world cup draw: group e

Honduras: Josh Voorhees on the SLATE website wrote a piece aiming to let down gently any American fans still holding out hopes of reaching the Knockouts by saying, “If you look around your group and you don’t see a Honduras, then you’re the Honduras.”

Which brings us in an oblique but tidy fashion to the Honduras team. Most readily memorable in footballing circles for the 1969 “Football War” it fought against El Salvador following violent qualifying matches for Mexico ’70, the country’s shining star this year is Roger Espinoza, a strong defensive midfielder who grew up in Denver, went to college in Ohio, started his professional career at Kansas City, and was summoned by the magical Roberto Martinez to Wigan, where he played all 90 minutes of the glorious FA Cup triumph against Man City in 2013. Espinoza led Los Catrachos into the Quarterfinals of the 2012 London Olympics, performing well against major teams (Brazil and Spain).

Currently ranked 41st in the world in a group of sides all else in the top 25, Honduras will bear aloft the underdog flag for Group E.

Interesting side note: did you ever see the Alex Cox movie “Walker” with Ed Harris? Odd movie (well, it’s Alex Cox, so, yeah) about a true moment in history when crazy visionary gringo William Walker invaded Nicaragua and proclaimed himself ruler. All of Central America banded together to oust him (successfully, obviously), and the generals of the Honduras contingent were at that time led by two brothers, the Xatruch brothers. It is their surname which was the origin of the nickname “Catrachos”, which now refers to all citizens of the country. Thanks to La Gringa's Blogicito for the insight.


Switzerland: The Swiss team, according to the Politics of Football website, is “known for its discipline and strong defense,” which I interpret to mean that they tend towards catenaccio and dull viewing for you and me. They “lack a true goal-scorer,” which means we’ll see lots of stodgy long-ball. They came away from their qualifying matches having scored a total of three goals in ten matches. The great hope we might have for some excitement in the Swiss line-up comes from Xherdan Shaqiri, a Kosovo-born midfielder, a strapping youngster thriving these days under the tutelage of Pep Guardiola at Bayern Munich. (Interestingly, in a country troubled by racism and anti-immigration rumblings, the football side is composed largely of second-generation nationalized immigrants.)


Ecuador: Currently ranked 23rd by FIFA, La Tri are strong in attack, led by Man U winger Antonio Valencia, a playmaker and provider of assists rather than a finisher. The history is this: they have yet to win the Copa America. In 2002 at Korea/Japan, they were defeated in their group by both Italy and Mexico, picked up a win against Croatia but headed home. In '06 Germany, they advanced into the Round of 16 to be knocked out by England (with one of those gorgeous, bending free-kicks by Beckham, as I recall).

According to The Road To Brazil website, they enjoy an unfair advantage in home qualifying matches, as they are played 2800 metres above sea level.

Former Birmingham striker Christian Benitez died tragically young this past July, leaving a vacant spot in the front line, traditionally the side’s strongest point. To adjust to this loss, Valencia himself may be moved into a more central role, as the side is currently strong in wingers. In the meantime, questions about the defense are ongoing, brought recently to the fore during a friendly against a B-team Germany last May.


France: Les Bleus had a manager they hated; now the bad man is gone. There is some talk that Ribery, the magnificent Ribery, might be kept back from the squad, something about whoring, but this is ridiculous; we are Frenchmen, we have needs. These petty hypocrisies weigh upon me, weary me. The French at the World Cup are inevitable, like death, like taxes. Let us speak of it no more. Hush. Hush, now.


My prediction: Switzerland at the top, solid but unexciting, followed by a sort of deer-caught-in-the-headlights, evanescent France. This may well result in the Swiss continuing on into Quarterfinals, as their Knockout opponent will probably be Nigeria. The French, on the other hand, will be up against Argentina, and I wish them a quick and painless flight home.

world cup draw: group f

Skipping right past Group G, a sucking fen of depression too awful to contemplate without the consolation of alcoholic beverage (my prediction: Germany wins by a half a gazillion points, barely pausing to clean the opponent from their cleats as they sail on to the Round of 16, Portugal takes a characteristically ugly but definitive second), let's have a look at a more interesting gathering.

Bosnia-Herzegovina is one of those sides, not unlike Algeria, sprung up from the muck and ashes of a truly hellish war, this one not two decades past. Times are still dark in the country, but the footballing team is a shining hope, composed of ethnic Serbs, Croats, and Bosniaks together. Twice in recent history have they threatened to erupt into the limelight on European fields, and twice (in 2010 for the World Cup and 2012 for the Euro) been summarily put down by (a characteristically ugly but definitive) Portugal. This year, they're in the final running, sporting an attack-minded formation featuring top scorer Edin Dzeko from Man City and Roma's Miralem Pjanic, and with Stoke City's Asmir Begovic in goal. Coach Safet Susic says, "There is a huge risk in the way we play," using a single holding midfielder behind a strong line of forwards and attacking midfielders, "opening up huge space for an opponent-- but it would be unfair to the fans, to the game and to us if we were to suppress such a talent." I call that a refreshingly honest and brave approach, and I wish the Zmajevi, the Dragons, well.

Iran's Team Melli has two connections with the USA: Mehrdad Beitashour, a defender for the San Jose Earthquakes, and an assistant coach, Dan Gaspar (of dual Portuguese-American citizenship), who began his footballing career in Connecticut. He landed this unusual job after having worked with current head coach Carlos Queiroz on the national Portugal team (from which Queiroz was fired in 2010, ostensibly for having insulted an anti-doping squad who was trying to take samples at his training ground). Living year-round in Tehran, Gaspar has met the last two Iranian presidents, and says ex-president Mahmoud Ahmadinejad has "an impressive knowledge of soccer." Iran's first World Cup appearance was in 1978 in Argentina, where they did not emerge from the group stage. As of September of this year, FIFA had them ranked first in Asia, and 45th worldwide.

You've seen Nigeria's Super Eagles before. Beginning official play in the late forties while still a British colony, they've become a great footballing force in Africa, winning the Africa Cup of Nations three times, taking the gold medal at the Atlanta Summer Olympics in 1996, and reaching the World Cup Round of 16 twice. They've qualified for five of the last six World Cups, stirring up an intense rivalry with Cameroon along the way, and a sort of ongoing grudge-battle against Argentina, as well, who have beat them in the last two group stages, et voila! Here they are, rematched again.

There was, in fact, something of a brouhaha after their early exit from the 2010 World Cup. According to Wikipedia, Nigeria's president, charmingly named Goodluck Jonathan, suspended the Eagles from international competition for two years as a sort of punishment, I guess, for their bad luck and poor showing. FIFA retaliated by making the ban official, for "political interference," but the whole thing blew over in a few months and they are back in action, ready to have another crack at the Argentines.

Which brings us neatly round to the heroes of the hour, Argentina's Albiceleste. When you go back and watch the Argentine side in the last two World Cups, a few things are clear. One is that in 2006 Jose Pekerman was in charge of a squad so electric with talent, some of it admittedly very young, that their beautiful play could take your breath away (see Argentina v Serbia-Montenegro). Why they lost out to the evil Germans in the quarterfinal is a controversial matter (they took the Argentine keeper out with a knee to the ribs, then won in penalties. Deliberate or not, I will never forgive them. There was also a lingering question about why Pekerman failed to deploy his shining wild card, the young Lionel Messi, against the Hunnish Maleficience. In any case, the match was close and ugly, the Bosch scraped by in penalties, there was a fight on the pitch afterwards, and Pekerman, a smart, likable and possibly even noble manager, had delivered his resignation before his feet hit the pavement).

The Germans took them out again, this time in an agonizing shambles, in the 2010 quarterfinal. This time (although, admittedly, the Germans were very good, and I want you to understand how difficult it is for me to say that) the reason for the rout was clear: Diego Maradona is a crazy man, and you don't let a crazy man coach your team. The greatest practitioners are often (usually?) not the greatest teachers, and Maradona is unquestionably bug-fucking mad. Point taken, lesson learned.

This year, we have Alejandro Sabella sporting the coaching hat. A midfielder in his time, he began with River Plate then moved to England for a four-year spell at Sheffield and Leeds. A great success at Sheffield United, he didn't take well to Leeds, which was suffering a time of turmoil and uncertainty in leadership. He returned thereafter to the Americas, where he would spend the rest of his career both as player and coach, finding particular success guiding Estudiantes to the 2009 Club World Cup final, where world-dominators Barca only managed to beat them in added time. In short, he has the international experience, the coaching smarts, and, gods help us, the anti-Maradona-ish humility, to coax a fine team to a long-coveted trophy.

As far as players go, Captain Messi will know this is his chance. He'll probably have Barcelona teammate Javier Mascherano behind him, a man who has always played as a holding midfielder for his country but who has proved himself a powerful and reliable centerback in Spain. Also fresh from Madrid will come Angel Di Maria and (from Madrid via Naples) Gonzalo Higuain, with powerhouse attacking midfielder Javier Pastore emerging as a force to be reckoned with from his recent successes at Paris Saint-Germain (along with rumors linking him to either Arsenal or Liverpool).

My question, though, for Sabella is this: why no Willy Caballero? I haven't been following closely this season, but for the past few years, the Malaga player has been my favorite goalkeeper in La Liga, brave and forthright and untiring. Why no Argentina joy?

My prediction: Argentina takes first, Nigeria a hard-fought second.

world cup draw: group h

Yeah, tough draw. If you're American or English, I mean. If you're French, congratulations, you lucky bastards, who've barely scraped through only to find yourself a place in the sun, fighting folks like Switzerland (see Orson Welles' observations about the Swiss and cuckoo clocks in the Third Man). And my Argentines have got what looks to be a fairly cushy ride into the Round of 16, or I hope so, as I'm counting on La Albiceleste to take the whole shootin' match, the whole nine yards, the entire ball of proverbial wax. This is the year, this tournament at arch-rival Brasilia, this is the time for my boy Leo to stake his claim as the greatest footballer who ever lived. This is his moment, and I'm brooking no argument about this. It means too much to me. I've always been a Spain fan, but I'm letting my Spaniards have the year off. This trophy belongs to Argentina.

But on to Group H. I thought I'd start here because these are the folks about whom I know the least.

Algeria, for example. Les Fennecs, or the Desert Foxes. Their footballing road has been harsh and uncomfortable as their political road. In 1982, the World Cup was in Spain and West Germany were the reigning champs, but that didn't stop Algeria from upsetting the apple cart by beating their Teutonic foes on opening day, 2-1; this after the Germans had mocked their unknown rivals heartlessly in a pre-game press conference ("We will dedicate out seventh goal to our wives, our eighth to our dogs"). The Foxes, remember, were a team whose origin lay in the freedom fighters of the decades previous, and there was a strong sense of national honor at stake. The upset led to one of the great scandals in World Cup history: it was West Germany v Austria on the last day of group stage. If West Germany won, then both Germanic sides would go through, but if Austria won, it would go through with Algeria, who had already played their final match. In the tenth minute, Germany scored, and then both sides effectively stopped playing. Algerians in the crowd waved money at the mercenaries, German fans burned their own national flags in protest, Spaniards shouted, "Fuera! Fuera!" and waved hankies, a delightful tradition in showing disdain.

So Algeria was out, and the world knew the Huns were cheaters and cynics. When their own German fans showed up at their hotel to protest, the unrepentant players pelted them with water balloons. The debacle led to a new FIFA ruling: all final group stage matches are played simultaneously now, to circumvent the temptation to the cynical cheat and the Biscuit Ending.

Then, in 2010 qualifying for South Africa, Algeria's hopes lay on a final showdown against Egypt in Cairo. Before the match, their bus was violently attacked by hooligans, and several members of the team injured. They lost the ensuing match, and the scandal led to a diplomatic dyspepsia between the two countries, resulting in a shutting off of trade. (The Foxes still managed to scrape through into the Group Stage, where they tied with England, but headed home after losing to both the United States and Slovenia.)

Then there's South Korea, the Taegeuk Warriors, starring Park Chu-Young from Arsenal, hometown hero Lee Keun-Ho of Sangju Sangmu Phoenix, and Bayer Leverkusen striker Son Heung-Min, all formidable forwards. The coach is Hong Myung-Bo, the Korean Republic's most-capped player and ex-L.A. Galaxy defender. These Warriors made it into the draw by the skin of their teeth, beaten by Iran, but still sanguine. This is South Korea's ninth appearance. Its best moment of shining glory was in 2002, beating Italy 2-1 in the Knockout then Spain in penalties in the Quarterfinals. In 2010, they made it into Knockouts but were ousted by berserker Diego Forlan and his back-up Uruguayans.

About Russia I can glean little, other than running across chilling headlines in my search ("Russia Chief Quits After Meeting With Vladimir Putin". Brrrr). Currently managing is Fabio Capello, a man who's enjoyed a success or two in his time (OK, and a failure or two as well), and all the players seem to be culled from home-country teams except one: Denis Cheryshev plays in the front line at Sevilla. The last I remember these guys was from the 2008 European Cup. Gus Hiddink (previously seen managing the intrepid Soccaroos in 2006 in Germany), was at the helm and they made it into the Semifinals, but my Spanish boys were having what you might call a good day, and the Russians headed home after that.

The fourth side are the Belgians, a team I've never seen before, but after a glance at their line-up, I wonder why that is. From Eden Hazard on down, practically all these guys are top-flight players in the Premiership or La Liga. Their goal-keeper is Thibaut Courtois, currently guarding the net for Atletico Madrid against the likes of Ronaldo and Messi, guiding his team to a second place so solid they're threatening to undermine my Blaugrauna, who currently lead by a slim margin of two goals. And that's just for starts. You've also got Arsenal captain Thomas Vermaelen, Man City's Vincent Kompany, Jan Vertonghen and Mousa Dembele and Nacer Chadli from Spurs, Daniel van Buyten from Bayern Munich, Kevin Mirallas and Romelu Lakaku from Roberto Martinez's wonderful Everton (among others! I'm not even mentioning them all).

And their mascot is a lion named Benelucky, which is sweet, right? These guys are going to be gangbusters in Brazil, and I can't wait to watch them play.

Prediction: I see Belgium going through on top, with Russia squeaking past South Korea for runner-up.