39 seconds: the timegap between Alberto Contador and Andy Schleck after the final competitive stage of the Tour de France. It's the second narrowest margin in history after the great LeMond/Fignon struggle in '89, but the significance of those 39 seconds is far greater than that.
Contador attacked on the Port de Bales earlier in the Tour following a freak mechanical problem on Andy Schleck, and gained - you guessed it - 39 seconds. It cannot be certain that Schleck's attack would have succeeded, in fact he lost time on the descent while pursuing Contador, but he would at least have finished at the same time, hypothetically preserving Schleck's 31 seconds lead.
Many predicted that the result at Bagnères-de-Luchon would decide the outcome of Tour, and how right they were. Had Contador refrained from attacking we could have seen a dead heat for the first time ever; I have absolutely no idea what protocol would be followed had that been the case. Enough has been said about Contador's decision to attack so I won't add anything other than retrospectively as a race-winning move it was justified, but also deprived us of a truly epic battle up the Col du Tourmalet.
The other surprise was how poorly Contador performed in the time-trial, finishing in the mid-30s, just 31 seconds ahead of the typically far weaker Schleck. When compared to last year's penultimate day time-trial - which Contador won ahead of Fabian Cancellara - a drastic collapse in physical power is evident. There is no chance of an accurate analysis of the reasons for this, but I suspect Contador was simply shattered after a Tour de France in which he was pushed all the way. Interestingly, Schleck actually lost less time over 50km than over the 10km prologue: 31s vs 42s.
So many ifs and buts! It's been engrossing, but hopefully 2011 will end in more satisfactory fashion.
PS Probably the last TdF blog until next year.
Saturday, 24 July 2010
Friday, 23 July 2010
Everything Everything
It's only about twice a year that I hear a new band on the radio that makes me stop and listen on the back of artistic merit - think Florence last year and Band of Skulls earlier this - but it happened again yesterday. Everything Everything are a really bizarre-sounding band, with so many changes of direction within each song that it will leave you giddy. Because of this they have been slapped with the unfashionable lable of 'prog-rock', but there are few parallels with Pink Floyd, Genesis and Yes.
There's an altogether more tangible sense of joyful exuberance (writing that sentence I realised BMW have killed the word 'joy' for me). Everything Everything tread the fine line between the pretentiousness and over-indulgence seen in Genesis and Yes and genuinely intelligent music writing. The vocal harmonies are intricate but never less than poppy, though the frequent falsetto is beginning to grate slightly after listening to their first four tracks. Hopefully it will be reigned in slightly come the album release in late August this year.
These first four songs are on YouTube, and linked below. It's a close contest between Suffragette Suffragette and Photoshop Handsome for title of Best on Show, but the track heard on the radio - MY KZ UR BF (MyKeys, Your Boyfriend) isn't far off. Schoolin' is comfortably the worst of the bunch, though perversely has been released as the first official single. I expect big things from these boys, musically if perhaps not commercially.
Suffragette Suffragette
Photoshop Handsome
MY KZ UR BF
Schoolin'
There's an altogether more tangible sense of joyful exuberance (writing that sentence I realised BMW have killed the word 'joy' for me). Everything Everything tread the fine line between the pretentiousness and over-indulgence seen in Genesis and Yes and genuinely intelligent music writing. The vocal harmonies are intricate but never less than poppy, though the frequent falsetto is beginning to grate slightly after listening to their first four tracks. Hopefully it will be reigned in slightly come the album release in late August this year.
These first four songs are on YouTube, and linked below. It's a close contest between Suffragette Suffragette and Photoshop Handsome for title of Best on Show, but the track heard on the radio - MY KZ UR BF (MyKeys, Your Boyfriend) isn't far off. Schoolin' is comfortably the worst of the bunch, though perversely has been released as the first official single. I expect big things from these boys, musically if perhaps not commercially.
Suffragette Suffragette
Photoshop Handsome
MY KZ UR BF
Schoolin'
Thursday, 22 July 2010
A Gulf In Class
On the fearsome slopes of the Col du Tourmalet Andy Schleck destroyed a coalition of the six subsequently placed rides, putting 1'45" into them. This was a break of astounding force; regular rotation of the poursouviants eases individual load considerably, yet Schleck powered away from big names such as Sanchez and Menchev into the thick fog.
However, the one man he failed to break was the very one he most wanted to: Alberto Contador. Albert the Accountant's eight second lead looks slender, but when his vastly superior time-trialling ability is taken into account it is obvious that Schleck needed to make up far more than eight seconds. Contador clung limpet-like to his competitors back wheel, conserving his energy, doing the minimum necessary to hold his position in both stage and GC. Intrestingly, then, that when Contador made his move in his usual devastating style Schleck was able to follow. Thwarted, Contador once more retreated to Schleck's back wheel, settling for negating his ever-weaker attacks.
The parallels with the famous duel between Jaques Anquetil and Raymond Poulidor on the Puy de Dôme are worth looking at. In both instances the second placed rider took the stage win - Poulidor in 1964. Both times the two riders had broken off the front of the peloton and were riding alone, but Anquetil arrogance exceeded Contadors: he wanted to beat his great rival despite having a similarly slender lead as Contadors. By the summit of the Puy de Dôme Anquetil was only fourteen seconds ahead. Anquetil's lead was extended to 55 seconds by the end of the penultimate stage's time-triall, and we could well see a repeat of that on Saturday.
The struggle up the Tourmalet was hugely engrossing, but at the same time it feels like we have been deprived of a direct fight for victory between these two great cyclists. Schleck gained ten seconds on the short climb to Morzine-Avoriaz; Contador wrestled ten seconds back up to Monde. Had Schleck's chain not inexplicably snagged immediately following his attack on the Port de Balès perhaps we could have seen it then, but alas Lady Luck intervened.
What we can be sure of is that next year's edition will be even closer. Last year Contador won by four minutes; this year it will be no more than two; next year, who knows? The route this year, despite its punishing difficulty, was brilliantly thought-out by Mr Prudhomme and will hopefully give him to confidence to try something equally mountaneous. We could have just seen the second stage of one of the great rivalries of sport, and Prudhomme would be a fool to resist allowing it to develop further.
However, the one man he failed to break was the very one he most wanted to: Alberto Contador. Albert the Accountant's eight second lead looks slender, but when his vastly superior time-trialling ability is taken into account it is obvious that Schleck needed to make up far more than eight seconds. Contador clung limpet-like to his competitors back wheel, conserving his energy, doing the minimum necessary to hold his position in both stage and GC. Intrestingly, then, that when Contador made his move in his usual devastating style Schleck was able to follow. Thwarted, Contador once more retreated to Schleck's back wheel, settling for negating his ever-weaker attacks.
The parallels with the famous duel between Jaques Anquetil and Raymond Poulidor on the Puy de Dôme are worth looking at. In both instances the second placed rider took the stage win - Poulidor in 1964. Both times the two riders had broken off the front of the peloton and were riding alone, but Anquetil arrogance exceeded Contadors: he wanted to beat his great rival despite having a similarly slender lead as Contadors. By the summit of the Puy de Dôme Anquetil was only fourteen seconds ahead. Anquetil's lead was extended to 55 seconds by the end of the penultimate stage's time-triall, and we could well see a repeat of that on Saturday.
The struggle up the Tourmalet was hugely engrossing, but at the same time it feels like we have been deprived of a direct fight for victory between these two great cyclists. Schleck gained ten seconds on the short climb to Morzine-Avoriaz; Contador wrestled ten seconds back up to Monde. Had Schleck's chain not inexplicably snagged immediately following his attack on the Port de Balès perhaps we could have seen it then, but alas Lady Luck intervened.
What we can be sure of is that next year's edition will be even closer. Last year Contador won by four minutes; this year it will be no more than two; next year, who knows? The route this year, despite its punishing difficulty, was brilliantly thought-out by Mr Prudhomme and will hopefully give him to confidence to try something equally mountaneous. We could have just seen the second stage of one of the great rivalries of sport, and Prudhomme would be a fool to resist allowing it to develop further.
Thursday, 8 July 2010
Spain pass off boring as beautiful.
For all the intricate passing, the tiki-taka, the 'merry-go round', Spain are a very dull team to watch. They are beloved of footballing 'purists', but the reality is that Spain are a negative team. They drain the life out of the opposition with endless intricate yet impotent passing; it looks good, but it is certainly intended to prevent the opposition from playing, rather than out-attacking them.
I do not deny that Spain are a good team. They beat a superb Germany team that despatched England and Argentina with ease, but perversely they are not what we have comee to expect from Spain. They have but once scored more than one goal in a match, against Chile, which speaks volumes about their reluctance to commit. Starved of possession, opponents are forced to counter-attack which are broken up easily by an efficent Spanish back line. They have the quality to score, and they know it, biding their time until David Villa takes advantage and scores; they then revert to possession football, draining the life out of viewers as adeptly as they do their adversaries.
Spain will win the final on Sunday, probably 1-0, and it will be boring. The Netherlands will pour forward when they can, but bar a replication on Van Bronckhorst's blockbuster of a strike against Uruguay, they won't find a way through. The best team will win it, but they will lose a lot of admires along the way.
EDIT: Barney Ronay from the Guardian basically wrote this article, but better, so you may as well read this instead.
I do not deny that Spain are a good team. They beat a superb Germany team that despatched England and Argentina with ease, but perversely they are not what we have comee to expect from Spain. They have but once scored more than one goal in a match, against Chile, which speaks volumes about their reluctance to commit. Starved of possession, opponents are forced to counter-attack which are broken up easily by an efficent Spanish back line. They have the quality to score, and they know it, biding their time until David Villa takes advantage and scores; they then revert to possession football, draining the life out of viewers as adeptly as they do their adversaries.
Spain will win the final on Sunday, probably 1-0, and it will be boring. The Netherlands will pour forward when they can, but bar a replication on Van Bronckhorst's blockbuster of a strike against Uruguay, they won't find a way through. The best team will win it, but they will lose a lot of admires along the way.
EDIT: Barney Ronay from the Guardian basically wrote this article, but better, so you may as well read this instead.
Wednesday, 7 July 2010
Tour De France
I bloody love this race. Just as it seemed over for my favourites just as it had begun, they are now back in contention. Andy Schleck looked out of it after the prologue, conspiring to lose 45 seconds to the likely winner, Contador. Wiggins did nearly badly losing somewhere near 30s. It doesn't seem like much, but Contador's time-trialling ability, so often a crucial factor, vastly exceeds that of Schleck and is superior even to Wiggins, an excellent individual rider, as showcased by his efforts in Beijing.
Aided by a well-timed, but ultimately race-ending, crash by his brother Frank, the monumental efforts of Fabian Cancellara, and the famed cobblestone roads of northern France, Schleck was able to keep with the elite leading group of 6, all of which were champions of some kind, and reclaimed a minute over Contador and even more over Lance Armstrong. Without Frank he is weakened in the mountains, but Contador has been off-key is recent months as well; a fascinating battle will hopefully evolve between the two. As for Wiggins, he was in the Contador group until the latter inexplicably dropped off the back end with less than a kilometre to go. The gains are far less than the minute gained by Schleck but at the same time he had less to claw back.
To cap it all was the second place finish by Geraint Thomas, the 24-year-old Welshman, which, thanks to a fifth place in the prologue, puts him in second overall, and into the white jersey.
Aided by a well-timed, but ultimately race-ending, crash by his brother Frank, the monumental efforts of Fabian Cancellara, and the famed cobblestone roads of northern France, Schleck was able to keep with the elite leading group of 6, all of which were champions of some kind, and reclaimed a minute over Contador and even more over Lance Armstrong. Without Frank he is weakened in the mountains, but Contador has been off-key is recent months as well; a fascinating battle will hopefully evolve between the two. As for Wiggins, he was in the Contador group until the latter inexplicably dropped off the back end with less than a kilometre to go. The gains are far less than the minute gained by Schleck but at the same time he had less to claw back.
To cap it all was the second place finish by Geraint Thomas, the 24-year-old Welshman, which, thanks to a fifth place in the prologue, puts him in second overall, and into the white jersey.
Saturday, 3 July 2010
The Untouchables
I was under the impression that this was a Great Film. It seems a good number of people hold this ill-informed belief as well: it has an 81% rating on Rotten Tomatoes. However, The Untouchables definately is not a Great Film. While there are undeniably sporadic strong features, such as impressive, artful-shot locations, the remainder is basically bad.
The Untouchables initially presents itself as a historical crime thriller, which it succeeds at in a hammy, inconsistent sort of way, but by the end De Palma allows it to descend into a poorly thought out action film, with some unforgiveably unrealistic death-scenes. This sudden change in direction is disconcerting; a tack-on in an attempt to jolt some excitement into an otherwise boring film, and it shows. There are other baffling attempts at drumming up some tension, for instance the weird first-person camerawork which was basically poorly executed.
De Palma makes it abundantly clear that Eliot Ness is a do-gooder through and through. He never waivers in upholding the law, never a flawed hero, and is contrasted heavily with the caricature that is Al Capone, played poorly by Robert de Niro. He doesn't seem to be trying; his performance is just like so many of his other Italian mob characters, albeit more poorly written. De Niro isn't the only poor actor, either.
How Sean Connery was ever Oscar-nominated for his performance as Malone, I'll never know. His accent was justifiably ranked by Empire as the worst ever in film, beating such renowed accents as Dick Van Dyke and, er, Kevin Costner in Robin Hood, who incidentally stars as Eliott Ness.
There are few redeeming features. I've mentioned already the beautiful wide shots, particularly of the Chicago streets and there are some powerful moments, such as the 'TOUCHABLE' scene, but these fall short of papering over the gaping cracks. Poor preformances, poor direction and poor use of source material make this a flop.
2/5
The Untouchables initially presents itself as a historical crime thriller, which it succeeds at in a hammy, inconsistent sort of way, but by the end De Palma allows it to descend into a poorly thought out action film, with some unforgiveably unrealistic death-scenes. This sudden change in direction is disconcerting; a tack-on in an attempt to jolt some excitement into an otherwise boring film, and it shows. There are other baffling attempts at drumming up some tension, for instance the weird first-person camerawork which was basically poorly executed.
De Palma makes it abundantly clear that Eliot Ness is a do-gooder through and through. He never waivers in upholding the law, never a flawed hero, and is contrasted heavily with the caricature that is Al Capone, played poorly by Robert de Niro. He doesn't seem to be trying; his performance is just like so many of his other Italian mob characters, albeit more poorly written. De Niro isn't the only poor actor, either.
How Sean Connery was ever Oscar-nominated for his performance as Malone, I'll never know. His accent was justifiably ranked by Empire as the worst ever in film, beating such renowed accents as Dick Van Dyke and, er, Kevin Costner in Robin Hood, who incidentally stars as Eliott Ness.
There are few redeeming features. I've mentioned already the beautiful wide shots, particularly of the Chicago streets and there are some powerful moments, such as the 'TOUCHABLE' scene, but these fall short of papering over the gaping cracks. Poor preformances, poor direction and poor use of source material make this a flop.
2/5
Sunday, 27 June 2010
Looking Forward to 2014
Before I get into this, I might as well comment on the defeat earlier today at the hands of Germany. We were thrashed, but at least we gave it a go - had the goal line incident been correctly judged, who knows what would have happened. Probably a defeat, but still respectable. I would much rather we lose with a performance that at least showed some attacking spark and get ruthlessly counter-attacked than limp out in ignominious circumstances, a la 2006.
In this blog I'm going to hypothesise the team for the World Cup in 2014, and I think it will be drastically different to this team. Firstly, likely survivors. From the defence, Ashley Cole and John Terry will both be 33, perhaps young enough, but it would seem unlikely. Glen Johnson would be 29, so still young enough to maintain the level he is currently showing, though his ability to compete even now at the highest level is questionable. Ferdinand, Upson and King will be gone, with the only possible survivor being Dawson, who I still maintain would have been the best partner for Terry. Midfield: Gerrard will be gone, likewise Lampard (played well today I thought) and Joe Cole, with Barry and Milner being the only two with a chance at 2014 - Barry because his position is less dependent on mobility which will decrease with age, and Milner because he is still only 24. Whether he is good enough is uncertain. Lennon will surely still feature, but Carrick and SWP will not be so lucky. Rooney is the only forward that will make the cut in four years time. So, on with the up-and-comers.
Joe Hart, Manchester City (GK):- Absolutely has to be given the #1 spot come the Euro 2012 qualification rounds. His class is undoubted and his position come 2014 certain, but he must be blooded and given responsibilty now. The real deal.
Ryan Shawcross, Blackburn (CB):- I am as yet unconvinced of his abilities, but many others rate him highly. At 22 he will be a good age in four years time.
Keiran Gibbs, Arsenal (LB):- Looks a good prospect and worthy of the comparisons with Ashley Cole. Was part of the England team that was thrashed 4-0 to Germany in the final of the 2009 u21 European Championship, which incidentally, contained four players that featured for Germany today.
Kyle Naughton, Spurs (RB):- Despite playing for my team I have only seen him in action once, but he looked pretty good. If he doesn't make the grade there's always Kyle Walker, also at Spurs, also originally from Sheffield, also called Kyle and also a right-back.
As for other top-class early to mid 20s Centre Backs, I can't think of any. We seem to be royally screwed in this department, but who knows what will happen.
Jack Rodwell, Everton (DM):- Having already chalked up a number of impressive appearances for Everton, it seems likely he will reach his considerable potential. He is able to play in many positions, but his best is yet be acertained. He will perhaps still be a bit young, 23 in 2014, which is more of a problem for defenders than attackers, so perhaps more of an outside bet, but his time will come.
Jack Wilshire, Arsenal (LW):- He'll only be 22 in 2014, but this lad looks the business. Impressive even at just 16, experience at Bolton will serve him well, and I am confident he can flourish at the highest level. If he's good enough, he's old enough.
Adam Johnson, Manchester City (LW):- Should have been on the plane this year, and will surely be a brilliant player in a few years.
Tom Huddlestone, Spurs (CM):- He's taking a long time to really develop his defensive game, but on the evidence of the latter half of this season he looks to have made huge strides. No one on the planet can play long-balls with as much accuracy as Thud, and he retain it on the floor too. Not to mention his mean shot, which frankly could take someone's head off. Keep the faith.
Danny Rose, Spurs (either wing):- it is likely he has already scored the best goal of his career, but that strike against Arsenal aside, his play was good for a player his age. Good enough for the world stage? Not convinced yet.
Theo Walcott, Arsenal (FW):- Notice I listed him as a forward, not a winger. Rightfully denied a place this year as a winger, but I feel he will eventually end up as a striker. He has poor passing and crossing ability, but his pace is fearsome and his finishing Owen-esque. I still rate him as a player, but please, Arsene, play him up front, or he will fizzle out.
Also seriously struggled to find striking quality in the 20-24 age-group from where players will likely be picked. Off the top of my head, Daniel Sturridge looks okay, but not good enough; likewise Danny Welbeck. Promising younger players like Victor Moses and John Obika won't be given a chance.
Conclusion: we're going to get stuffed. Sorry. Too many gaps to fill, not enough talent.
In this blog I'm going to hypothesise the team for the World Cup in 2014, and I think it will be drastically different to this team. Firstly, likely survivors. From the defence, Ashley Cole and John Terry will both be 33, perhaps young enough, but it would seem unlikely. Glen Johnson would be 29, so still young enough to maintain the level he is currently showing, though his ability to compete even now at the highest level is questionable. Ferdinand, Upson and King will be gone, with the only possible survivor being Dawson, who I still maintain would have been the best partner for Terry. Midfield: Gerrard will be gone, likewise Lampard (played well today I thought) and Joe Cole, with Barry and Milner being the only two with a chance at 2014 - Barry because his position is less dependent on mobility which will decrease with age, and Milner because he is still only 24. Whether he is good enough is uncertain. Lennon will surely still feature, but Carrick and SWP will not be so lucky. Rooney is the only forward that will make the cut in four years time. So, on with the up-and-comers.
Joe Hart, Manchester City (GK):- Absolutely has to be given the #1 spot come the Euro 2012 qualification rounds. His class is undoubted and his position come 2014 certain, but he must be blooded and given responsibilty now. The real deal.
Ryan Shawcross, Blackburn (CB):- I am as yet unconvinced of his abilities, but many others rate him highly. At 22 he will be a good age in four years time.
Keiran Gibbs, Arsenal (LB):- Looks a good prospect and worthy of the comparisons with Ashley Cole. Was part of the England team that was thrashed 4-0 to Germany in the final of the 2009 u21 European Championship, which incidentally, contained four players that featured for Germany today.
Kyle Naughton, Spurs (RB):- Despite playing for my team I have only seen him in action once, but he looked pretty good. If he doesn't make the grade there's always Kyle Walker, also at Spurs, also originally from Sheffield, also called Kyle and also a right-back.
As for other top-class early to mid 20s Centre Backs, I can't think of any. We seem to be royally screwed in this department, but who knows what will happen.
Jack Rodwell, Everton (DM):- Having already chalked up a number of impressive appearances for Everton, it seems likely he will reach his considerable potential. He is able to play in many positions, but his best is yet be acertained. He will perhaps still be a bit young, 23 in 2014, which is more of a problem for defenders than attackers, so perhaps more of an outside bet, but his time will come.
Jack Wilshire, Arsenal (LW):- He'll only be 22 in 2014, but this lad looks the business. Impressive even at just 16, experience at Bolton will serve him well, and I am confident he can flourish at the highest level. If he's good enough, he's old enough.
Adam Johnson, Manchester City (LW):- Should have been on the plane this year, and will surely be a brilliant player in a few years.
Tom Huddlestone, Spurs (CM):- He's taking a long time to really develop his defensive game, but on the evidence of the latter half of this season he looks to have made huge strides. No one on the planet can play long-balls with as much accuracy as Thud, and he retain it on the floor too. Not to mention his mean shot, which frankly could take someone's head off. Keep the faith.
Danny Rose, Spurs (either wing):- it is likely he has already scored the best goal of his career, but that strike against Arsenal aside, his play was good for a player his age. Good enough for the world stage? Not convinced yet.
Theo Walcott, Arsenal (FW):- Notice I listed him as a forward, not a winger. Rightfully denied a place this year as a winger, but I feel he will eventually end up as a striker. He has poor passing and crossing ability, but his pace is fearsome and his finishing Owen-esque. I still rate him as a player, but please, Arsene, play him up front, or he will fizzle out.
Also seriously struggled to find striking quality in the 20-24 age-group from where players will likely be picked. Off the top of my head, Daniel Sturridge looks okay, but not good enough; likewise Danny Welbeck. Promising younger players like Victor Moses and John Obika won't be given a chance.
Conclusion: we're going to get stuffed. Sorry. Too many gaps to fill, not enough talent.
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