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Samuel Eto'o en Informe Robinson
Hace ahora un mes, el programa Informe Robinson de Canal+ hacía un gran reportaje a Samuel Eto'o en Milán. Quiero recuperarlo con motivo de la vuelta de Samuel al Camp Nou, que tuvo lugar ayer en partido de liguilla de Champions, en el que el Barça ganó por dos a cero al Inter de Milán. Me encanta el reportaje: más allá de que te guste o no el fútbol, seas del equipo que seas, creo que vale la pena verlo. El vídeo va en dos partes de unos diez minutos cada una.
Barcelona 2-0 Inter Milan: Repetition Compulsion
So where the hell has that been for three months?
I think we have the answer: just get rid of Messi, Ibrahimovic, Toure, Marquez...and play a bunch of flatliners. That was easier than Malaga... (And is there any conceivable reason left to watch a Serie A match? Seriously -- torture your cat, recycle your dead batteries, figure out the full lyrics to the Champions League anthem...anything else.)Nice: The first 25 minutes. The last five. The return of the perpetual motion machine. Xavi and Pedro buzzing around like wasps. Pedro, period. (Goodbye, Robinho.) Pique scoring. So many stolen passes, it was like pickpockets on the Ramblas. Not so nice: Pique's midriff. (Just not my type. Glad he doesn't score more often.) The little country-club polo collars on the Inter jerseys. The customary second-half relaxation. Excuse me now -- I have to research where to get Mourniho's overcoat.... (Image credit: Mc-Q/Flickr through a Creative Commons license)
singolarita dimensionale, part 13.5
the council of of ten sat down for the first time in several hundred years, each elder was responsible for one aspect of reality. each one knowing of the golden strands threat. "ah... asteroth, i see that three of your assistants are not present during.... no four now... i wonder what could have happened to them?" the grand overseer said without hesitation. "it is the golden strands my lord, theyve over taken my realm... i fear that not even the vigilante group who is currently fighting the threat of the golden strands will be enough to statiate the situation." asterroth said, his mind a buzz with the problems of his realm. "well, what do you suppose we can do? it seems that the pentulma have already taken steps towards giving them the help they required, although with their track record as of late... it would be in our best interest, and the interest of all those who have... survived the catastrophic events thus far, to seek our advice. talmos, do you have a bearing on where they are at the moment?"
telmos, a floating brain like thing with wires and snowglobed glued onto his front for no other reason then for decorative purposes hummed silently for a few minutes before speaking. "no. i do not." "you arent very helpful are you?" the brain floated away before jerkily coming back, thick black string penetrating out of one of his snowglobes. a new voice emerged from the flailing threads. "i do beleive we are in more trouble then i thought my brothers. my name is barney fife, and i am the puppet king." morgan and caasi had been waiting at the grey hole for several days when the creatures and resaec popped out of the portal of screaming shadows. "NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!" resaec said furiously to morgans amusement. "ITS CALLED THE PORTAL OF SCREAMING SHADOWS FOR A REASON JIM! YOU ARENT SUPPOSED TO COMFORT THEM!" now it was caasis turn to laugh. but her thoughts turned to another surprising thing. "wheres the inner beast?" she said simply. resaec huffed away at the cold air, turning his right hand over to notice that he had been infected by a spiderweb like patter of golden strands. 'how could this have happened? i need to tell mrogan and the others quickly if i am to... no... i wont burden this news to them as well.' he thought to himself sadly. the worried look on his face didnt get past caasi though. "resaec? whats wrong?" the overlord of the nightmare dimension simply turned his banck to her, hiding his hand as he did so. "othing is wrong iwth me that i cannot fix myself." morgan took no notice of this and simply looked towards the grey and psoke. "ok, were all here methusela... except for thei nner beast, but im sure shell outlast the golden strands. what the-" he was interrupted when a puppet on thick back threads slowly grew from the ground, it was in the image of thei nner beast. it shivvered every once in while, making a clattering noise as it did so. "dont worry, she is with the puppet king. i must go, my king is conversing with the council of ten. they will know what to do." the puppet then exploded, sending peices flying outwards, some landing in the grey hole itself. "ok... that was... NEVER MIND! every one here that out to be here?" there was a general agreement amongst everyone. "hold on... that puppet just now?" caasi said concerned about the inner beasts where abouts, "what did it say about the inner beast?" morgan gave her a weary look, his eyes told her all she needed to know. 'it said shes with the puppet king, not to worry, and that something about the council of ten.' caasi shrugged. "can we finally cross into the damned grey hole already? me and her have been waiting for what seems like forever now, and franly, even though it was fun, i really dont want to be eaten by the golden strands!" the creatures and resaec nodded slowly on that point. "ok, well cross over... hoefully we dont regret this." caasi was powerless to change their minds. she wanted to wait for the inner beast, but knew the others woldnt wait forever. "alright... i guess ill come along too." "good, because i owuldvej ust picked you up and carried you through the grey hole myself anyways." morgan said with out much thought. as they got nearer to the grey hole, they realized that it was a lot bigger then they originaly thought. "WHAT THEH ELL IS IT WITH EVERYTHING BEING SO FUCKING BIG!?" morgan shouted in aggrivation. "dunno, but were here at any rate." jim said non chalantly. caasi and resaec had been talking amongst themselves, and general became better aquianted with each other. resaec learned of all the adventures that she and morgan had been through, and caasi just learned the only thing about his castle, was that it was devoured by the golden strands. "yes.. that is theo nly thing new that has happened, that and this." he snapped his fingers, and two clones popped into existence, walking on either side of jim. "you just had to summon those things near me didnt you?" the creature said, slightly annoyed.
Primary project : Efsane Ol! Latest News
As some of you guys already know that I'm working on a browser based game project. It's name is Efsane Ol! (eng: become a legend). It's development stage finally finished. It's a project of mine.
It's a multi-lang football managership game for the soccer fun boys. It's the most detailed browser based soccer managership game ever. It's gui is easy to use. All visuals are unique. A premium online production.
First country will be Turkey for the game. Later on I'm thinking about Romania, Bulgaria, Germany, Mexico, Spain, Argentina and Brasil (and maybe Jordan). By the way I'm open for business enquiries about these countries. It's free to play and it has some premium products inside.There's 3 ad positions in the game but you can disable the ads for a month by purchasing "adless premium product".I modeled the business scheme for high traffic. It's much more effective if I can distribute the game to a huge crowd. So I decided to play together with a distributor for Turkish local. Nowadays I'm having coffees with TV channels, internet giants and telecom giants. Here's some of it's key features:- It has 5 leagues inside. I mean 5 levels. Every new register starts from the fifth and tries to become a legend in leagues one by one. Theres also prizes for the champ.
- It has premium features inside.
- It has limitless tactical strategy possibility inside.
- It has a strong, unique software. Works like a clock with true hardware.
- You can train your squad however you want.
- It has 17 base upgrade possibilities. You have to play tough to reach the top.
- It has a facemaker for users to create avatars with hundrets of possibilities.
Bilbao 1-1 Barcelona: Regression to the Mean
What Pep Guardiola started with his lineups out of a hat, H1N1 and thigh injuries are finishing. It looks like Ibra, Messi, Marquez, Abidal and Toure could be out of the Inter match next week. We got another taste yesterday of what the patchwork lineup can do -- all foreplay, no climax, except for that sexy thug Dani Alves. I've heard this is what 2006-07 was like. I didn't like my old job much back then, and I'm not liking this.
The Times has a nicely-documented piece today about how baseball champions (like the 2009 Yankees) regress to the mean if they don't take a cold look at their age and their overachievers and move to replace the old and the one-offers. It's clear that not doing renovations is fatal: For those champions that turned over 25% of their roster or less, the average increase in losses from championship season to next was eight. For those that turned over more than 1 in 4 players, the average regression was less than 0.5 losses. I don't know how closely this might apply to soccer. It's arguable that Pep should have turned over more of Barca's squad, not less. He was ruthless about Sylvhino and Caceres, and Ibrahimovic has been far more of a complete player than Eto'o; but Maxwell and Chygrinsky have been frightening. Cock your head a bit, and you can now see that Henry's year was probably the last garden party in the sunset of a career; that Messi would regress a bit to the mean; that Puyol would slow a bit. You might have made a case to get rid of Henry, Puyol, maybe not sign Toure to an extension; push harder on Fabregas. Instead of turning over the roster, though, Guardiola keeps turning over the lineup, which is not exactly the same thing, especially when you're playing Messi as a false 9. Swine flu is one thing; not knowing how to play together three months into the season is another. It's starting to look a little like Liverpool of last year -- lots of ties, lots of wins, few losses, much disappointment.(Image credit: boldorak2208/Flickr through a Creative Commons license.)
UVa is making it look easy today
Six munutes to go in the first half - UVa 4, Bucknell 0. I love having such high-level soccer in Charlottesville.
Soccer Line of the Year
"He's running like he's got 1,000 crickets in his pants." -- Ray Hudson on Lionel Messi.
(Only Ray knows how did the crickets got from singing Messi's praises from the trees to inside his pants...)Football Refereeing and the Remainder of Thierry Henry
It's de rigueur to say that Thierry Henry's reputation -- as a sleek, sweet, sophisticated sportsman who floated somewhere slightly above mere mortaldom -- is in permanent tatters after his double handball against Ireland. (It's in fact de rigueur to reach for French phrases to describe Henry's crime.) Some now argue he never fully deserved the adulation, as the Guardian's Richard Williams seems to imply ("Henry was a hopeless captain at Arsenal and he is a hopeless captain of France"). Easier still is positing that such a knightly mein was impossible to live up to all along. (I grew up watching Robin Yount, who played 21 years without a dent in his persona, living in a modest rambler about a mile from my parents for that entire time in Milwaukee -- in retrospect this all seems miraculous). Certainly, Henry should have called a foul on himself instead of running off to celebrate -- there is rare precedent, as Williams points out. He is deservedly a leper in the football world, outside of the odd defense by Roy Keane. It will be interesting to see how Barcelona -- the city, the fans -- react to him now, some of the only fans in the world who deify beautiful losing (and fetishize justice) over winning at all costs.
What's really interesting to me, though, is that these five seconds seem to have destroyed Henry as Henry. One can hardly think of him now -- can hardly imagine him at all. He was all about high style, and this incident was a felony against that style, and it is now as if he is a word in the dictionary without a definition. It is the precise opposite of Maradona, for whom the Hand of God seemed retrospectively (and growingly retrospectively) in character. It is difficult to think about taking any pleasure in watching him slidestep his defender to sleep down the touchline before striking like a cobra, impossible to imagine chuckling at that outstretched hand gesture (so very French) he makes when he's been wronged by a non-call. What remains of Thierry Henry now? He will slink off to New York now, kind of like a louche comedian settling in for a years-long run in Branson, instead of coming in as a savior and a king. The worst part is that none of this now seems like a tragedy -- as if he doesn't even deserve that far a fall. One other thing in the wake of l'affaire Henry: Yes, the game needs replay, but why isn't anyone talking about how structurally bad football referreeing is? How you can't possibly police a game with 22 players with only four officials -- only three of whom are on or near the pitch? I've only been watching this game intently for a year now, but it is clearly the worst-officiated major sport in the world, obviously too big and fast for all but a handful of the people who watch over it. Instead, football culture romanticizes bad calls -- they become more legendary than players or teams. (Image credit: atomicShed/Flickr through a Creative Commons license.)singolarita dimensionale, part 13.4
barney fife extended a hand out to the inner beast, who was back in control temporarily. "whats happening to me?" she asked to barney, who knew the pain of rebirth. "from what i have learned in my time with the great mouth, ifghting the creature, and some time with morgan, howeverl ittle that might be, it seems that you and sarah are starting the seperating process." the inner beast looked panicked, the right eye looking aorund franticaly while sarahs left eye and part of her cheek and forehead simply stared stright ahead. "what can i do!? YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!" she panicked she she clawed at her metal skin, with little effect. the peices she tore of only slipped back onto her body like watter through her fingers. barney fife looked sadly upon the inner beasts predicament and sighed. "the only thing i can do at this moment, is take you back to the creatures themselves. they have had this experience when they were the single beast."
the inner beasts right eye became clear and revealed sarah right eye, who had now taken control. "you mean to tell us, that the only way we can do this is with the help of the one guy not here at the moment?" the inner beast took control as grnuals of her body began slipping off her person and forming a cloud four feet above her. "yes. now hurry, we havent much time." barney fife was about to open a portal when a single pentulma appeared before him in a puff of cherry scented smoke. "i have decided to give you a new title, befitting your current power level. this caught barney off gaurd as he questioned whether or not this was actually the time to do this. "i dont mean to rush, but we have a situation h-" "i am well aware of the situation at hand, the human and heri nner beast are in the process of seperating, just like thel ost wolf did those many centuries ago." morgan and caasi were laying next to each other under neath a thick blanket of fog graciously given by the grey hole. "what do you think lays beyond the grey hole morgan?" caasi asked worried at what they might find on the other side. "dunno, but whatever it is, i do know this, we need to have all our allies gathered. remember that there is strength in numbers." caasi seemed agitated by morgans lazy view on things. "what do you mean!? we have a chance to get away from resaec flaoting, literally fourteen feet away, and youre just oging to wait for him!?" morgan nodded slowly as he got up to stretch, his clothing appearing on his person as if they had never been taken off. "yes caasi, that is exactly what im saying. you know what he is, and the fact that he doesnt die should be enough to tell you he is a valuable ally at this point. besides... weve killed him over three hundred different times.... and the fucker still wont die. hesl ike a cockroach, they are fucking invicible! so why wouldnt we want him on our side?" caasi saw the logic in this, but she knew what he was like. "well, what if i odnt want him to go with us?" she asked pointedly. "then.... tough... remember, im in charge here, so-" "WHOS IN CHARGE!?" caasi asked angrily, shooting straight up and waving a finger in her husbands face. "i am. like it or not, we may be married but it has been my strength-" "YOUR strength is how you almost ended up dying five times in a row? remember resaec nearly killed you? it was only because you had that doem and the beast that saved your ass! not once have i ever seen you win a fight with out using some help morgan, not once!" morgan saw her point, but stood by his. "we may be married, but ive still managed to rescue you from certain death on a number of occasions. in and outside of the dream and nightmare dimensions. so stop trying to get on my case. i know what im talking about. besides, it seems as though we have another ally with us now wether we like it or not." caasi was hurt and angry. "well i dont have to like it." morgan nodded his head and focused inwardly. 'reason, i need you to do a round up mission, get all our allies here in a weeks time, it should be easy locating jim, jon, chris and resaec plus thei nner beast, so hop to it.' morgan felt a little bit of anger towards him. 'i dont know if youve realized this or not morgan, but we still have to get twilight taken care of, the fuckers still floating aorund your mind. apparently those things we fought, werent him, they were ismply copies. i have a feeling that theyve been in there holding place this whole time.' morgan wanted things odne fast. they didnt have a lot of time before the golden strads would collapse everything together. 'dont give me that reason, i need our allies here or things are gonna get a lot tighter around here then we would both like them to be. now skiddadle or ill make you skiddadle.' reason grumbled something about making him skiddadle but obeyed none the less. reason stepped out of morgan with erde and then dissapeared in a puff of cerry scented smoke, its puffs covered in a lsight tinge of gold webbing. "not good. the infections spreading fast." the creatures each felt ap ulling sensation in the back of their minds that they each knew perfectly well. "um, resaec? we have to get back to morgan, reasons calling us." the overlord of the nightmare dimension agreed. "well, if wem ust, then i suppose we dont have a choice... dying is such a painful process anyways. lead the way." with a snap of his fingers, and much to the creatures delight, the clones melted back into the ground. "we dont have to walk all that way you know." with a snap of his fingers, resaec opened a portal. "which way again? its easier to know the direction."
