For those of you lost after reading that mouthful of a title, it simply translates to ‘A Time to Make Friends’ which was the theme for the 2006 FIFA World Cup held in Germany. Unlike the 1998 and 2002 editions, I wasn’t quite as lucky to watch as many matches. Being at a boarding high school with its stringent rules sure did cost me a great deal on that front. Anyway, here’s an overview of the few matches of this tournament that I managed to catch.
Group Stage
You’ll notice I’ve kind of lumped matches from the eight groups together here. Well, that’s basically because there are just so damn few of them. The opening game, the hosts Germany against Costa Rica was on a Friday evening and coincided with our prep time. I remember leaving my dormitory for said prep, a bit late and on the highway being apprehended by one prefect Jomo (what a douche!) and had to do the usual on-the-spot punishment (12 push ups). While I was at it I somehow managed to ask him about the scores (he had a radio with him, so why not?). Surprisingly he didn’t baulk at this seemingly outrageous request but duly told me Germany were 1-0 up, thanks to Miroslav Klose. Of course that wasn’t entirely accurate as that goal, and indeed the very first of the 2006 World Cup was scored by current Germany captain, Philipp Lahm. Anyway, the game itself was a six-goal thriller won 4-2 by the Germans and we only got a feel the next day as we watched the highlights.
Next, I would watch England, without the injured Wayne Rooney but still boasting a formidable line up grind out a 1-0 win over Paraguay, thanks to Carlos Gamarra own goal. After that the Three Lions booked passage to the next phase with a more commanding 2-0 win over Trinidad and Tobago. They had to be patient though, as the goals came late in the match courtesy of Peter Crouch and Steven Gerrard. It’s a pity though that I missed the most exciting match of this group, a 2-2 draw between England and Sweden, highlighted by that exquisitely struck Joe Cole belter of a goal.
Group C having Argentina, The Netherlands, Ivory Coast and Serbia & Montenegro was dubbed the Group of Death and rightly so. In the opener, a star-studded Argentina raced to a 2-0 first half lead thanks to the strike-duo of Hernan Crespo and Javier Saviola. The Elephants though weren’t going down without a fight and managed to pull one back through Didier Drogba. Argentina further underlined their reputation as serious title contenders in their second game against the Serbs, running riot 6-0 and in the process scoring one of the best World Cup team goals of all time, Esteban Cambiasso finishing off a flowing move of well over 20 passes. Also on the scoresheet were Maxi Rodriguez with a brace, Crespo, Carlos Tevez and Lionel Messi, scoring the sixth goal of the match, his only ever World Cup goal. The image of Diego Maradona in the Gelsenkirchen stands, shirtless and going crazy at each goal scored is still etched in my mind. Next was a must win for both Holland and the Ivorians and it too lived to expectations with the Dutch stunning their opponents with two quick fire early goals, a scorcher from a Robin van Persie free kick and one from Ruud van Nistelrooy. Again the Ivoirians would fight back, but despite that solo goal from Bakari Kone, it would still be too little, too late. Despite registering their maiden World Cup win, a 3-2 triumph over the Serbs, the West Africans crashed out.
Then the other debutants, Angola would put up a spirited fight against their former colonial masters Portugal and still lose 1-0 to a Pauleta goal. The match was gut-wrenching as for all their nice build up and tactical awareness; the Palancas Negras just couldn’t find that elusive goal. Ghana though, would stem the tide of African teams being overwhelmed, and I duly caught them on tv as they pulled off one of their best performances in history to beat the then ranked 2nd in the world, Czech Republic 2-0, with goals from Asamoah Gyan and Sulley Muntari. On the same night, Italy v USA was on and despite my sleep trying to get the better of me, was there to watch it end 1-1, as the Americans finished with 9 men after Eddie Pope and Pablo Mastroeni were sent off. The Azzurri too lost Danielle De Rossi to the same fate. Alberto Gilardino gave Italy the lead, which was pegged back almost immediately by an own goal by Christian Zaccardo. That would happen to be the only goal Italy would concede from open play in the entire tournament.
I did not watch any match from Group G, though not everything passed me by, thanks to match highlights. That celebration by the Togolese players after Mohamed Kader Coubadja scored their first ever World Cup goal in the 2-1 defeat to South Korea still has me in tears. Hilarious stuff. The only match of Group H that I ‘watched’ was Spain v Ukraine. Ok, I actually didn’t watch it, but followed it on radio as the Spaniards tore apart Ukraine 4-0, thanks to goals from Xabi Alonso, Fernando Torres and a David Villa brace.
Second Round
At least in this round I saw relatively more action, starting off with Germany, and Lukas Podolski to be precise, blitzing past Sweden in a dizzying 12-minute spell at the start of the match, 2-0. The Scandinavians would never recover and Germany, buoyed by a vocal Allianz Arena home crowd saw off the rest of the match to proceed on to the next stage.
Later that day, we were all packed in the Ngala-Gikubu Recreation Room to witness the eagerly anticipated Latino clash between Argentina and Mexico. With everyone virtually rooting for the Albiceleste, there was utter dismay (joy for me though) when Rafael Marquez gave the Mexicans and early lead but less than five minutes later Hernan Crespo would get the equalizer that put the match on a knife-edge. With neither side finding the breakthrough in regulation time, we had to stretch our bed times (illegally too) as it went into Extra Time. In the 98th minute, Argentina’s talisman for the tournament, Maxi Rodriguez stepped up, chested the ball and unleashed a cannon that flew past Oswaldo Sanchez in the El Tri goal that for me was the best goal of Germany 2006.
England v Ecuador wasn’t much to write home about, as the unconvincing English were bailed out by a trademark David Beckham free kick at the hour mark to knock out the spirited South Americans.
The match of the tournament, possibly, was Portugal against the Netherlands, for the wrong reasons, I must add. I mean, what do you say when it is the referee who actually grabs the headlines? In that hot tempered encounter, Russian ref Valentin Ivanov flashed out a record 16 yellow cards and sent off four players; Costinha and Deco for Portugal; and Khalid Boulahrouz and Giovanni van Bronckhorst for the Dutch. The outcome though was decided midway in the first period, as Maniche scored for the Iberians. It has now come to be known as the Battle of Nuremberg, by the way.
I did miss the rest of the Second Round matches; that dubious penalty deep into stoppage time converted by Francesco Totti that cruelly sent out Australia, the stalemate between Switzerland and Ukraine which the latter won 3-0 on penalties. Yes, the Swiss did not convert any of their penalties as Marco Streller, Tranquillo Barnetta and Ricardo Cabanas were all found wanting. The Swiss also ended the tournament without conceding a goal, both in the tourney proper and the qualifiers. What ill luck! Also missed was Brazil Samba-waltzing past Ghana 3-0, with Ronaldo scoring his 15th World Cup goal, making him the tournament’s all time top goalscorer. But really, the match that I constantly kick myself for not watching was Spain v France. France came from a goal down to win 3-1 in a game that Zinedine Zidane literally ran the show. It was also Franck Ribery’s coming out party, getting the equalizer and presenting himself to the world. Damn it!
Quarter Finals
Watched 2 out of 4, which wasn’t that bad, I guess. For England v Portugal, on a Saturday afternoon the recreation room was packed (to the rafters, if I may) with England enjoying majority of the support (Ha!). I was not really pro-Portugal, just wanted England to lose. The game itself was attritional, none wanting to give an inch and should probably be seen as an exhibition of defensive nous. It saddened me to see Beckham limp off with an injury (always been a massive fan of Becks) but that was soon turned into bliss as Wayne Rooney got sent off, with then Manchester United team mate Cristiano Ronaldo doing that unforgettable wink. Oh, lovely. The tie went to penalties, where England would characteristically capitulate, Frank Lampard, Steven Gerrard and Jamie Carragher all fluffing their kicks. Actually only Owen Hargreaves would convert, which wasn’t really odd, considering he was the least un-English of the squad (read his Canadian heritage, and his time in Germany). Ronaldo stepped up and buried the winner, not really doing much to appease the England fans after his wink.
Brazil v France, billed to be a classic, turned out to be another Zidane show as he pulled the strings whereas Brazil’s stars went anonymous. Personally it was disappointing to see this talented Brazilian side bow out so meekly, but hey, when Zizou’s at his best, he’s unstoppable. The dribbles, the kanzus, the assist…man, Zidane was high on something very celestial. Thierry Henry scored the only goal of the game, that being the only time ever that he had scored from a direct pass from Zidane. Incredible, huh?
Whenever I fail to watch a tournament game involving Germany, I die a little inside. Now their mighty clash with Argentina at the Olympiastadion was on a Friday night and as usual, there was prep. Though before we had settled in for the prep, I got wind of Roberto Ayala’s early goal and duly, my heart sank. Needless to say, I did not do any meaningful studying till at 2100h when prep ended. Off I dashed to the nearest dorm’s (Kirkley-Njonjo House) balcony where some friends were following it on radio. Miroslav Klose had equalized by then. When it went to the shootout, my confidence was restored as I knew Germany had never (and could never lose) lost a shootout. As Ayala and Cambiasso missed theirs, Oliver Neuville, Michael Ballack, Podolski and Tim Borowski all duly converted and bam! We were through and the world’s favourites were dumped out. It was a great night! The other quarter final match which went down under the radars was a 3-0 triumph for Italy over Ukraine, Luca Toni grabbing a brace with Gianluca Zambrotta also scoring.
Semi Finals
The two encounters were played during the week so chances of me watching were always going to be slim if not non-existent. To be honest, I’d very much want to forget in a hurry Germany’s dramatic Extra Time loss to Italy at the Westfallenstadion. I did catch a few minutes of the Portugal v France tie from the window of the Library’s Audio-Visual room (the struggle, I tell you). In fact, I got there just in time as Zidane buried home the match-winning penalty to send Les Bleus to yet another final. At half time, I went to sleep.
Third Place Play Off
This proved to be Bastian Schweinsteiger’s induction to the big stage stardom as he overshadowed everything and everyone, scoring twice (including a brilliant free kick) and having his effort at the hour mark turned in by Petit for an own goal to make it 3-0 to the hosts. Nuno Gomes pulled one back later on for Portugal, denying Oliver Kahn a clean sheet in his last match for his motherland. It wasn’t quite the match Germany hoped to be winning, but even for me as a Die NationalElf fan, Klinsi’s boys made me proud.
Final
Italy v France, for a chance to be crowned world champion, was all set. Their paths to Berlin’s Olympic Stadium drew stark parallels, with Italy having been effective and efficient, while France squeaking past the group stage only to find their grove in the knock out rounds. Someone at the school had had a moral epiphanyof sorts and a screen was installed at the Dining Hall for us thirsting for this match. Thank heavens!
I don’t know why, but my preference was for the Azzurri to win. When Florent Malouda fell in the area and France was awarded a penalty in the 6th minute, I thought that maybe the gods were bent on tearing up my script. Zidane converted, Panenka-ing Gianluigi Buffon, though he was lucky as the ball hit the underside of the bar and just about managed to cross the line. First blood, Les Bleus. Italy’s response didn’t take long as barely a quarter an hour later; Marco Materazzi pounded the net with a header from an Andrea Pirlo corner for the equalizer. From then on neither nation would fail to breach the other’s defence as the players grew fatigued and cramped. Patrick Vieira and Henry had to be subbed off due to physical issues. Then in Extra Time came possibly the century’s moment of madness. All we could see was that play was stopped and confusion ensued. Then Argentine referee Horacio Elizondo after conferring with the linesman flashed out a red card and next thing, the great Zinedine Zidane was trudging off past the trophy, head bowed into the tunnel. What had he done! Then finally tv replays showed Zidane walking away, then turning round and viciously head butting Materazzi. To say it was shocking is an understatement. To do that in his last ever football match? Well, Zizou’s after all Zizou’s from Marseille and they are temperamental like that.
Zidane loses his head, Materazzi loses his footing
With Vieira and Henry subbed off, Zidane sent off and the match hurtling to the lottery that is the shoot outs, you could see it in the face of the French fans that they had lost. Those three surely would be among their most trusted penalty takers but they would not be taking part. As it turned out, Pirlo, Materazzi, Danielle De Rossi, Alessandro Del Piero; Sylvain Wiltord, Eric Abidal and Willy Sagnol all converted their kicks. Who didn’t? The one who six years before had scored the Golden Goal that won France the Euros over Italy failed to convert. Yes, just like in the 2003 Champions League final, David Trezeguet missed. It was then left to the impressive left back Fabio Grosso to win it for the Azzurri…and he did! Italy were the Champions of the World. As captain Fabio Cannavarro lifted that trophy to the heavens, I think I was happy and thoroughly delighted.
Fabio Cannavarro lifts aloft the World Cup title.
So that was Germany 2006, a tournament I didn’t really enjoy as much as I would have liked thanks to school, but hey, that’s life. Hope you had a hell of a month though.