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Dutch ideology watermarked on World Cup 1-2-3

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Passing triangles is football's new 'old' direction

TODAY’S World Cup final between Spain and Netherlands will see an eighth champion enter the pantheon of greats. And in that, either or both of the men, who have masterminded their team’s run to the final, will be hailed as great managers and toasted across their respective countries.

It is all fair and good, since Bert van Marwijk and Vicente del Bosque are both fantastic managers and deserve to be lauded. But both men and the imperious Joachim Loew, whose Germany side made it into the semi-finals, will secretly owe a huge debt of gratitude to a poker-faced man in a leafy suburb in Munich.

And somewhere out there, Louis van Gaal will surely be toasting his ideology with a glass of the finest available champagne.

Louis van Gaal is the real winner of the World Cup

The image of van Gaal and his burning ideology is stamped like a watermark upon these teams. His shadow hangs heavy over all three and all have managed to make it into the final four of the biggest show on earth.

So what is this ideology? What do the Dutch, the Spanish and the Germans have in common, in this World Cup of contrasts?

The answer is that all three teams have an undying devotion to a common philosophy: The need to develop a culture of passing.

Over the course of the last month, much has been made about the spirit, fight and mental bottle of the teams that made it thus far. What has been consistently missed is that all three have an infallible commitment to a passing game that was first developed by Johan Cryuff and more universally applied by Louis van Gaal.

Consider just the players in the final equation. Van Gaal currently coaches Bayern Munich, a club who provided the likes of Bastian Schweinsteiger, Phillip Lahm and Thomas Mueller to the tournament. And that is just from the Germany side. The Netherlands have Arjen Robben and Mark van Bommel, who work with van Gaal at Bayern and both have been irrepressible in this team.

And there is more. The Spanish have Xavi and Iniesta and both men received their big breaks under Louis van Gaal in his tenure at Barcelona.

On face value, these are all different players in different positions. But what they all have in common, is the unique van Gaal trait; the ability to pass the ball. Under van Gaal, nothing is more important than this. You don’t have to be physically domineering, or prodigiously skilled. Lahm, Xavi and Iniesta are all under six foot. Mueller is hardly the most skilled player in the world.

Individual brilliance too is strictly optional; for all of Robben’s selfish forays, his ability to make swift, sharp passes is one his biggest strengths. Under van Gaal, the rule is simple. If you can pass the ball, at speed over distances, you make his team.

The van Gaal catechism is simple to learn, but hard to master. Do not pass into a team-mate’s feet, it stresses, but always ahead of him to keep the ball moving. When the first man passes to the second man, the third man must already be moving into space ready for the second man’s pass.

In short, football is about making swift passing triangles, over and over again.

Which is why kids at Ajax, Barcelona and now Bayern Munich are stuck in eternal games of four on four; two touches allowed.

It is a formula stereotypically identified as Dutch. And it is true that the Dutch pioneered it, but the Spanish perfected it and the Germans have just recently partaken it.

Van Gaal’s (and for that matter Johann Cryuff’s) influence over the biggest clubs in these countries is well documented. He oversaw the great explosion of Dutch talent from Ajax, perfected Johan Cryuff’s university of passing at Barcelona and at Bayern this season revolutionised their structure of play. On the way, he tweaked things here and there, but the basic remained the same.

And Ajax is where half of these Dutch players got their start, and Barcelona and Bayern contribute the largest quota of players to the top four teams.

The metamorphosis between the three is such that German, Dutch and Spanish football has crossbred to become almost indistinguishable. The Germans pass like Holland in disguise. The Dutch defend and counter-attack like Germans used to. Spain play like Holland circa 2000.

Once the tournament ends, most reviews will focus on the biggest stars. Instead they could do to  focus on passing cultures. The Messis, the Ronaldos and the Kakas are all on holiday. And the top three sides all adhere to the ideology of one stony-faced Amsterdammer.

Anyone else doubt that Van Gaal deserves that toast?


Futuristic Xavi is La Roja’s inspiration

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The story goes that during David Beckham sojourn at Real Madrid, he was surprised to see Zinedine Zidane take time out after every training session to work on his ball control.
Zidane’s method was simple, even somewhat agricultural. The Frenchman apparently shot the ball up in the air as far as he could and then practiced receiving it, as close to his body as possible. Amazingly straightforward.

And the lesson from this small anecdote is just that.

The greatest players in the world are the ones who can do the simple things the best.

So, step forward Xavi Hernandez. The Spanish midfielder has been the

The master of tikki-taka

fulcrum of the La Roja squad who have ambled (there really is no other word for it), their way into the World Cup final.

Spain play a mesmerizing brand of football, idiosyncratic in the maximum, elaborate but at the same time controlling, and believe it or not defensive. One journalist described them as attractively defensive. It is not far off the mark. Spain asphyxiates their opponents. Spain devour their opponents, slowly, steadily, like a boa constrictor eating a rabbit. They don’t attack, but probe, press, and pass. Pass you to figurative death. And Xavi is usually the mastermind of this murder.
Forever plotting behind the scenes, but as imperative and essential as your heartbeat.
Just to give you a measure of Xavi’s anti-hero; when the Barcelona midfielder was included in the top five at the Fifa World Player award ceremony in January 2009, alongside Lionel Messi, Cristiano Ronaldo, Kaka and Fernando Torres, the British Daily Mail’s headline famously ran: “The best players of the world (and Xavi).

Xavi is a fantastic player, albeit one who lacks the flash of any of his aforementioned glorified compatriots. His genius is not that evident; his innovative moves lack the in-your-face glory of a Messi slalom, or a Ronaldo free-kick, or a Kaka burst at pace.

His genius is in doing the simple things, right, time and time again. Xavi’s genius lies in his passing. “I am basically a passer,” was Xavi’s modest self-assesment. And so he is. He belongs to Barcelona after all. “Receive, pass, offer,” is the simple message, the obsession, a badge of identity that runs right through the club, driven into players from the moment they join. Xavi joined in 1991 and no one represents that obsession better than him.

And it’s not just his passing. It is his vision, his ability to read the game better than his opponents that sets himself apart.

Teammate Dani Alves once famously said, “Xavi plays in the future.” What he meant was that Xavi’s understanding was such that he often knew what the player should do before the other player did himself. His pass then set his teammate up for that exact move.
If Spain are to lift the World Cup on Sunday, much of the credit will go to the likes of Andres Iniesta and David Villa. Many will overlook the contribution of the man they call the metronome.
But the ones who matter will know.
Spanish football expert Sid Lowe wrote an engaging commentary a few months back. He concluded by stating that while Messi may be the best player in the world, without Xavi, he might not be.
Similarly, Spain may be the best team in the world, but without Xavi they would definitely not be.

Written by quazi zulquarnain

July 9, 2010 at 1:23 pm

Viva la Espana

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Gary Linekar once said, ‘ football is a game of 90 minutes with two teams on either side trying to outscore one another… and in the end the Germans always win.’

In Euro 2008, the England striker of yore was proved wrong.

After 90 minutes at the Ernst Happel Stadium, it was the Spaniards and not the Germans who were left standing after a display of exhilarating possession football that wowed the world, not just in the final but throughout the tournament.

It was the perfect cap to what has been one of the most engrossing tournaments in memory. High in quality, high in drama, the Euros have proved to be one of those watershed tournaments that you gauge all future ones by. Small wonder it did so without the over-hyped English.

Present were all elements to transcend the tournament into greatness. There was the early vanquishing of a giant (France), the mesmerizing genius of the prodigy (Dutch), the surprise package (Russia) and the dark horse (Croatia). There was also the perennial always-there (Germany) and the pondering Cyclops (Italy/Luca Toni?). Not to forget the fairytale run (Turkey).

But most importantly, there was drama of the like hardly replicated in international tournaments. Teams came back from the death, they jabbed at each other like two boxers of equal dexterity and the best part of it was that they did it while playing good, tactical football. Kudos to the coaches for that.

But Spain is what this tournament was about. Perennial under-achievers, the Spanish had in their possession (finally) a generation of players who did not crack when it came to the big time.

Much was made of coach Luis Aragones’ policy of not bringing in Raul, of employing the crafty Cesc Fabregas as a substitute, of repeatedly pulling off Fernando Torres or even bringing such unheralded lights such as Dani Guiza or Santi Carzola.

But the man who once labeled Theirry Henry a form of colored excrement has perhaps finally lived that down. History will remember the brash Aragones as the man who finally delivered Spain a crown they had deserved much more than the once they had won it in 1964.

And did Spain deserve it. They played a brand of football that wooed you from the beginning. The beguiling passing of their central midfielders, the blinding pace of Fernando Torres, the nifty work of David Villa, the surging runs of Sergio Ramos all facets that made this tournament into a watchable venture for many fans whose teams either hadn’t made it or exited early.

With Spain’s lifting of the Henri Delauney trophy a nation of Catalans, Basques and other elements united into one if only for a while.

But in the end football was the real winner.


Best Team: Spain
Worst Team: France
Most Boring Team: Italy
Hitman: David Villa, Lukas Podolski (both scored all their goals in the group stages)
Couldn’t hit the side of a barn door: Luca Toni & Mario Gomez
Nearly man: Michael Ballack that’s a Euro final, a World Cup final and two Champions League final all lost. Maybe there is truth in numbers. Ballack wears 13.
Candle in the dark: Arshavin of Russia, who shone so precociously in two games.
Best coach: Slaven Bilic, Fatih Terim
Fairytale run: Turkey

Written by quazi zulquarnain

April 24, 2010 at 3:54 pm

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