segunda-feira, 10 de setembro de 2007

O primeiro milho...

Em homenagem ao Fulacunda e aos outros do bairro que jogavam râguebi (pelo menos um dos meus irmãos). Desculpem isto estar em estrangeiro (e não vou fazer disto um hábito), mas este artigo é muito elogioso sobre o esforço dos nossos rapazes e até nos dá o melhor momento do jogo. A despropósito, lembro-me que a primeira vez que me dei conta que estávamos a envelhecer foi quando os jogadores de futebol passaram a ser mais novos que nós.

"Scotland gain patchy win. Rob Dewey struggles through
Scotland managed to gain all five points from their first Pool C match against World Cup debutantes Portugal on Sunday, in a 56-10 win. Those who expected Portugal to wilt under the pressure of a side with significantly more World Cup experience than them were sorely mistaken.

Right from the anthems the signs pointed to a rousing display, full of courage and passion from the Portuguese.
Os Lobos positively belted their anthem out, while Scotland went about theirs in an altogether more sombre manner. That was reflected in the way they played for large periods. They did eventually run away with the game, but the performance will be of concern to coach Frank Hadden.
The early stages of this intriguing affair were dominated by Scotland, but too many basic errors cost them dear. Many expected the floodgates to open early, but despite an early brace of neatly taken tries from the impressive Rory Lamont, Scotland found the going tough.
The opening try demonstrated Lamont's power, while his second was a show of his pace, having fended off the last defender to race away. Both tries were converted and it seemed Scotland would kick on and rack up an impressive score. But Portugal had other ideas, despite a third Scots try, from hooker Scott Lawson after a clever cross field kick by Dan Parks.
With the majority of the crowd firmly behind Portugal they were brought to life with the most popular score of the evening. The crafty Duarte Cardoso Pinto, who impressed throughout, was able to free his arms in contact to find Pedro Carvalho who somehow squeezed his way over. The joy of the Portugal players was unbridled and the score was no less than they deserved.
Conceding a try straight from the re-start showed the frailty of this Portuguese side, Rob Dewey the benefactor, and again all signs pointed to Scotland finally getting into their stride. But again, back came the plucky Portuguese, and again they were rewarded again for their efforts. With Jason White being a little over eager to break from a defensive scrum he afforded Pinto another shot at goal. Again the little fly-half slotted the points.
A series of penalties, four in as many minutes, from Portugal resulted in a yellow card for João Uva as referee Steve Walsh finally lost patience.. The fact they did not concede a single point whilst a man down is a testament to their spirit, although some of the rugby played by Scotland in the same period was truly woeful.
Looking more relaxed with the ball in hand, and making their first time tackles count, Portugal frustrated Scotland for close to twenty second-half minutes. Yet, as expected, their legs began to tire, and Scotland found the going somewhat easier as they added four tries in the closing quarter.
But Portugal were not without their chances during this period, the most notable wasted by Carvalho, who dropped the ball with a three-man overlap begging. As it was they would fail to trouble the scorers again, not for the want of trying.
What will have pleased Tomás Morais is that his side did not simply gift Scotland tries. Each and every second-half try was a result of concerted pressure, with the Portuguese back row prominent in defence, and captain Vasco Uva playing the game of his life.
If Scotland harbour serious quarter final ambitions they will need to play with more structure and less wild abandon than they did here. Too often they tried to force the issue, not to mention failing to execute the basics of passing. On several occasions they lost all momentum in their attacks through poor passing as players had to check their runs to take passes behind them.
Having played two warm-up games and spent the last three months together as a squad there is no excuse for such rudimentary errors. Credit must go to the manner in which Portugal hounded the Scots; their defence was tenacious, if what a little scrappy at times.
For Scotland the main objective was achieved, a bonus point victory, but they will leave for Edinburgh with much to ponder. Portugal on the other hand emerge from a gruelling encounter with much credit and more than a few admirers of their passionate style.
Man of the match: Whilst Rory Lamont impressed with a two-try performance this award goes to Portugal. Despite a heavy defeat in their World Cup debut they had several star performers. The best of them was captain Vasco Uva, who never stopped working in both attack and defence and was the epitome of the manner in which Portugal approached this game. A superb display which inspired his team mates to follow suit.
Moment of the match: Call us sentimental but it has to be Carvalho's try, the first ever by Portugal in Rugby World Cup history, and a much deserved one at that.
Villain of the match: Nothing out of sorts from anybody, a good clean game."

11 comentários:

Fulacunda disse...

Timor, bravo!!! vou já link ... vou já dizer a um amigo meu para linkar.

Enquanto desportista aposentado, em fase de poltrona portanto, não me lembro de alguma vez me ter emocionado tanto como neste jogo. Agrada-me poder ver entregue ao rugby este verdadeiro momento de jubilo desportista, neste verdadeiro espirito em que mais do que as vitórias finais, importam os limites de cada um. Tanto que haveria a aprender com isto no desporto ( e não só) que o futebol, voraz, já matou.

Quanto à homenagem, que recuso aceitar por cheirar a velho e póstumo (sei sim, sei bem que não é essa a ideia, ainda assim), aplico-lhe um belo 'drop', com o lado de fora da bota, até ela cair nos braços dos dois praticantes lá de casa, cada um deles valendo mais do dobro do jogador que eu alguma vez fui!

Quanto a nós pá, toma lá um abraço oh timor, (e um beijo pela surra)

benguela disse...

Bravo, Timor!!! (o Fula antecipou-se mas isso não me interessa)

Fizemos uma estreia fantástica… e como já alguém escreveu por aí “Quando as Amélias que jogaram com a Polónia quiserem saber o que significa entrega e amor à camisola só têm que ver muitas vezes o jogo de hoje da selecção portuguesa de rugby contra a Escócia.”

Mas também não é costume os ingleses malharem e gozarem com os escoceses? Vi o jogo com o gajo da “vespa estúpida” (em tempos fora asinha esquerda no S. Miguel) e comentávamos precisamente isso, os bifes amanhã vão dar na tola dos escoceses por não terem ganho no mínimo 70 a zero.

Fulacunda disse...

Uns post's atrás vi anunciar que comentários impróprios seriam inapelavelmente eliminados, creio que pelo Beira. Daí que ao mesmo lance agora apelo sobre o comentário de cima, absolutamente inaceitavel, e sobre o qual desde já me justifico.

1º) plagiou-me
2º) põe em causa o mérito português aludindo às raivinhas lá entre as rosas, os tudor e o raio que os parta
3º) fala da asa esquerda do s-miguel e omite, propositadamente, a gloriosa asa direita do CDUL, clube este que aliás foi uma vez campeão nacional de juvenis e duas em juniores pelo menos enquanto por lá andei (depois saí e dizem que aquilo descambou, naturalmente)

saudações desportivas ao s.miguelista verde e um piparote ao benguela

bafatá disse...

Mau !!!! E o Técnico ?????
Quanto ao jogo, não pude ver mas..... li e reli a crónica.

Força Lobos, o pessoal dos Olivais dá uma forcinha !!

Plagiei alguém ??

Fulacunda disse...

Mais ou menos. Mas como aludiste ao clube onde treinam os meus filhos ...
... ahhh, é verdade pá, oh bafatá, então tu não te lembras de jogar contra mim??!!
ena, as coisas que um gajo se lembra ao comentar um blog (a vida é mesmo muito comprida)

bafatá disse...

No CDUL? May be ...
! E São Miguelista... verde? Cruzes, lagarto? Não chega um desvio raguebista em criança ?

benguela disse...

Fula,

1º - Passarinho na muda não canta.

2º - Passarinho sem alpiste não canta.

3º - Passarinhos e pardais, todos querem ser iguais.

Fulacunda disse...

ai muda muda, mesmo o alpinista, quais pardais?

benguela disse...

Passarinho que anda com morcego amanhece de cabeça para baixo.

bafatá disse...

benguela e fula: Foram de novo ao pote dos alucinogénios ???

Anónimo disse...

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