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Trip in a sentence:

Toronto-Manchester-Sheffield-Wembley and back again in 64 hours, only to see my club rip my heart out by losing in the most gut-wrenching fashion you could imagine.

 How it came to this:

  • Firstly, for some background on me as a Sheffield United fan, here’s a piece I wrote a while back
    on life as a lower-league footy fan. That’s your primer.
  • Last season started with hopes of challenging for the League Championship playoffs. It ended,
    after 8 months of hellish football, in relegation. League One was a grim prospect.
  • A great league season this year made all feel right again. We were winning games for fun and flying
    towards promotion. Then this happened. Our best player and leading scorer by a mile,
    Ched Evans was convicted of rape.  Disgusting. On so many levels.
  • 5 points from promotion with 3 matches to go, the finish line WAS still in sight. 0-1 at MK Dons, 2-2
    vs Stevenage and 2-2 at Exeter followed. . 90 points. Good only for 3rd place.  Behind Charlton and
    Sheffield Wednesday. Yes, hated, bitter rivals Sheffield Wednesday. The playoffs loomed.
  • After a tight 1-0 win over Stevenage over 2 legs (an 85′ winner in the 2nd leg), the Blades were heading
    back to Wembley and a playoff final. Recent history was not on the Blades’ side, having lost finals to
    Burnley, Wolves and Crystal Palace in the last 15 years.  Huddersfield were the opponent this time.
  • The club took care of my Dad and I as always. As soon as we got off the plane in Manchester we headed
    to Bramall Lane. Tickets and new kits in hand (courtesy our pal Mick Rooker), we were ready for
    Wembley the next morning.

Observations:

  • A glorious, sunny 25-degree day set us off right as we got on a coach at Sheffield Arena to head
    to Wembley. I was also crushingly hungover and running on very little sleep. Good.
  • It was my first trip to Wembley, old or new. Very impressive.  The electricity of 30 thousand Blades
    on “Olympic Way” only added to my excitement, nerves, and overall feeling of needing to vomit.
  • After soaking up the Wembley atmosphere, my Dad and I hit the tube to meet up with other
    “exiled Blades” from around the world to soak up some pints.  4 pints later, the nerves were settling.
    Amazingly I was somehow “enjoying myself”.  It wouldn’t last.
  • The walk back up to Wembley was quite simply a spectacle. Blades fans in full voice (and full of booze)
    drenched in the London sun.  Goosebumps.
  • Perched high up in Wembley, my Pops and I had a birds-eye view of what was an open 1st half, but
    one with few chances of note. 0-0 at half. I could handle that.
  • The match burst in to life in the 2nd half, with Huddy smacking the woodwork on 47 minutes.
    They would continue to have the better chances, with the Blades clearing the ball off the line
    twice, and ‘keeper Steve Simonsen making 2 great saves.  Off to extra-time, somewhat luckily for us.
    Maybe luck was on OUR side this time? Feeling confident now.
  • Both teams went for it enough in extra-time. Hearts were in mouths for all of it. But alas, it was going
    to come down to penalties. Of course it was.
  • The whole journey hinged on this shootout. Worth it or not? Elated or devastated coming home?
  • Huddersfield won the coin toss and decided to shoot in front of their fans, opposite us.
  • Although it’s all a bit of an emotional blur, I know for certain I was physically shaking from the time
    Huddersfield’s Tommy Miller stepped up for the first penalty. He missed.
  • So did the Blades Lee Williamson. Then they missed again. We scored. 1-0 after 2 pens each.
  • We were in control. Then, they missed again. It was Brazil in Copa ’11. Here was our reaction,
    thinking it was in the bag:

  • Well to bring us down from that high, Matt Lowton missed the penalty that would have put us up 2-0.
  • Huddersfield then finally scored, 1-1. But we were still in the driver’s seat if we scored out 4th.
    We didn’t. Andy Taylor, brought on in the 120th minute, solely to take a penalty,  hit the post.
    All up in the air once again.
  • They scored their 5th. In what seemed like seconds we’d gone from feeling like we’d done it to being
    a miss away from losing.  Unbearable. *holds back vomit*
  • We scored! 2-2 after 5 penalties, sudden-death time. When it gets to this point, it really is an advantage
    to go first. A tiny bit less pressure… if that’s possible.
  • They score, 3-2. That’s it, we’re going to miss. We score 3-3. Breathe. For 3 seconds.
  • They score, 4-3. We score, 4-4. They score, 5-4. We score, 5-5. They score, 6-5. We score, 6-6.
  • JESUS
  • At some point in all of this I looked around at the Blades fans surrounding me. All as nervous and
    utterly gripped as I was. Something special to share that, like a family in many ways.
  • Not to get too over-dramatic, but  a kid about 10 years old looked at me with this wry smile
    and all I could do was smile back. We’re in it together either way kiddo. But please, get out NOW!
  • They score. 7-6. Our last outfield player,  Defender Matt Hill… scores! 7-7. What now?! Everyone’s gone.
  • Oh right, time for the ‘keepers to shoot. Of course.
  • I CAN’T TAKE THIS.
  • Their keeper Alex Smithies steps up… Simonsen gets a piece. YAA… And then you hear it. The wave of
    sound from the other end of the ground. It takes half a second to travel across Wembley. But it’s
    unmistakeable. And painful. It slips in the side of the net. Stunned silence from 30,000 Blades.
  • Simonsen, the hero in the 120 minutes and the beginning of the shootout now has to score his penalty
    or we’re done.
  • He steps up… and then it comes again. that wall of sound crackling across the Wembley pitch,
    up the stands and in to my heart like a stake. Simmo skied it. Dropped to the floor in agony along with
    the other Blades players.
  • I could only turn away and slump down, holding my face in my hands. Other than one guy bashing away
    at his seat in anger, you could pretty much hear a pin drop. And, of course, ecstatic Huddy fans
    across the stadium. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I think I did a combination of both. I couldn’t
    even bare to look at my Dad, who has endured this for 23 years longer than I have. Poor bastard.
  • Thoughts of next season filled my head. Lowton and Maguire will be gone. Quinny too.  That will
    be the last of Simonsen with us… what a way to end it. What a waste of a trip. All this for heartbreak.
  • But then, something pretty special. the Blades players dragged themselves off the pitch, made a beeline
    for our end and clapped the travelling support still basking in the sun, but feeling ice cold from head
    to toe. Little anger, tons of disappointment … and in unison, applauding their heroes who had just let
    them down. Again. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I’d read in an article on the plane over,
    “we are a sum of our experiences”… and that came back to me in that moment, because THAT had been
    an experience. I’d never been more proud to be a Blade.
  • See you in League One again next season *shudder*

Three Stars:

1) My Heart- for being able to handle that emotional rollercoaster
2) My Dad- for sharing the experience with me and being able to deal with this for all these years.
3) Sport- for providing the emotions and experiences we all need. It’d be nice if they went our way
once in a while though, wouldn’t it?

Up The Blades

Game in a Sentence

A valiant effort from Arsenal fell painfully short, as blood, sweat and even vomit could not keep
them from going out of the Champions League at the expense of a fortunate AC Milan.

Observations

  • Few gave Arsenal any hope of making the tie a contest after getting battered 4-0 in Milan.  Fewer still gave
    them a chance of actually winning the tie. But a pulsating 1st half display nearly produced a classic night
    at The Emirates.
  • The crowd at The Emirates was rocking at kickoff, and gave Arsenal them the early lift they needed. Both
    sides put out attacking lineups.  Obvious from Arsenal, somewhat surprising from Max Allegri and AC.
  • Brendan Dunlop chose to go to the Valley to see Charlton-Colchester, passing up on this match. Fun!
  • Arsenal desperately needed an early goal to feed the crowd, and they got just that on 6 minutes. Oxlade-
    Chamberlain’s corner  was headed in by an unmarked Laurent Koscielny. Nice start.
  • On 10 minutes, the sizzling Robin Van Persie tested Christian Abbiati who saved with his legs.
  • By the 15th minute mark there had been 3 bookings. Van Bommel for Milan, and both Arsenal
    wing-backs, Sagna and Gibbs. All 3 now had to be very careful not to be sent off.
  • Abbiati was alert again on 19 minutes to deny a curling RVP effort from the top of the box. The warning
    signs that Arsenal were going to be a force continued.
  • Arsenal needed another goal before half-time.  And they were gifted one on 26 minutes. The usually solid
    Thiago Silva played an awful clearance right in to the path of the reinvigorated Tomas Rosicky, who
    side-footed it in and nearly blew the lid of the usually subdued Emirates.
  • 2-0 at halftime would give Arsenal a chance… but it got better.
  • Djamel Mesbah, who looked out of his depth all night, blocked off the Ox as he broke in to the box. PEN.
  • RVP stepped up. After a slight delay to get the ball back on the spot. He looked very nervous. I thought
    he might miss. He canned an unstoppable penalty top right. Ok then. 3-0. Incredible.
  • Stephan El-Shaarawy  missed a great chance to possibly put the tie away just before the half. He shot
    wide though, ensuring the HT team talks would be incredibly interesting.
  • HT thoughts: AC were so loose in possession in the 1st half.
  • Allegri’s team selection had to be questioned now.
  • It almost seemed that Arsenal were favourites as the 2nd half kicked off, such had been their dominance.
  • The reversal form the dominance AC displayed in the 1st leg was simply staggering.
  • For all of Arsenal’s dominance, there was always the fact that 1 AC goal meant Arsenal
    would need 6 on the night.
  • Arsenal continued on the front foot, looking to level the tie at 4.  In the 59th minute they wasted a glorious
    chance to do just that. Gervinho’s deflected shot was well saved by Abbiati’s legs, before Van Persie tried
    to chip him on the rebound. Tough to question RVP, but he should have blasted it home. Too cute.
  • Minutes later Wojciech Szczesny almost killed the tie for AC, as he gave the ball away to Ibra, who fired
    wide. A let-off for Arsenal.
  • AC finally got a foothold in the match, looking more composed as the half wore on.
  • 77 minutes in, and another chance for AC to put it to bed. Antonio Nocerino shot straight at  Szczesny
    when it would have been easier to score from 3 yards out. You sensed it would bite them in the AC.
  • What-ifs flooded my brain. What if RVP wasn’t denied by a brilliant save in the 1st leg. What if Ibra didn’t
    tack on a late penalty in that same match. Arsenal still had a chance though.
  • Chamakh and Park Chu-Young were brought on as Arsenal searched for a hero to take it to Extra-time.
  • It wasn’t to be though. They couldn’t muster a clear-cut chance, as the match fizzled to a finish.
  • Arsenal’s desire can not be questioned. I’d call it a moral victory, but I hate that term. Damn it.
  • Almost worse for Arsenal fans, as it must have seemed it was going to be their night. Alas a
    prospective famous night ended up as simply a fantastic match, with AC progressing as anticipated.
    Just.

 

Three Stars

1.  Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain
2. Tomas Rosicky
3. Theo Walcott

Match stats here.

Turkey 0-3 Croatia

Game in a sentence

A smash and grab, grab, and grab again job from Croatia, who are all but booking their flights to Poland & Ukraine 2012.

Observations

  • A rematch of the EURO 2008 Quarter-Final classic where Turkey scored in the 122nd minute to level,
    and beat Croatia on penalties to reach the semi-finals.
  • A cauldron-like atmosphere in Istanbul before kick-off. Rainy, intimidating… perfect for the home side.
  • It took all of 2 minutes for Croatia to suck the life out of the stadium as some dreadful defensive play from
    Turkey gifted them the opener. Vedran Corluka, an injury concern leading up, embarrassed Gokhan
    down the left before delivering a low cross that could only be parried by Volkan Demirel. Ivica Olic was
    on hand to tap in from a couple yards out to give the visitors an away goal, and a dream start.
  • Olic has yet to even start a match for Bayern Munich this season after 2 separate injury layoffs.
  • Turkey now were forced in to attacking, and did so decently for the next half hour. Croatia’s makeshift
    backline of Corluka- Schildenfeld- Simunic-Vida was put to the test, with waves of attacking pressure.
    They passed the test, inviting pressure, and getting plenty of help from an energetic midfield.
  • Croatia had hardly stepped foot in the Turkish half since the goal, but their 2nd came in the 32nd.
    After a scramble, Luka Modric’s clever ball found Dario Srna on the right. The Shakhtar and Croatia
    captain sent in a lovely cross for Mario Mandzukic to head in at the far post. Defender Gokhan was again
    at fault, out-jumped and out-hustled.  Demirel barely moved in goal, the crowd sat stunned in silence.
  • Corluka then made his only mistake of the match, scything down Hamit Altintop, lucky to escape with
    only a yellow card, immediately after the goal.
  • A sloppy 1st half was nearly capped with another Croatian goal. Olic denied by Demirel, but it summed
    up the defensive problems for Turkey. No one within acres of Olic.
  • Gokhan (Gonul), awful on both goals, was hauled off at halftime for… Gokhan (Tore).
  • The issues continued however. In the 51st minute Srna was brought down on the right, and picked
    himself up to whip in a gorgeous cross for an unmarked Corluka to head in. Inexcusable defense,
    but a 3-0 Croatia lead nonetheless.
  • In the stadium where Liverpool pulled off one of the greatest comebacks in history in the 2005 Champions
    League final against AC Milan, Turkey now needed a similar performance. It wasn’t forthcoming.
  • Croatia’s backline, led by the mountain Josip Simunic had answers for the rather meek question being
    asked of them towards the end, and cruised to a 3-0 win. In fact it could have been 4 or 5.
  • A team performance in every sense form Slaven Bilic’s Croatia. Alittle revenge from 2008.
  • Turkish fans resorted to giving it to their own ‘keeper, Demirel, a Fenerbahce player, as time wore away.
  • Next week’s return leg will almost certainly be Guus Hiddink’s last in charge of Turkey.

Three Stars

  1. Vedran Corluka
  2. Josip Simunic
  3. Mario Manzukic

 

Thomas Dobby


Game in a sentence

Never a dull moment, as an instant classic saw Ashley Young rescue a point for Man United after they choked away a 2-goal lead against the Swiss champions.

Observations

  • Basel started brightly, not looking intimidated in the early going. How telling that would be as they looked confident throughout the night, and almost produced one of the biggest Champs League shocks in recent memory.
  • United’s injury list was long, with Wayne Rooney and Javier Hernandez missing up front.
    Danny Welbeck was picked, with Dimitar Berbatov and Michael Owen left on the bench. It looked like a strike of genius by Sir Alex with Welbeck netting a brace within 17 minutes.
  • United’s build-up was sublime on both of Welbeck’s goals. Antonio Valencia and Fabio were key before Ryan Giggs’ deft touch set up the goal.
  • Before the Old Trafford faithful had finished applauding, Welbeck pounced for his 2nd in a minute.
    Giggs again with the set-up amongst a static defence. Game over was the general belief. Not by a long shot.
  • The rest of the first half saw Basel squander a series of good chances, underlying a sign of things to come. Alexander Frei was guilty of 1 glaring miss, and on another night it could have been 3-3 by halftime. The goals were to come in the 2nd half.
  • The 2nd half started much like the first ended. Basel fearlessly going forward, and creating good chances. The impressive Marco Streller was denied from point-blank by a David De Gea toe save.
    It looked like Basel just couldn’t buy one.
  • Finally in the 58th minute the breakthrough came. Streller’s header from a corner was parried to Fabian Frei, whose half-volley cracked in off the post. It was coming, and the tension around the ground was palpable.
  • Less than 2 minutes later and the nerves turned to stunned silence. A delightful ball by Granit Xheka released Fabian Frei down the right. A pinpoint cross was met by Alexander Frei (no relation), and sailed in. 2-2.
  • Ferguson hauled Giggs off for Ji-Sung Park in the 61st, while Nani was introduced for the injured Fabio on 69 minutes.
  • Man United now being thoroughly outplayed at home, by a Swiss side, was honestly a bit
    mind-blowing.
  • The shocking turnaround continued in the 75th minute, with the previously impressive Antonio Valencia clattering in to Streller. It was debatable, but the protests were pretty muted from a stunned United. Phil Jones’ awful giveaway put them under the initial pressure. Alexander Frei would dispatch his 2nd, Basel’s 3rd, and the Swiss side, amazingly, led.
  • Basel manager Thorsten Fink would pull off his best 3 attackers (and performers on the night), in F. Frei, A. Frei and Streller in the next 14 minutes. Meanwhile Fergie called on Berbatov in the 82nd minute, now looking to rescue a point.
  • United had 2 mild penalty appeals of their own leading up to injury time, but both were waved away.
  • Just before the clock hit 90:00, United were level. Nani’s gorgeous cross was met at the back post by an unmarked Ashley Young, who equalized on his Champions League debut.
  • Welbeck headed inches wide a minute later as the crowd anticipated a United winner. After De Gea flapped at a bouncing ball from 60 yards away, Berbatov hit the side netting with the last chance of the match.The referee whistled, everyone caught their breath, and both teams walked away with a point.
  • United now sit in a bit of danger in a group that was supposed to be a cakewalk for them, with only
    2 points form 2 matches.
  • Safe to say, if Nemanja Vidic was healthy and in the team it would have been very different.
    Rio Ferdinand looked a shadow of his former self, while Phil Jones exuded no confidence in the heart of defence. Yes they’re entertaining, but United had better sort out the defensive issues quickly.

Three Stars

1. Alexander Frei

2. Fabian Frei

3. Danny Welbeck

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Thomas Dobby

League Championship Season Preview

Amazingly, it’s almost time to kick off the new season in England’s lower leagues. It seems just weeks ago (about 9 actually) that Swansea closed the 2010-11 season by beating Reading at Wembley and booking their place in the Premier League. But here we are, on the eve of a new year in one of the most unpredictable leagues in the world. Predictions are futile (I’ll still make them of course). After seeing my beloved Sheff United sink to League One (I still can’t believe it), there is no more bias involved!  Hull v Blackpool kicks it off on Friday. As always, I’d love to read your thoughts below.

Who’s Coming:
-West Ham, Blackpool, Birmingham (relegated from PL)
-Brighton + Hove Albion, Southampton, Peterborough (promoted from League One)

Who’s Going:
-QPR, Norwich, Swansea (promoted to PL)
-Scunthorpe, Sheffield United, Preston (relegated to League One)

Manager Merry-go round:
Talk about big-name managers…The Championship starts the season with bosses with some serious CV’s. Allardyce (West Ham), McClaren (Nottingham Forest), and Sven (Leicester) have all been on the biggest stage, while names like Holloway (Blackpool), Hughton (Birmingham),  and Poyet (Brighton + Hove) add even more spice on the touchline.

Contenders:
There’s still a lot of activity to come on the transfer market, but the season waits for no one. Listed odds are their current price to win the league (actual odds).
My predictions are at the bottom of this post.

LEICESTER (4/1)-Sven-Goran Eriksson’s charges shoulder huge expectations after a flurry of quality signings at this level. David Nugent, Matt Mills, Paul Konchesky, John Pantsil and Kasper Schmeichel headline the newcomers. Their experience and pedigree are what make the Foxes joint favourites to win the division. But remember, ‘Boro and Bristol City were favourites last season and were closer to relegation than promotion. Were very good at home, but poor away last season. Must improve away from home to get where they want to be.

WEST HAM (4/1)- Like Newcastle before them, pundits thought West Ham were “too good to go down”. Whatever that means. Newcastle were able to bounce right back up after holding on to a lot of their Premier-League calibre players. West Ham are tipped to do the same. Kevin Nolan, Championship player of the year with Newcastle 2 seasons ago, comes in and will be immense for them.  Scott Parker is still a Hammer…for now, but will likely be gone soon. Demba Ba and Carlton Cole are gone back to the Premier League, but Matty Taylor and Abdoulaye Faye join Nolan as solid new recruits.

NOTTINGHAM FOREST (12/1)-Back in England after stops in Holland and Germany, Steve McClaren inherits a Forest side who have been throttled in the play-offs 2 seasons running. First is was Blackpool, and then Swansea utlimately leading to Billy Davies’ sacking. McClaren has yet to make any huge signings, inking only Andy Reid, George Boateng and Jonathan Greening. Forest likely need more to get over the hump.

BIRMINGHAM (16/1)- A prototypical yo-yo team, Birmingham find themselves again looking to climb the ladder after a heartbreaking drop on the final day. New boss Chris Hughton did an outstanding job getting Newcastle right back in to the top flight 2 years ago… but this is a different beast. The Blues have lost key performers in Roger Johnson, Lee Bowyer, Craig Gardner, Barry Ferguson and Ben Foster so far this summer, with Cameron Jerome and Scott Dann still possibly on the move as well. Those are gut-wrenching losses. Boaz Myhill comes in as the #1 keeper, as well as free transfers Jonatahan Spector, Chris Burke and Marlon King. Still, tons of work to do…

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Game in a Sentence

An incredible start foreshadowed what would be an incredible match, highlighted by one of the worst defensive performances you will ever see, by the defending Champions.

Observations

  • A truly amazing and memorable night at the San Siro came to life inside the first 30 seconds, as Dejan Stankovic scored on a cracking volley from close to the halfway line. Manuel Neuer had come out to challenge Diego Milito at the top of the area, the ball coming out to Stankovic, who’s strike was a thing of absolute beauty. It was the 5th fastest goal in Champions League history.
  • Inter have scored 3 of the past 4 CL goals that have come inside the first minute.
  • Stankovic was heavily involved in the early action, clattering in to Alexander Baumjohann in the 12th minute, earning a yellow card and injuring himself in the process. He’d go off in the 24th minute, but not before being involved again.
  • In the 17th minute, Schalke, who responded well to going behind, earned a corner. Javier Zanetti, playing at left-back again, gave Jefferson Farfan too much space to cross. Maicon was forced to head behind for the corner leading to the equalizer.
  • Stankovic, looking hobbled, failed to clear in his own 6-yard box, and Joel Matip pounced to equalize. The questions in the Inter back-line were a sign of things to come.
  • Diego Milito, making his first start since January, looked lively but his timing was a bit off early as he was flagged for offside 3 times inside the opening half hour.
  • Milito got his timing spot on to put Inter back ahead however, in the 34th minute. Wesley Sneijder’s beautiful chipped ball was headed on by Esteban Cambiasso straight in to the path of last year’s Champions League Final hero. Inter looked back on course. Not for long.
  • Inter couldn’t get to halftime with the lead, as their back line was carved open in the 40th minute. Baumjohann’s ball played in Edu who’s initial shot was deflected by Christian Chivu, forcing Julio Cesar in to a great save. Edu, however, beat Andrea Ranocchia to the rebound and put it away. The suspended Lucio was sorely missing.
  • Farfan was booked just before halftime, so he’ll miss the return leg. It seemed like a big loss at the time, but now is an afterthought.
  • Inter had 2 great chances to open the 2nd half, with Milito shooting wide when in all alone, and Eto’o robbed byNeuer minutes later.
  • Then, all hell broke loose for Inter. Chivu was booked in the 52nd minute, before the dazzling Farfan set up the agelsess Raul for the go-ahead goal in the 53rd. Again, the central defensive pairing of Chivu and Ranocchia were to blame, marking thin air.
  • Things went from bad to worse for Inter only 4 minutes later, as Jose Jurado’s cross was neatly finished by Ranocchia in to his own goal. 4-2, Inter crumbling.
  • And just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse for the home side, Chivu was sent off for a 2nd straight match. It was a bit harsh as Edu made a meal of the challenge. But alas, down 2 goals, Inter were now down a man as well.
  • It was only Inter’s 3rd red card of the season, all in the past 4 matches (the out of favour Ivan Cordoba with the other).
  • In the 75th, the destruction was complete, as the sub Cordoba failed to clear (after Farfan burned Ranocchia and hit the post), and Edu curled in Schalke’s 5th. Edu matched his season goal total to date in 29 matches in this one with 2.
  • Burning question: How are Schalke so bad domestically this season?
  • On a scale from 1-10, Chivu and Ranocchia were both zeros.
  • Inter now need to score 4 goals minimum to have a chance to progress. Staggering.
  • A massive week for Inter will be looked back upon as one of their worst in recent history.

Three Stars

1. Jefferson Farfan
2. Edu
3. Raul

Game in a sentence

A microcosm of Roma’s season: undisciplined, full of mental lapses and frustration, as Shakhtar cruised in to their first ever Champions League quarter-final.
Observations

  • It was always going to be a mountain for Roma to climb, needing to win by 2 clear goals, or score at least 3. They actually started really well, and showed signs that they would make it interesting. It didn’t last.
  • The crowd were excellent, roaring Shakhtar on from the opening kickoff, knowing they already had a foot in the quarters. The goal was all they needed to have a relaxed evening, partying for 90 mins.
  • Shakhtar have never lost at The Donbass Arena, since it opened in 2009. Their last home defeat overall was in October of 2008, and after the first goal, it was safe to say that first loss wouldn’t come tonight.
  • The first goal, again, encapsulated the problems Roma have. Willian did good work on the left (as he did all night), before putting in a low cross that got the slightest of touches from Tomas Hubschman. Rodrigo Taddei and Marco Borriello just watched Hubschman glide in front of them, and then the finger pointing began. A good start to the match was undone, and it was all downhill from there.
  • Doni’s black eye summed up the feeling that Roma had been sucker-punched.
  • Needing 3 goals now, Roma continued to press forward, and should have had a penalty in the 25th minute.
  • The otherwise superb Razvan Rat clumsily took down David Pizarro, but it was waved away by Howard Webb.
  • Moments later, however, Roma did get a penalty, as Borriello was fouled by Henrik Mkhitaryan. After losing an argument to take the match-winning penalty against Lecce on Friday, Borriello did get the honours over Pizarro. Bad decision. It was a woeful penalty, at a comfortable height for Andriy Pyatov, who saved. That served to warm the crowd up a bit more in the –7 C weather.
  • The nail in the coffin for Roma came in the 41st, when Philippe Mexes was given his marching orders for a second bookable offence. It was harsh, as he pulled back Luiz Adriano on the halfway line. Nonetheless, he walked off with his (pony) tail between his legs.
  • Roma could and should have been down to 9 men before the half, as Daniele De Rossi threw a vicious elbow at the brilliant Dario Srna off the ball. Webb missed it, however, and Srna was actually booked for his protestations.
  • What kind of halftime team talk did Vincenzo Montella give? Down 4-2 overall, down to 10-men, and you’ve missed a penalty. Tough.
  • It was pretty much training ground stuff in the 2nd half for the hosts. Willian curled in a gorgeous goal in the 58th minute to really seal it. A goal he deserved, and dispatched with elegance. Roma had given up at this point, there was no one within acres of him.
  • Borriello could have been sent off as well, as he stomped on Srna well after the ball was gone. Frustrations were at a boiling point. Roma could have ended the match with 8 men.
  • Eduardo added Shakhtar’s 3rd on the night after a slip from Aleandro Rosi. Fitting.
  • Shakhtar really do attack and defend as a unit. Their wingbacks and wingers are great at getting in to the attack. But it’s tough to judge them against a Roma side with so many issues.
  • Shakhtar will, in all likelihood, be underdogs in the quarter-finals, but this is a team that no one will want to face. Especially in Ukraine. It’s an intimidating ground, where they have a flawless record. Look out.

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Three Stars

1. Willian

2. Darijo Srna

3. Andriy Pyatov