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11 hours ago, gruppenfuhrer said:

france  are going to collapse take huffs with each other and modic/rakatic/peresic/mandzukic  will run riot , corluka/vida/lovren will have mbappe in their back pockets , giroud will f**k everything up, 4-1 croatia, and a french player getting sent off with 15 minutes to go

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France will win. 

Allez les Bleus!

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20 hours ago, Jambomo said:

I have a few quid on France to win and Giroud to score in the final as a massive GIRUY to his detractors.

I’m shite at gambling so it’ll be 2-1 Croatia.

It's written in the stars for Giroud to score the winner. 

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1 hour ago, Sooky said:

Quite an interesting read, wasn’t aware of any of this.

 

“Croatia's Luka Modric: Chequered past haunts World Cup star”

 

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-44821343

 

Thanks for that.

I heard it referred to on a couple of podcasts, but I wasn't clear on what it was about.  The fact that he'd hugged the Croation President after the Quarter Final got a mention for putting people's backs up by aligning himself with a corrupt elite.  Potential perjury charges also got mentioned, but I didn't understand what they concerned.

That article makes some sense of it all.

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On 7/12/2018 at 23:11, Forest of Dean said:

It would make more of a difference if our clubs did a better job at emulating Dinamo Zagreb who are a talent producing machine.

What's their setup/process? Who's the current top talent that started with them?

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The old man took his cattle up the hill that morning in December 1991, because that’s what he did every day, rain or shine, winter or summer. He took his cattle up the hill that morning, and he never came back. 

A handful of men in police uniforms arrested him. Whether or not they were legally police officers was moot, and it was also irrelevant: round these parts, power came from the barrel of a gun, not from a piece of paper. 

The man’s crime was the same crime it always is in places riven by sectarianism: not being one of them. Being the other. Being the enemy. His crime was nothing he’d done: it was who he was. He was Croatian, they were Serbian. That was all there was to it.

The men took him and a few others to the nearby village of Jesenice, and there they were executed. The old man left behind a family whom he loved and who loved him: none more so than his six-year-old grandson with whom he shared a name and from whom he had been practically inseparable, the old man doting on the boy, the boy hero-worshipping his grandfather.

The name they shared was Luka Modric, and this Sunday that small boy, now 32, will lead his country out in the World Cup Final.

Football uses the language of war: strikes, shots, volleys, attacks, defence, bombardment. Modric, like all his countrymen, knows the difference between the real thing and the game: knows too that in Croatia one is always bound up with the other, because between them they are the history of that small, proud nation writ large. 

After his grandfather was murdered, Luka’s family’s house was burned down, and they had to live in a hotel for years: not an expensive comfortable one, but a basic, crumbling one in their hometown of Zadar. When the mortars fell, as they often did, young Luka would sit inside and wait them out: but when the all clear was given, he’d be off playing football in the hotel car park, sometimes with other kids, sometimes on his own. Anything to escape the grim, numbing reality of living in a perpetual state of conflict.

He was a small kid: too small, as it turned out, to be taken on by the local bigwigs Hajduk Split. He ended up playing aged 18 in the Bosnian-Hercegovinan league for Zrinjski Mostar, which was where both team-mates and opponents discovered two things about this kid: that he had all the skills you could want, and that he could look after himself too.

Fast forward 15 years, through a journey that has taken him from Dinamo Zagreb via Tottenham Hotspur to Real Madrid. Even though he still looks like, in the unimprovable words of the Guardian’s Barney Ronay, ‘a little boy dressed as a witch’, he is now one of the best players in the world: a midfielder of fabulous talents, one of the very few who can bend time and space to his will.

And of all those talents, perhaps the greatest is this: that he makes others play better. When the simple pass is the best option, that’s what he plays. When he needs to hold the ball for a few moments so his team-mates can get into better positions, that’s what he does. When he has to cover back after someone else’s mistake, that’s what he does. 

He’s not one of those superstars whose megawattage draws the eye and the play too, whose own presence inhibits the other ten men wearing the same shirt as him. He’s the ultimate leader precisely because he doesn’t make it all about himself. You won’t find him rolling around as though he’s just stepped on a landmine, or ripping his shirt off when he scores, or standing there looking haunted when things aren’t going his way. He leaves that kind of stuff to Neymar, to Ronaldo, to Messi. They’re all home already. He’s still there, and so are his team.

And his team love him. When he missed a penalty late in the match against Denmark, his team-mate Ivan Rakitic gathered the others round. 'Listen,' he said. 'Lukita's got us out of more messes than we can count. It's our turn to repay him.' The Croatians put the miss behind them and won the subsequent shoot-out, with Rakitic slotting the winning kick. 

But if you want to know what Modric is made of, here it is: only a few minutes after missing that penalty, he'd taken another one in the shoot-out, with the Danish keeper Kaspar Schmiechel in his face trying to put him off. Did he score second time round? Of course he did.

It’s hard to understand – no, it’s easy to understand, but hard to properly FEEL – what this Croatian side mean to their country. The most famous image in English football history is that of Bobby Moore lifting the World Cup. The most famous image in Croatian football history, by contrast, is that of Zvonimir Boban taking a flying kick at a riot policeman. 

It was during a match between Dinamo Zagreb and Red Star Belgrade in 1990, not long after Croatia had effectively voted for secession from Yugoslavia by electing a majority of pro-independence parties to their parliament. Boban saw the policeman mistreating Dinamo supporters during a riot and launched himself head high at the man. ‘Here I was,’ Boban said later, ‘a public face prepared to risk his life, career, and everything that fame could have brought, all because of one ideal, one cause; the Croatian cause.’

Boban was sacked from the Yugoslavia team who went to the World Cup that year. He didn’t care. In his own mind he was Croatian, not Yugoslavian, and eight years later he captained Croatia to third place in their very first World Cup. He was leader of a generation of fabulous players - Slaven Bilic, Robert Prosinecki, Davor Suker - who to this day are revered in their country.

In reaching the final, Modric’s men have already gone one better than their predecessors. It’s fitting that they’re playing France: both sides have played three group matches and three knockouts, with Croatia the stars of the group stage and France the best team in the knockouts. 

The smart money has to be on France. They are a better team overall, and they have won all their knockout matches in normal time where Croatia have been taken to three consecutive extra times: an additional 90 minutes of football, the equivalent of an entire match more. 

My head says a French victory, perhaps even an easy one. But my heart says a Croatian win, for the fairytale of the underdogs, for a proud people forged in war, and most of all for their remarkable captain and the old man after whom he was named.

 

saw this written by Boris Starling, no idea who he is, but thought it was a good read. Apologies it’s long, but i lifted it off fb and don’t know where the original article was from.

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France will win, they won't pump Croatia though. They'll take the lead and then start using Mbappé on the counter. 

A step too far for the mighty Croats. 

 

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Look at me.  Look at me.  I know this is probably the wrong thread but since we’ve had our chuckles at England and no one will be posting anything in the England thread I thought this is the place to post this pish.

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10 hours ago, PauloPerth said:

The old man took his cattle up the hill that morning in December 1991, because that’s what he did every day...

...My head says a French victory, perhaps even an easy one. But my heart says a Croatian win, for the fairytale of the underdogs, for a proud people forged in war, and most of all for their remarkable captain and the old man after whom he was named.

 

saw this written by Boris Starling, no idea who he is, but thought it was a good read. Apologies it’s long, but i lifted it off fb and don’t know where the original article was from.

Great post Paulo, really good read, thank you for posting it. 

Head says France, heart wants Croatia right enough.

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1 hour ago, RandomGuy. said:

France will win, they won't pump Croatia though. They'll take the lead and then start using Mbappé on the counter. 

A step too far for the mighty Croats. 

 

Have you got anything right this whole tournament? 

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Early goal is the key today

The earlier the goal the more chance of a hattrick each for Griezmann and Mbappe thus ensuring Jane doesn't even get the runners up spot for the Golden Boot, that would just round it off lovely!!!
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I’m not bothered who wins so long as it’s a good game.  These finals have been a combination of dross and excellence and I’d hate to see a cagey 1-0 win for either side.

An early goal, some excellent individual performances and the occasional odd heads gone would be nice.

Oh, and no talk about England.

 

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