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12 Jul 24 | Re: Football quiz and team of the tournament | Link-U-Post
Here we are, just before the final of what's been a very enjoyable Euro 2024 (arguably despite some of England's efforts). I'm getting stoked for the final, but as we wait for the big day, here's a bit of blog fun in the meantime. I've devised a short Euro 2024 quiz, which you'll find below. Then you can read my player selections for team of the tournament. And then you can find the answers to the quiz and see how you did.
Here we go!
James's Euro 2024 ten question quiz spectacular
There we go. Have a think about those, but before we get to the answers, have a look at my...
TEAM OF THE TOURNAMENT
Here are my personal selections for Team of the Tournament. I'm imposing a two-player-per-country limit and my favoured 4-4-2 formation but otherwise there are no restrictions except that this is the BEST POSSIBLE TEAM from all the available players, based on performance throughout the Euro 2024 finals.
Goalkeeper: Jan Oblak. There were several good keepers playing for the smaller nations, but Slovenia's Oblak gets it for his inspirational performance against Portugal and having the audacity to save Cristiano Ronaldo's penalty in particular.
Left back: Cucurella. Little guy, big hair, reliable in defence and very fluid getting forward. Plus lots of fouls and massive booing from the home fans for a debatable handball that might have debatably knocked Germany out of the tournament. I initially thought his name was a nickname that meant "teaspoon" but it isn't.
Centre back: Marc Guehi. One of England's stories of the tournament, has played like a veteran and always been dependable. People have complained about England's forward play but never the defence, and he's a big part of why that is.
Centre back: Ryan Porteous. Hugely unlucky to be sent off in the first game, and Scotland never recovered from losing him.
Right back: Denzel Dumfries. Very exciting attacking full-back and another victim of a dodgy decision in the penalty award for Kane in the semi-final. Very nearly cancelled that out by heading against the bar shortly afterwards. Superb name.
Centre midfield: N'Golo Kante. Rock solid holding the line for France and good intensity during the anthems.
Centre midfield: Xavi Simons. A lot of the attacking excitement has been down the wings this year but Simons showed a lot of creativity through the centre and scored a great goal against England to go with his table-topping (at time of writing) three assists.
Left wing: Khvicha Kvaratskhelia. Half of Georgia's game-winning counter-attack flying squad. A joy to watch.
Right wing: Lamine Yamal. Everybody's player of the tournament is mine as well. Absolutely incredible in every department. Great hair too, in a tournament stuffed with predominantly woeful dos.
Striker: Ivan Toney. Given limited minutes on the pitch (so far???) but made the absolute most of what he had to work with. Playing him instead of Kane in the final, while probably too much of a bold move to actually happen, would surely bring England to glory.
Striker: Georges Mikautadze. Georgia's master marksman got three goals (joint top at time of writing) despite going out in the last 16. Georgia's no possession, all counterattack strategy is great viewing but would have no chance without an absolutely top guy to take the chances.
Country count: England 2, Netherlands 2, Spain 2, Georgia 2, France 1, Slovenia 1, Scotland 1.
Who would be on your team of the tournament? Let me know in the comments! (LOL)
Quiz answers
OK, we've waited long enough. Here are the answers to the quiz (highlight the text to read it).
1 Crystal Palace - Henderson, Guehi, Wharton, Eze. 2 Leipzig, the, er, Red Bull Arena. 3 Roy Keane. 4 Denzel Dumfries, because the others all have their first names on their shirts. 5 Yellow Submarine. 6 Ukraine, coming bottom despite getting 4 points in a weird group where everyone else also got 4 points. 7 The Netherlands, coming from behind to beat Turkey. 8 Slovenia, against Portugal. 9 CR7 has only scored one free kick in a major tournament, though to be fair it was a screamer. 10 It's an homage to their classic away kit from the 1990 World Cup in the home of fashion, Italy, in which they famously went out in round 1.
How did you do? Doesn't really matter, thanks for reading and come on England! Let's have a real performance.
Posted by ARIE GROTE at 22:20
31 Mar 23 | Re: Lazarus-like recovery of lost blogging artefacts | Link-U-Post
Back in 2016 there was a minor blog disaster where I failed to renew my domain name, resulting in the loss of several months' blogging work (two posts). That's a small amount of material but I was sorry to lose it because one of them was maybe the second best thing I've ever put on here. But finally we have some good news: it took me this long, but I had the idea of checking the Wayback Machine and lo and behold, there were the lost posts!
Without too much futher delay, I've restored them, so now readers can once again read about:
Enjoy!
(And many, many thanks to the Wayback Machine, which provides an invaluable service in so many ways.)
Posted by CAPTAIN WALTON at 21:45
11 Feb 22 | Re: The greatest ever album closing track | Link-U-Post
The best thing going today on Twitter is the People's Pop Polls, and this month they're voting on the best album closing tracks of all time. I've nominated Finisterre by Saint Etienne (from the album Finisterre) so here are some notes on why.
The song has a pretty tough job to do, placed at the end of a very varied album that lurches from dance-pop bangers to electro experiments to songwriterly sketches to pretty instrumentals. To tie that loose collection together, Finisterre looks the listener in the eye and discusses some of the themes that have been implied along the way, including hope, optimism, beauty, and a disappointment at anything that lacks those qualities. But a disappointment that's also a cause for joy, since it's an affirmation that we're still looking for the good.
So it's a manifesto song. Except that the manifesto is voiced by someone outside the band (one Sarah Churchill), so there's a distance. It's not clear whether the band subscribes to the manifesto as stated, or whether they're more interested in the aesthetic quality of what it is to hold those kinds of ideas. We are talking a sweeping, impractical idealism that can write off the entire nineteenth century, that wants skyscrapers without the industrialisation that made them possible. That rushes to plant its flag wherever it finds beauty, deliberately neglecting to think things all the way through. It's a young adult's way of thinking: flawed, but with a nostalgic appeal for those of us who've had to move past it (and in delegating the vocal, the band imply that they themselves might be getting too old to embrace that mode of thinking completely). It's ever so dreamy, but it's not weak, since it takes some courage to have that kind of hope.
These big ideas are put into the most epic setting possible by having the song quietly be about the end of the world (hence "Finisterre"). Plenty of albums close with an apocalyptic climax, but Finisterre takes a non-Rock approach, being more interested in the two people who crawl out of the tree after Ragnarok and find a blank canvas where they can create a new world. It's a daydream about what it would mean to have that opportunity - or do we, in a very real sense, have that chance within ourselves every day? It's there in the music too - the nervy electro of the spoken bits giving way to chiming prettiness, especially when the other Sarah's vocal finally comes in.
Finally, a word about the song's place in the band's career. Since Finisterre they've only made concept albums, released increasingly far apart, always well received by the fan base (and music writers) but hopelessly far from what Radio 1 are looking for. Finisterre was their last album as a vaguely current act, as a would-be chart concern, so this track is the end of their first act as well as the end of an album (and of the world). Any triumphalism would have been misplaced, but there is a quiet pride at having hung on to their outlook. And it's not a complete full stop: the opening lyrics call forward to what would be their next single a few years later (Side Streets). Thematically it's as good a summation of the band as you could find: nothing to do with London, really, which music writers constantly bang on about, but celebrating a state of mind that's available to everyone, everywhere. You don't have to agree with everything in the lyric, but if a part of you doesn't want to agree with it, to be on that team, then Saint Etienne probably aren't for you. If they are for you, then hopefully you're like me, completely floored by this brilliant song, thrilled and filled with hope for humanity but sad that you can't be more optimistic at the same time.
So vote for bravery, hope, nostalgia for our old mistakes, and new beginnings. Vote Finisterre.
Posted by LA MAGA at 22:17
...5G emotional effect ...transfixed by the zahir ...arachnophobic Jim ...Chorizo is all over the place ...sexy liquids ...ten years of waiting, speculation, uncertainty ...Hell itself is pretty well-lit, by and large ...a specific antipathy towards mills ...It would all have been bearable without the golf ...an absence of strong melodies ...mournfully sung meandering half-tunes ...rump of loons ...an upsetting of the natural order ...sore thumbs, ladder-fallers and the victims of plummeting nick-nacks ...other dispiriting invertebrates
...Launch fearlessly into analogies ...twins in the bin ...INTENSO MODE ...mad stuntwoman ...move-busting, rotund scholastics ...fourth's the golden eagle ...a list of tired cliches that it will not resort to in any circumstances ...You bet your asthma inhaler ...offend the wizards of Liechtenstein ...absurdly jazztastic and showy ...Your name is Alan Carstairs ...You may feel a little... tingling ...valiant strugglers against the tide of charisma ...we seem to be in some kind of golden age.
Thank you so much to ticket touts everywhere ... Goonrock I find most beguiling ... pole-greasing careerists ... assent past the point of absurdity ... sly one slips from the shadows ... she mutated into something even bigger ... Top Media Geek ... laugh with delight, long and loud ... all the big beat fun stuff.
... only alluded to cryptically via a crossword clue ... he beetled off ... panegyric hosedown ... looking to plagiarise a harvest acrostic.
... hapless Buttons-type character ... fictional Radiohead-appreciator ... The last proper one must be Edward I ... a fortress built out of the blood of thousands of slaughtered bulls ... drummers shivering in vests ... Back to the drawing board, chart-watchers!
... he conveniently says the word fridge about fifty times ... a slight hoarseness or croakiness ... a sepia tide ... he could nearly have scooped Miguel de Cervantes.
Sandal sales boom. Razor sales plummet.
... messing up the next edition of the Guinness Book of Hit Singles ... a carboard signpost pointing the way down Plot Street ... eat old peanuts out of the sofa ... the Funky Giraffe baby product range ... All objections are cant ... jacket-wearing nonsense ... just enough mud sticking ... the arch-users of that particular fiddle ... slack-jawed cogitation ... a full-body frown that exerts every single muscle ... far too much of the intricate robot gubbins.
In Jessie J terms ... obvious Brontë fan Shaun Ryder ... anthem-type music as a Trojan horse ... cutesy hip-hop moves ... Now That’s What I Call Wigging Out.
... characteristically nasal delivery ... too much democracy ... all-killer-no-filler dancefloor bangers ... a grimly eccentric minority ... West End-style camped up non-rock ... a ripping winner’s single ... a lovely lullaby.
... brattish charisma fountain ... Cowardy Custard ... a kind of Platonic Jagger.
Galahad Roger Potter ... to her surprise Aslan appears ... a pink smartphone on a Saturday night ... a thousand eloquent turns of phrase ... someone will invent a great big battery ... the land of tooth obsession ... the virtue of knaves ... an ideal snack for a train journey ... a vaguely arty, continental bloke?
... referrative case ... shaped like Rigel ... poetic pressure ... awful, awful blog posts ... Democratic utopia!
... waxy-surfaced nick-nack ... tip-top, AV-elected representatives folky bits ... Garbage (if you count them) ... poor, poor Lib Dems ... that same train-window feel ... crud scraping ... world wig-out shortage ... brainless fawning over royalistic trivia ... twice as hard next time ... good material for sit-com sex.
No C-word this week, C-word fans!
A great new approach to dinner drinking ... scratchy breakdown bit ... beacon of oratorial skill ... Why, John Power? Why? ... little clumps of fact ... musical alchemists ... a little patch of bad skin on one hand ... feedback squealing vaguely ... the most rational human alive ... you may be exactly the same as me.
... Pshaaaaw! to all of that ... fascinating mechanical clock ... digestives in the shape of a loaf of bread ... endless popgun barrage of short-sentence trivia ... What do we all think about that, eh?
Michael Parkinson ... A train of thought that started with tea ... carrots ... the most generous funny man in double act history ... joining in the great haiku-writing tradition ... long, orange vegetable ... Jay-Z agrees ... unanimous nominee ... distinctive brand of slow service.
... hot buttered soul ... political blancmange ... the ideal is just a little shuffle of the shoulders.
York and Lancaster ... spoiling the line of my trousers ... doughty journeyman ... bop about in one of his fine jackets ... almost worth watching ... Joan of Arc’s canonisation ... recommending expensive food and clothes ... What a silly magazine Q is.
How barbarous ... extra-biblical tradition ... unwitting TV Burp fans ... spend whatever time remains bopping about and grinning ... one-sided Moebius rectangle ... don’t go looking in the Gospels.
But a radical sees a little further ... cute little pickaxe ... a meter not normally assigned to any word in the English language ... an ingenious way to reward superfans ... Not Echobelly ... the company directors probably kept most of the saving ... the smallest Mr Man ... a Lepidus fan who just wants to talk Lepidus.
... answer floats in the ether ... you can boil or steam some specially beforehand ... the Toronto Hobbits.
... distinctly pedestrian raps ... Look on my works and despair! ... Stevland “Stevie” Wonder ... flim-flam and dross ... cooing, benevolent soft-soaper ... metaphor, onomatopoeia, synecdoche, hypallage ... inexplicable pop-up rapper ... cherish loveliness ... named after a moon goddess or whatever ... a birthday on the 39th ... like a heart-shaped coffee spoon ... Victoria Hesketh ... three poorly-dressed blokes ... the Roman geezer ... Maddening cereal design ... a bit of low-level recognition ... the elusive sharp end of Lawro’s wit ... exactly what Marvel Comics need.
... special occasions are going to involve speeches ... “just a fan in a suit” ... commentary box hate figure ... magisterial preface ... the notoriously rigorous UEFA coaching badge ... whoever else she is ... match the style of the master ... another milestone in gender equality ... football-haters, block-heads and innumerates ... fount of bons mots ... exposure to Nick Grimshaw ... good old David James ... slightly surprised ... reasons for messing everything up ... he’s making it up as he goes along.
Prancing about like a nincompoop in the town centre ... music on a razor’s edge ... sausage-fingered musical regressionists ... still preoccupied with 1985 ... jolly, benign busybodies ... my zero followers ... Looks pretty though.
Hardly Hard-Fi territory, I think you’ll agree ... kazoo-and-saucepan bands ... mooching buddy ... Mrs Tolkien put her foot down ... only ever really existed on Planet Bushell ... actually quite a nice sign ... cavorting more than a sportsman strictly ought ... made the mistake of copying Shed Seven instead.
... going from door to door trying all the handles ... ignominious foundering collapse ... There is a lot of religion in it ... answer to that: play better ... He also says that he is dapper ... tour de force of restrained longing ... the word ‘ghastly’ might be involved at some point.
... an idealised dancefloor where the stars have aligned ... unfussy, mathematically minded nation ... the triumph of wide-eyed teenage promise ... fail ... my most up-to-date thoughts ... A-list wigsbies ... a picturesque fragility ... doesn’t always show the expected level of respect ... no sooner buy a CD single than a penny-farthing ... pure dance gold ... instead of onions I substituted eggs ... better without the sides ... I wonder if the Bahranians are watching.
... it just stretches out and fades away ... you don’t actually write all the questions out ... pictures of gurning old women ... a twinkling miscellany of other incidentalia ... especially the boiling cauldron bit ... stripily garish woollen socks ... Santa-suited disco dancers ... in aching anticipation ... the admirable Jose Luis Rodriguez Zapatero ... come on, audio people ... rather takes the edge off the feminist intent ... Britain has never won it ... despotic or bonkers or charismatic ... nostalgia, only for another place ... brain-exerciser ... shovelling junk mail into landfill sites ... got the idea from the prog band ASIA ... that woman out of Madison Avenue ... this panegyric isn’t post-gig euphoria.
I believe the G usually stands for God ... Wrestling fans should have had no problem ... the ‘have mercy’ element can get missed ... a sign made of a grimy blue tarpaulin ... an air of real gravitas ... a nice new dodgy flat in Bristol ... warm and welcoming ... Oirish no-hopers ... lucky country ... as stretched-out as Peter Crouch ... question rate ... the millions of Mills’s minions ... You have to admire the guy.
... What does it mean for God to rest? ... bling bling baby ... gunged up with big hits ... 0.1% of the prize money ... draw back the cloak of invisibility ... oily megalopolis ... zenarchistic pop pragmatists ... legalise at least some drugs ... urchin and Becker fans.
... you STILL get equal boys and girls ... Score one for the Chinese government I suppose ... moan about something that is bound to happen ... Lando is the right answer ... shake their fists at the monitor ... a strange land of mountains, horsemen and tour cyclists ... goats on tightropes ... in the style of Digitiser ... plenty of water in the southern hemisphere, sure ... create your own ... an accordion player called Corn Mo ... a point for drummer ... Sweden and everywhere else ... a bit like the wooden spoon ... O-trivia Newton John ... it would one day be misused by the chief executive of the Independent Schools Council ... out of the bank.
... may not actually have a surname at all ... crew of gangster midgets ... the heirs of the mighty conqueror ... woolly turtleneck ... directional trend-setting demigods ... seven in almost 1000 years ... run-of-the-mill internet raving ... must be time for a second ... pleasantly rounded, like a genial uncle ... only writing LOL if you actually laugh out loud ... replace hat, arrange hair, check hat, take towel ... a facsimile of knowledge ... impossibly dramatic and thrilling ... cool eh? ... you know, for fun ... doesn’t actually answer or even appear to understand even one of the questions ... First post done.
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