+1. Diego Costa trying overhead kicks was funny. Crouch would have connected with those.
It was like one of those great old matches with the likes of Steau Bucharest and Red Star.
Bad result for Chelsea
A diabolical advertisement of the sport at supposedly the highest level of club football.
Best result for the pool
Some of ye must be too young to remember the 1990 World Cup.
Cech is out for the season and they would have to reach the final for Terry to have a chance of featuring again this campaign according to Mourinhoâs press conference.
Spanish journalists winding him up about his sideâs display being like West Hamâs at Chelsea.
[QUOTE=âBandage, post: 935594, member: 9â]Cech is out for the season and they would have to reach the final for Terry to have a chance of featuring again this campaign according to Mourinhoâs press conference.
Spanish journalists winding him up about his sideâs display being like West Hamâs at Chelsea.[/QUOTE]
Any word on Hazard?
Canât see him playing. Maureen will prioritise him playing in the second leg.
No. He said he wants to play a reserve side at Anfield but the owner will have the final say.
are Bayern munich missing palyers tonight?..2/1 seems a big price to win in MadridâŠ
Mary died in suspicious circumstances there, we may never know what happened but that boys not right.
[SIZE=6]Real Madrid v Bayern: the night Juanito kicked MatthÀus in the face[/SIZE]
The Real v Bayern rivalry can bring out the worst in the players and in 1987 Juanito committed a foul so gruesome that it overshadowed everthing else he had done for Los Merengues
Illa! Illa! Illa! Juanito maravilla!" As the crowd at the Santiago Bernabéu remind the world during every match [U]Real Madrid[/U] play, yes, yes, yes, Juanito was a wonder. An indomitable winger-cum-striker of the 1980s, Juanito played with a never-give-in determination, and wore the famous meringue-white shirt with pride.
His influence, presence and spirit proved integral to some of Realâs most famous European comebacks: turnarounds against Celtic in the 1979/80 European Cup (3-0), Anderlecht and Internazionale in the 1984-85 Cup Winners Cup (6-1 and 3-0), and Borussia Mönchengladbach in the 1985-86 Uefa Cup (4-0). As a consequence, the iconic and beloved Juanito â who perished in a car crash in 1992 at the tragically young age of 37 â is to this day remembered whenever the match clock at the BernabĂ©u ticks round to seven minutes, a callback to the number he usually wore.
But sometimes he played with a little too much determination, wore the shirt with a little too much pride. âIf I werenât a player, Iâd be an ultra sur,â he once announced. His actions pretty much confirm that he wasnât just spouting this to curry favour with the more sociopathic elements of Realâs support.
In 1978, Real Madrid were a minute away from defeating Grasshoppers in the second round of the European Cup, when a contentious offside decision went the Swiss sideâs way, and Claudio Sulser was granted permission to score a winning goal with the last kick of the game. Upon the sounding of the final whistle, Juanito entered into a full and frank exchange of views with referee Adolf Prokop, and was alleged to have ârepeatedly buttedâ both Prokop and one of his flag-wielding pals. Uefa banned him from European competition for two seasons, though the punishment was reduced on appeal.
Juanito had by this stage already displayed an almost supernatural ability to attract controversy while turning out for Spain. Taking his leave of the pitch after being substituted during a qualifier for the 1978 World Cup against Yugoslavia in Belgrade, Juanito responded to a cacophony of catcalls by â and this is open to interpretation - either giving the crowd the thumbs down or signing the internationally recognised code for Gentlemanâs Entertainment. A reply came whistling through the Belgrade sky along an ineluctable arc. With perfect comic timing â itâs important to remember that Juanito suffered no lasting damage â a bottle clanked off the top of the playerâs head just before he made it to the safety of the bench.
What is instructive about both of these astonishing incidents â and this really is the wonder of Juanito â is that neither come close to being the signature spot of bother in the great manâs career. Real Madrid and [U]Bayern Munich[/U] have played each other more often than any other clubs in the European Cup â 20 matches in nine separate campaigns â and yet when the pair were drawn together in this seasonâs competition for their fifth semi-final meeting, one showdown above all others sprung to mind: the time Juanito went to work on Lothar MatthĂ€usâs face.
On April 8 1987, Bayern hosted Real in the semi-final of the European Cup at the Olympiastadion. The two clubs had already built up a nice little rivalry â Bayern besting Real in the 1976 semis, then humiliating them 9-1 in a 1980 pre-season friendly â but this took the affair to a different level. Once again, the West German champions set about humiliating the kings of Spain. Klaus Augenthaler opened the scoring by skelping a shot into the bottom right corner on 11 minutes. On the half hour, MatthĂ€us made it two from the penalty spot. Seven minutes later, Roland Wohlfarth was one of four Bayern players allowed to saunter through a ludicrous gap in the middle of the Madrid defence, and flicked home to make it three.
Having defended like a pub team, itâs perhaps no surprise that Real then started acting like one. Real had legitimate cause to feel aggrieved at Bayernâs second. Hans Dorfner had scampered after an Andy Brehme pass down the inside right and leapt over the outstretched frame of Francisco Buyo, who had sprung off his line and beat Munichâs man to the ball.
The referee, Bob Valentine, pointed to the spot, a manifestly unjust decision, albeit one the Scottish official would have been unable to make had Realâs defence bothered to turn up on time for a major European semi. Nevertheless, a mixture of searing injustice and hot-faced embarrassment at their own ineptitude put Real on a collective hair-trigger, and when MatthĂ€us crudely hacked down Chendo near the centre circle three minutes after Bayern scored their third, it was on.
MatthĂ€us had taken Chendoâs ankles from under him, a buffoonish sliding tackle by any measure. Whether he deserved the retribution meted out is another issue altogether. Chendo sprang back up from the turf as though momentarily possessed by the spirit of Denis Law, then shoved the German to the ground. MatthĂ€us exaggerated his fall with Olympic vigour â 6.0, 6.0, 6.0, 6.0, 5.9, 6.0 â presumably in the hope of avoiding a booking for his own transgression. It was a futile effort, the referee rushing to the scene with yellow already in hand, preparing to brandish. But soon Valentine had other cards to deliver.
[U]Juanito, racing towards the brouhaha in Valentineâs slipstream, arrived with extreme prejudice and planted his right boot on the side of the prone MatthĂ€usâs torso[/U]. He performed a balletic 360-degree turn â not bad going seeing he was already in a flat spin â bent over the screaming Bayern midfielder to issue a few words of beneficial advice, then pushed his same foot down hard on his victimâs jaw, in the manner of a frustrated motorcyclist trying to kickstart a broken-down steed.
It was, quite literally, a jaw-dropping assault. Most of footballâs famous fouls or scraps â certainly the ones that donât result in serious or lasting injury to a player â retain an element of comedy to them, often a sizable one. Cameroonâs collective assault on Claudio Caniggia at Italia 90, the comic-book dukes-up nonsense at the end of the Battle of Santiago, even Graeme Sounessâs egregious ball-crushing rake on Steaua Bucharestâs Gheorghe Rotariu: all elicit involuntary laughter at the sheer audacity of the thuggery, even if common sense or guilt kicks in a few seconds later. But Juanitoâs vicious stamp on MatthĂ€us works on a different plane, provoking instant recoil and a sharp intake of breath. Manolo Sanchis arrives after the event to plant a snide stud or two on Matthausâs knee, but even the risible nature of this wholly unnecessary follow-up canât leaven the mood.
MatthÀus was soon up, holding his jaw and thankfully still able to contort his face into an aggrieved expression without his entire visage tinkling to the floor. But it was no wonder Juanito was instantly sent packing, ushered to the changing room by Real reserve keeper Jose Ochotorena, crestfallen, in tears.
The game ended 4-1, with Mino also sent off for late tackles on Augenthaler and Wohlfarth (but not before needlessly handling to concede a second penalty, dispatched with vengeful glee by MatthĂ€us). Real, shorn of the presence of their salvage specialist, could not launch yet another miraculous European recovery: Carlos Santillanaâs goal in the second leg at the BernabĂ©u was not enough to turn the tie around, Bayern holding out despite the ultra sur raining âpointed metal stavesâ on goalkeeper Jean-Marie Pfaff.
But the real price was paid by Juanito. He was fined ÂŁ5,000 by Real Madrid â a club maximum â and banned from European competition by Uefa for five years. He sent MatthĂ€us a bullfighterâs cape by way of apology, but the damage had been done. His ban signalled the end of his career at the BernabĂ©u. The following season, Bayern and Real met again in the European Cup, this time in the quarters. Real started slowly again, 3-0 down after 48 minutes of the first leg in Munich.
But Emilio Butragueño and Hugo SĂĄnchez both scored in the final six minutes of the match, then Milan Jankovic and MĂchel finished the job back in Spain. Yet another stunning turnaround in Europe by Realâs indefatigable side of the Eighties; perhaps, given the opposition, their greatest. But this one was different: for the first time, Juanito was not involved. Their comeback king was in exile at MĂĄlaga, destined to never quite get over the ignominious end to his association with his beloved merengues.
Decent start by Bayern but all too familiarâŠ
Nothing from Madrid here thus farâŠcowardly cunts.
That has been due to Bayernâs excellent ball retention and patience on the ball as opposed to Real setting out to be defensive. They are trying to press high up the field but just canât get close to the ball
Bayern Munich have clicked straight into their usual routine of monopolising possession.
Real Madrid are playing the same counter-attacking 4-4-2 / 4-4-1-1 they used in the recent Copa Lana Del Rey final, except with Ronaldo back in for Bale.
Bastards.
Devastating counter attacking goal from Real
Dirty roaylaist pigs
Who played the pass to Contrao? Killer ball