- ハイネケンカップ6 #6
ノーサンプトン・セインツ(イングランド) -northampton saints(england)- マンスター(アイルランド)
premier league westbrom 1-2 norwich long,68(pk) surman,43 morison,79 westbrom : foster, jara, shorey, mcauley, dawson, morisson, thomas,(76.fortune) mulumbu,scharner,(63,dorrans) cox, odemwingie,(63.long) norwich : ruddy, r,martin, whitbread, naughton, ayala,(67.yellowcard ) johnson,(80.fox) surman, morison, pilkinghton,(80.crofts) hoolahan, jackson,(68.holt ) man,utd 3-0 bolton scholes,45+1 welbeck,74 carrick,83 man,utd: lindegaard, evra, ferdinand, evans, rafael, carrick, scholes,(69.giggs) nani,(69.park) rooney, welbeck,(78,hernandez ) bolton : bogdan, steinsson, knight,(21,yellowcard ) ricketts, wheater, muamba,(80,pratley ) reo coker, eagles,(69.riley) petrov,(88.tuncay ) m,davies, ngog, tottenham 1-1 worverhampton modric,51 fletcher,22 tottenham : friedel, assou ekotto (69.yellowcard.80.rose) kaboul, dawson, walker, parker, modric, bale, van der vaart, lennon,(74.defoe) adebayor worverhampton : hennessey, ward, johnson,(90.yellowcard ) berra, foley, edwards,(81,miljas) knghtley, henry,(84.yellowcard ) frimpong,(29.yellowcard,67.hunt) jarvis,(85.elokobi) fletcher, chelsea 1-0 sunderland lampard,13 chelsea : cech, a,cole, terry, d,luiz,(8.yellowcard ) bosingwa, romeu, meireles,(73,yellowcard ) lampard,(73.essen) ramires mata,(85.malouda) torres,(66.yellowcard ) sunderland : mignolet, bardsley, kilgallon,(45+1,turner) o'shea, richardson,(86,wickham) cattermole,(58.yellowcard ) larsson, vaughan,(69.gardner) mcclean, sessegnon, bendtner, liverpool 0-0 stoke,c liverpool : reina, enrique, coates, skrtel, carragher, johnson, adam, gerrard, henderson,(74.bellamy) downing,(58.carroll) kuyt, stoke ,c : sorensen, (83.yellowcard ) huth, shawcross,(29.yellowcard ) woodgate, whelan, wilson, delap, etherington,(87.fuller) palacios, (62.whitehead) walters,(93.yellowcard ) crouch, astonvilla 1-1 everton bent,56 anichebe,69 astonvilla : given, hutton, dunne, collins, warnock,(81.keane) clark, ireland, albrighton,(90,yellowcard ) petrov, bent, agbonlahor, everton : howard, baines, heitinga, neville, daffy, gibson,(84.bilyaletdinov ) drenthe,(61.anichebe ) cahill, fellaini,(35.yellowcard ) donovan, saha,(88,stracqualursi ) blackburn 3-1 fulham pedersen,45+1, dunn,46 formica,79 duff,56 blackburn : robinson, olsson, hanley, givet, dunn,(69.formica) pedersen,(75.yellowcard ) petrovic,(29.goodwillie) nzonzi, lowe, hoilett, yakubu,(23,redcard) fulham : stockdale, kelly, ja,riise,(73.johnson ) hangeland, senderos,(87.yellowcard ) murphy, duff, dempsey, ruiz, zamora, dembele,(36.frei) マンチェスターユナイテッドにスコールズが戻ってきました、苦しい台所といえますが、だましだまし、それでも結果出すという所が安定したチームと言えます、面白いことに、ブラックバーンキーン、なんか吹っ切れた選手たち盛り返してます、どうなりますかね？ プレミアリーグ見てて、最近、チームのスカウティング能力が上がってます、分析が、ほとんど試合プランどうりに進んでいて、対策が、ある時間ではまります、その先は能力となるのですが、そこを伸ばし、プラスアルファを引き出す事、選手、なんでもいい何かを見つけてやらなければ、試合は単調なものになります、より引き出し、思考、選手に要求されます、昨日、ランパードを見ていて、中盤での、ランパードからのプレーを潰す意図を持って、配置され、組織的に動いていました、特定の選手の分析も進化しているし、みなが、研究してるのです、チェルシーのに勢いが感じないのは、この停滞感、撃ち抜くようなパス、勢いを出すプレーの、トライが打開策なら、その回数が少ない、安全にやりたがる、動きがなくなる、まずは悪循環の時間を少なくすることです、もっとボールを速く動かす、キックの質が非常に悪く、リズム感がぜんぜん出てきません、やってる選手が一番分かってると思います
- ハイネケンカップ6 #5
クレルモン・オーヴェルニュ(フランス) -asm clermont auvergne(france)- アルスター(アイルランド) -ulster(ireland)-
ln spite of the charm of my teacher, the old blind man i met the day of my arrival, i have decided to move on to inishmaan, where gaelic is more generally used, and the life is perhaps the most primitive that is left in europe. i spent all this last day with my blind guide, looking at the antiquities that abound in the west or north-west of the island. as we set out i noticed among the groups of girls who smiled at our fellowship--old mourteen says we are like the cuckoo with its pipit--a beautiful oval face with the singularly spiritual expression that is so marked in one type of the west ireland women. later in the day, as the old man talked continually of the fairies and the women they have taken, it seemed that there was a possible link between the wild mythology that is accepted on the islands and the strange beauty of the women. at midday we rested near the ruins of a house, and two beautiful boys came up and sat near us. old mourteen asked them why the house was in ruins, and who had lived in it. 'a rich farmer built it a while since,' they said, 'but after two years he was driven away by the fairy host.' the boys came on with us some distance to the north to visit one of the ancient beehive dwellings that is still in perfect preservation. when we crawled in on our hands and knees, and stood up in the gloom of the interior, old mourteen took a freak of earthly humour and began telling what he would have done if he could have come in there when he was a young man and a young girl along with him. then he sat down in the middle of the floor and began to recite old irish poetry, with an exquisite purity of intonation that brought tears to my eyes though i understood but little of the meaning. on our way home he gave me the catholic theory of the fairies. when lucifer saw himself in the glass he thought himself equal with god. then the lord threw him out of heaven, and all the angels that belonged to him. while he was 'chucking them out,' an archangel asked him to spare some of them, and those that were falling are in the air still, and have power to wreck ships, and to work evil in the world. from this he wandered off into tedious matters of theology, and repeated many long prayers and sermons in irish that he had heard from the priests. a little further on we came to a slated house, and i asked him who was living in it. 'a kind of a schoolmistress,' he said; then his old face puckered with a gleam of pagan malice. 'ah, master,' he said, 'wouldn't it be fine to be in there, and to be kissing her?' a couple of miles from this village we turned aside to look at an old ruined church of the ceathair aluinn (the four beautiful persons), and a holy well near it that is famous for cures of blindness and epilepsy. as we sat near the well a very old man came up from a cottage near the road, and told me how it had become famous. 'a woman of sligo had a son who was born blind, and one night she dreamed that she saw an island with a blessed well in it that could cure her son. she told her dream in the morning, and an old man said it was of aran she was after dreaming. 'she brought her son down by the coast of galway, and came out in a curagh, and landed below where you see a bit of a cove. 'she walked up then to the house of my father--god rest his soul--and she told them what she was looking for. 'my father said that there was a well like what she had dreamed of, and that he would send a boy along with her to show her the way. there's no need, at all, said she; haven't i seen it all in my dream? 'then she went out with the child and walked up to this well, and she kneeled down and began saying her prayers. then she put her hand out for the water, and put it on his eyes, and the moment it touched him he called out: o mother, look at the pretty flowers! after that mourteen described the feats of poteen drinking and fighting that he did in his youth, and went on to talk of diarmid, who was the strongest man after samson, and of one of the beds of diarmid and grainne, which is on the east of the island. he says that diarmid was killed by the druids, who put a burning shirt on him,--a fragment of mythology that may connect diarmid with the legend of hercules, if it is not due to the 'learning' in some hedge-school master's ballad. then we talked about inishmaan. 'you'll have an old man to talk with you over there,' he said, 'and tell you stories of the fairies, but he's walking about with two sticks under him this ten year. did ever you hear what it is goes on four legs when it is young, and on two legs after that, and on three legs when it does be old?' i gave him the answer. 'ah, master,' he said, 'you're a cute one, and the blessing of god be on you. well, i'm on three legs this minute, but the old man beyond is back on four; i don't know if i'm better than the way he is; he's got his sight and i'm only an old dark man.'