Jens Lehmann preceded David James as my favourite. He’s retired.  He’s 40 and was selected for three world cups.  Last time, he won 3rd on his home turf (I think that beats losing at home to be 2nd…)


I’ve been schooled

May 15, 2010

“A penalty kick (or penalty) is a type of free kick in association football, taken from twelve yards (approximately eleven metres) out from goal and with only the goalkeeper of the defending team between the penalty taker and the goal.

Penalty kicks are performed during normal play. Similar kicks are made in a penalty shootout in some tournaments to determine who progresses after a drawn match; though similar in procedure, these are technically not penalty kicks and are governed by slightly different rules.

In practice, penalties are converted to goals more often than not, even against world class goalkeepers. This means that penalty awards are often decisive, especially in low-scoring games.” (1)

free kick is used to restart play in several codes of football:

“An indirect free kick is a method of restarting play in a game of association football. Unlike a direct free kick, a goal may not be scored directly from the kick. The law was derived from the Sheffield Rules that stated that no goal could be scored from a free kick. This law was absorbed into the Laws of the Game in 1877 and later adapted to allow direct free kicks as a result of dangerous play.” (3)

“A direct free kick is a method of restarting play in a game of association football following a foul. Unlike an indirect free kick, a goal may be scored directly against the opposing side without the ball having first touched another player.”(4)


(1)    Wikipedia “Penalty Kick” accessed May 15, 2010.

(2)    Wikipedia “Free Kick” accessed May 15, 2010.

(3)    Wikipedia “Indirect Free Kick” accessed May 15, 2010.

(4)    Wikipedia “Direct Free Kick” accessed May 15, 2010.

Sunny Saturday. A special sunny Saturday in Winnipeg today – it’s give your shit away day today!  We have this every day in the North End; where you put your random unwanted items on the front boulevard with the hopes that by Sunday night someone will claim it as their own. As I was biking down neighborhood streets, there were a few near scores – Oooh, an Eames Chair?! Nope – just a piece of junk likely pilfered from nearby Luxton School.  A wagon! Yup.  But missing a wheel. Near scores. Almosts.  Like all those hit posts and over the nets that kept Chelsea at no score over Porstmouth most of today’s FA Final.

I don’t follow soccer. I pick it up for four weeks every four years, hang on lightly for another couple months, then it fades away till the next World Cup.  My picks are based on something, but rarely anything important or meaningful. A few years ago (well, 4 years ago, after my Ukraine played some nice games in 2006 in Germany) I latched on to Andriy Shevchenko as a fave.  With his move to Chelsea in two thousand something, I picked up vague interest in Chelsea. Seems Shevy’s back in the homeland with Dynamo Kiev, so my lack of support for his former team was just fine. Maybe he put a pox upon them or something, as they just couldn’t get the ball into the net. They had many chances against lucky Portsmouth, but like an A roll of bloopers, they hit post after post – it became so comical goalie Someone James was even laughing at his luck. The only goal was a beaut – though on a penalty kick – with some air, some curve, and perfect placement an inch from James’ hand just inside the net.

The FA cup was a nice warm up for my World Cup extravaganza. It takes me a long time of staring at the screen to begin to follow what’s actually going on on the pitch. It was at the 75 minute mark today when I managed to reign in my attention and open my eyes enough to see how outplayed Portsmouth was. They stayed in the game though, thanks to that David James. Seems he’ll be on Team England this June.  Hopefully by then I’ll have the ability to watch the game without my mind wandering so I can catch him and his team fend off evil and do bicycle kicks and avoid cards and stuff.