactly cruising [edit: a fact evidenced by a wretched 0-0 draw at Olhanense the weekend following this post]. No, the answers lie within - or rather, what used to be within but which now Porto are without. If you follow.

The departure of André Villas-Boas - he of the now-infamous 'dream job' declaration - caught Porto on the hoof, regardless of what President Pinto da Costa declared at the time. Earlier in the summer, Domingos had joined Sporting. Top-flight coaches in Portugal can be categorised according to which grande they are connected with. Domingos, a former fan idol and B team coach, could not be more 'of Porto' if he dyed his hair blue and white. That's not a statement of character, that's just how it is. It is difficult to imagine Domingos turning down the chance at coaching Porto, were it offered to him, which it could have been from January onwards (it was an open secret that Domingos would be leaving Braga from around that time). The expectation was that Villas-Boas would remain, but as we all realised long ago, in Portuguese football money doesn't talk as much as take to its soapbox with an industrial-strength megaphone and Scargill sideburns.

The transfer fee (let's call it what it was) on offer for Villas-Boas was too good to refuse, but his departure has left a void that cannot be filled by money. For all his youthful good looks and intellectual approach to the game, Villas-Boas is at his core a leader of men. Not in the Russell Crowe sense, but in the making players want to play for him (a cliché, but one grounded in reality) sense. A brooding menace on the touchline, Villas-Boas' visceral celebrations in particular call to mind a Munch-ian creation, all limbs and catharsis.

With Domingos out of the picture, and the other alternatives (Leonardo Jardim, Pedro Emanuel, Jorge Costa) deemed unready or striking out on their own, da Costa opted to draft in Vítor Pereira, the quiet, unassuming, somewhat bland assistant brought in from Santa Clara after an unremarkable coaching apprenticeship in the lower leagues.

Without wishing to be unkind, in hindsight Pereira's principal qualification for the post was his presence - meaning that of the coaching trio from 2010/11, he was the only one left (Pedro Emanuel having joined Académica). Continuity is a valuable commodity in football, but the transition from assistant to head coach (even if they choose to change clubs) is fraught with peril: witness the wretched fortunes of another Porto idol, João Pinto, at Sporting Covilhã last season.

Pereira is undoubtedly well-liked amongst the Porto squad, and after the sale of Radamel Falcao, only the most unrealistic of supporters would have expected Porto to maintain last season's level of consistency. The Colombian's movement, instinct and efficiency in and around the penalty box was unparalleled both at home and in European competition, and his departure was inevitably going to have a negative effect.

However, the signs of late have been worrying. The desire for continuity appears to have superseded any question of innovation in Pereira's mind, meaning that when Porto are required to produce something slightly different, the task becomes that much harder. Under Villas-Boas, relentless pressing was combined with a mixture of short, quick passes and piercing aerial balls. Against APOEL, Porto attempted to play through a side that were not only defensive, but experts in distributing the ball to wide areas in a minimal amount of time. Therefore, not only did they struggle to create chances, but they were also left exposed to the counter attack.

Pereira's apparent inability to impact on the situation is undoubtedly more concerning than any loss of form on the part of individuals, and is quite possibly the root cause of it. Continuity is desirable, but regression certainly is not. Upon his appointment, Pereira declared that 'I am where I always dreamed of being.' Be careful what you wish for...

13 October 2011

Taça de Portugal 3rd Round: Five Great Upsets


The Taça, yesterday

Tonight, Portimonense and Benfica will contest the opening tie of the 3rd round in this season's Taça de Portugal, being held for the 72nd time since 1938 (the 1946/47 and 1949/50 editions were cancelled due to scheduling issues). Much has been written across Europe in recent times concerning the decline of national cup competitions, but from a personal perspective, there is little to compete with the 3rd round of the Taça. The weekend conjures up a quixotic clash of cultures: historic clubs with broken-down stadiums, against the slick, modern outfits arriving from Lisbon and Porto.

The entry point of the traditionally dominant protagonists has oscillated down the years between the quarter-finals and 3rd round, where it currently sits. Between them, Benfica (24), Porto (16) and Sporting (15) have accounted for fifty-five of the seventy-one titles, but every now and then, there have been shocks - the essential ingredient of every cup competition worth the name. Below, are five of the best. Apologies in advance for the absence of scorers in some entries; they have been lost to time. But I'd say fourth from left looks like he knows where the goal is.


Boavista 6-5 Académica (1939/40)
Defences weren't the best in those days, an assertion evidenced by the results sheet from the opening round of the second Taça. Top of the pile was a 22-4 aggregate evisceration of a hapless Leixões by Porto, closely followed by a 15-0 drubbing for Farense at the hands of Sporting.

Put simply, competitive balance was in lamentably short supply. Except, that is, in the tie contested by Boavista and Académica. The first leg went to script, with the Briosa, who had won the inaugural Taça in Lisbon the previous season, handing their opponents a 5-1 hiding in Porto. However, Boavista, who were at the time scratching around the regional leagues (the more things change) travelled to Coimbra with more than sightseeing on their mind.

Inspired by centre-forward Julinho - who would go on to score over 100 goals for Benfica - Os Axedrezados defeated their illustrious opponents 5-0. Away victories are rare enough in early stages of the Taça even today, but with professionalism a distant dream, this was nothing less than a seismic reverse. It didn't turn out to be much of a fillip for the winning side though: they were dumped out in the next round by Porto (13-0 on aggregate, in case you were wondering).

Tirsense 2-1 Sporting Clube de Portugal (1948/49)
The five men pictured above - Jesus Correia, Vasques, Fernando Peyroteo, José Travassos, and Albano - arguably did more to shape the identity of Sporting than any others, with the possible exception of the club's founder José de Alvalade. Os Cinco Violinos were certainly among the finest collection of attacking players that Portugal has ever produced, if not the finest. Their run of success was unprecedented: between 1946/47 and 1953/54, Sporting won seven of the eight national championships contested (only Benfica had the temerity to break the chain, in 1949/50). The Five Violins were the beating heart of an unforgettable side, putting all comers to the sword with their ruthlessly flowing, effervescent style of play.

They were, for a time, almost unbeatable. But, in 1948, Tirsense beat them. The modest side from greater Porto have spent the majority of their 74-year history in the comparative anonymity of the regional and district competitions, but in 1948, they shocked Portugal with a 2-1 victory over Cândido Oliveira and co. in the opening round of the Taça.

The catalyst was a man who himself stands amongst Os Cinco Violinos in the annals of Portuguese footballing legend: Artur de Sousa, better known as Pinga. A native of Funchal who made his name with Marítimo, Pinga was the greatest forward in the pre-war history of FC Porto, scoring over 300 goals in sixteen seasons at the club. His career was brought to an end by a botched meniscus operation in 1946, and though he spent the majority of his retirement as a coach at Porto (he died whilst in charge of the youth teams in 1963), his exploit(s) with Tirsense are undoubtedly a central part of his legacy.

The narrative of oppression from the south played a key role in the formation of a distinct socio-political identity in northern Portugal, and Tirsense's victory is easily placed within that framework. But more than that, it's the greatest upset in the history of the Taça de Portugal.

Vitória de Guimarães 1-2 Sacavenense (1980/81)
If Pinga loomed large over the early years of Porto, it was a man who idolised him as a child who, along with current President and then director Jorge Nuno Pinto da Costa, laid the foundations for the club's current success. José Maria Carvalho Pedroto: he of the flat cap, thick glasses and ever-present cigarette, was Portugal's first great coach of the modern era, a man whose mannerisms, presence and iron will to win can clearly be seen in one of his successors at the Antas, José Mourinho.

Pedroto is best remembered for bringing Porto their first national championship for two decades in 1977/78, but in the summer of 1980 he, along with Pinto da Costa and fifteen members of the squad, revolted against the administration of President Américo de Sá. The episode, known as 'O Verão quente' saw both men leave the club, along with key players Oliveira, Octávio Machado and Fernando Gomes. Their return in 1982 heralded the beginning of an unparalleled run of success for the club, but that's a story for another post. We're more concerned with what happened to Pedroto during his debut season in exile, at Guimarães.

Then, as now, Guimarães were one of the best-supported and most successful clubs outside of Lisbon and Porto. With Vítor Damas in goal and Pedroto on the bench alongside a youthful Artur Jorge, they were a daunting prospect for Sacavenense; who then, as now, were a largely unheralded outfit from the Lisbon area. Their golden age came in the late 1970's and early 1980's, when they lifted the III Divisão title, and established themselves (albeit briefly) as a mid-table outfit in the II Divisão Sul.

Sacavenense slipped back to the fourth tier in 1984, but not before dumping Pedroto's Guimarães out of the Taça at the Afonso Henriques in 1980. Pedroto, who clearly knew a good thing when he saw it, signed all-action central midfielder António Carraça for the following campaign. Carraça spent two seasons in Guimarães, before moving on to Belenenses, Farense, and Vitória de Setúbal. He recently rejoined the technical staff at Benfica, his second spell at the club. Pedroto succumbed to cancer in 1985, but his achievements in the late 1970's still resonate throughout Portuguese football.

As the most successful team in the history of the Taça, there are few black marks against Benfica when one pores through past results. But Gondomar seared one into the already-fragile psyche of Jesualdo Ferreira's squad on November 24th 2002. Almost nine years on, the Eagles are in rude health under Jorge Jesus; having matched Manchester United blow for blow at the Estádio da Luz, and snatched a vital point in the recent Clássico. All of that makes it easier to forget what a wretched state the club was in during the early years of this decade.

Jesualdo was already a coach under pressure heading into the tie. Though the new century was barely three years old, he was already the fourth man in charge of Benfica since 2000, and a run of four wins from the season's first four matches had long since been forgotten. Defeat at Nacional, a draw at home to Setúbal, a loss at Porto and another draw at home to Académica followed, and by late November, the Eagles were seven points off the pace. Their problem (or at least one of them) was consistency: round ten yielded a 7-0 home win against Paços, but the next weekend saw a listless display at Varzim, who prevailed 2-1. This was a squad of individual talents (Miguel, Simão, Mantorras) but with little in the way of cohesion.

Despite this, victory against Gondomar, who travelled south as a mid-table side in the II Divisão B Zona Norte, was a given. The absence of Simão was a boost to Jorge Regadas and co., but with the likes of Petit, Roger and Nuno Gomes present and correct, few anticipated what was to come.

Benfica won a corner in the opening moments, but appeared sluggish thereafter. They, and the sparsely-populated Luz, were stunned into wakefulness in the eleventh minute. Gondomar won a free kick, around twenty-five yards out and parallel with the left edge of the penalty box. Anyone who has spent time watching lower league Portuguese football will attest that the vast majority of these opportunities are sent into the car park (no Row Z's at the Estádio São Miguel), but this time was different. Cílio, a much-travelled Brazilian striker last seen at Nanjing in China, stepped up and launched a fierce bomba beyond the despairing dive of Nuno Santos.

After surviving the inevitable siege, Gondomar began the second half with renewed purpose, with Cílio finding the side-netting. Benfica continued to press: the late Miklos Fehér hit the post with a header, Mendão cleared a Nuno Gomes effort off the line, and Nuno Claro batted away a fierce strike from Mantorras, but the northerners (who were reduced to ten men in the final moments) held on for a famous victory.

Unsurprisingly, the result spelled the end of Jesualdo's unhappy tenure at the Luz: he was replaced in the dugout by assistant Fernando Chalana, before José Antonio Camacho arrived to steady the ship. But the leathery-faced one still has a part to play in this post...

After his departure from Benfica, Jesualdo spent the winter licking his wounds, before pitching up at Braga with Os Arsenalistas in the midst of a relegation dogfight. Replacing António Conceição, Jesualdo's first assignment was a home meeting with Benfica, who cruised to a 3-1 victory. Braga picked up just six points from their last fifteen in 2002/03, but survived thanks to the (non)performances of others. Jesualdo set about rehabilitating both the club and his reputation, securing 5th, 4th and 4th-placed finishes over the next three seasons. Then, Porto came calling.

The Dragons were still coming to terms with the dismantling of the 2004 Champions League-winning structure. 2004/05 had been a rare silverware-free season, and though Co Adriaanse secured a domestic double in 2005/06, the Dutchman's resignation a fortnight before the opening match of 2006/07 against Leiria left Pinto da Costa scrambling once more.

Ferreira's arrival at the Dragão was not without controversy. Following the expiration of his Braga contract in May, he joined Porto's second team, Boavista. After overseeing preparations for the new season, he suddenly tendered his resignation on August 15th, and was presented as Porto's new coach on the 21st, the day after the Dragons had defeated Setúbal in the Supertaça.

His debut campaign at the club was almost perfect. Despite inheriting a squad that was used to playing with a three-man defence, Jesualdo swiftly restored the 4-3-3 formation that has become synonymous with Porto's modern era, with his men clinching the title on the final day with a 4-1 win at home to Aves. It was a joyous moment for the man who had been shown the door by Porto's eternal rivals four years previously. But it was not a painless triumph.

Currently sitting atop the Liga Orangina, Atlético Clube de Portugal are one of the country's most historic sides. Runners-up in the 1945/46 and 1948/49 editions of the Taça, and regular challengers for the national championship during the same decade, they had, like many other names from that era, fallen on hard times as the years passed. Although they are currently experiencing something of a renaissance in the second tier, in 2006 Atlético evoked little beyond a nod in remembrance from a generation that was dwindling in numbers.

Just as against Gondomar, Jesualdo named a somewhat unfamiliar XI. Vítor Baia, Paulo Assunção, Raúl Meireles and Ricardo Quaresma started; but Bosingwa, Pepe, Bruno Alves, Lucho González and Lisandro López were all absent. Atlético, coached by the man who led them to promotion in 2010/11, António Pereira, were a nondescript assemblage of lower-league journeymen; including one Gonçalo, who went on to turn out for the now-defunct Sport London e Benfica later in his career.

The home side dominated the first hour, with only a combination of Atlético goalkeeper Marco and some wasteful finishing (João Paulo, Bruno Morães and Hélder Postiga were the main offenders) keeping the scores level. Twice the bar was rattled, twice Atlético survived. Then, in the fifty-ninth minute, they struck. Ibson was caught dallying in possession, and the ball made its way to David da Costa, who bundled home from close range, surrounded by flailing Porto defenders. Morães won a penalty as full time approached, but Quaresma's scuffed effort struck the post, and the ball skittered away from danger.

Although his achievements at Porto cannot be contested, Jesualdo's painful relationship with the Taça de Portugal is one quirk of a coaching career which has rarely been anything less than fine entertainment. For Atlético, and the Taça itself, it was another historic moment.

The full draw for the 3rd round of the 2011/12 Taça de Portugal can be viewed here. Televised games: Portimonense-Benfica (Friday, 20:15), Pêro Pinheiro-FC Porto (Saturday, 15:00), Famalicão-Sporting (Saturday, 20:00).

12 October 2011

Simpler times...

June 18th, 1925. These eleven players would go on to secure Portugal's first-ever international win, with a goal from Sporting's João Maia enough to defeat Italy.

(Via)

11 October 2011

Denmark 2-1 Portugal

It's lonely at the top: redux

(Photo: José Coelho)

3 October 2011

Oguchi Onyewu 1...

João Tomás 0...

(Photo: ASF)

28 September 2011

António Nicolau d'Almeida


On this day in 1893: António Nicolau d'Almeida, a 23 year-old who ran a wine exporting business with his father and was a keen sportsman, founded the Foot-ball Club do Porto, and invited FC Lisbonense to participate in an exhibition match, which took place the following month. 118 years, and 100 trophies later, Futebol Clube do Porto meet Zenit St. Petersburg in the Champions League this evening. Happy birthday, Os Dragões.

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