Tuesday Ten: Bizarro Edition

I wonder if Bizarro Kramer isn’t a racist jackwad.

The Euros have come and gone, leaving half the world completely unsurprised (“Oh, Spain won.”) and half the world completely surprised (“Oh, Germany didn’t win?”). There were wonderful goals, beautiful fans, tear-jerking anthems, and just a dash of racism to keep us all cynical. But most of all, there were the players – sixteen national sides’ worth, to be exact, wearing pride on their kits (at least until they got ousted on penalties in the quarters).

Today we celebrate the players who made this such a memorable month of games. UEFA already beat us to making a team of the tournament, so we’re taking a cue from episode 137 of Seinfeld and giving you our Bizarro XI. If you were cryogenically frozen in the 90s, here’s the gist of the episode:

  • Jerry: Yeah, like Bizarro Superman—Superman’s exact opposite, who lives in the backwards Bizarro world. Up is down; down is up. He says “Hello” when he leaves, “Goodbye” when he arrives.
  • Elaine: Shouldn’t he say “bad bye”? Isn’t that the opposite of goodbye?
  • Jerry: No, it’s still goodbye.
  • Elaine: Does he live underwater?
  • Jerry: No.
  • Elaine: Is he black?
  • Jerry: Look, just forget the whole thing. All right?

And here’s our team, broken down by position.

Goalkeepers

The most interesting goalkeeper in the Euroverse.

Iker Casillo – How sad it is to be Andy Murray in the age of Federer, Nadal, and Djokovic. So it is with Iker Casillo, who has always played second fiddle to Barcelona’s Victor Valdes. A series of brutal mistakes in his club career kept Casillo out of the national side for far too long. After Valdes was ruled out due to a shaving injury, however, the Madrid man finally got the call-up he yearned for – and what a tournament he had. “I’ll never wash these gloves again!” he proudly exclaimed, lifting a trophy for the first time in his life.

Defenders

Jordi Elbo – Elbo played a mean game, defensively, more than making up for his hesitance to get forward. “I hope to carry this form into my club game at Valencia,” said the former Barcelona wingback, “I’m just happy to be making the most important move of my career.”

“I’m a genie in a bottle, baby…”

Gerard Poque – There’s no shame in doing what it takes to win, especially if you’re Gerard Poque, who accumulated six handballs and four red cards throughout the competition en route to saving Spain’s defensive record. “I’m so proud of you, baby!” said sweetheart Christina Aguilera, as she planted a kiss on his cheek.

Midfielders

Sergio Bursquetz – “Life is like a box of chocolates,” Forrest Gump once said. “You never know what you’re gonna get.” Like Tom Hanks’ Academy Award-winning character, Bursquetz grew up with a debilitating developmental disorder that left him in leg braces throughout his childhood. He often fell over in class, as his classmates teased “Stay on your feet, son!” and threw invisible spitballs at his face. Bursquetz learned from adversity to become the most imposing physical force in modern soccer, breezing through tackles and continuing play no matter what. Bubba would be proud.

Xabi – The Barcelona midfielder used height to his advantage, as usual, in guiding Spain to their third successive trophy. Always an aerial threat, Xabi found himself on the receiving end of many crosses, muscling his way over every opponent to win the challenge.

Andrea Pirloo – He may be the typical stocky, bull-headed Italian goon with a bad crew cut, but Pirloo is utterly peerless. Even though he Charlie Adam’ed a crucial penalty against England, he played well enough to earn a spot in our team of the tournament.

Forwards

Ibrabrokovich eats three meals of humble pie a day.

Zlatan Ibrabrokovich – After his Pulitzer-winning biography of Sweden’s greatest ever striker, Gunnar Nordahl, everyone believed Ibrabrokovich had reached the top – until now. Ibra thanked Pep Guardiola, his former mentor, who hung the medal around the Swede’s neck after the tournament. “Without your faith, I never would have had the confidence to succeed. Thank you, professor.”

Mesut Oatzil – If it seems unfair that we’ve included the world’s sexiest soccer player on the list, keep this statistic in mind: Oatzil played every minute of Germany’s Euro run – the only non-goalkeeper in the tournament to make that claim. Endurance is the most overlooked trait in soccer, and the one that makes Oatzil so valuable to Die Mannschaft’s success.

Mario Berlotelli  - The level-headed Italian team captain not only scored three goals, but dedicated each one to a role model in his life. “I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for my family,” said Mario. “And I still have a long way to go. I just hope one day I can be as good as Messi. God bless.”

Cristiano Ranaldi – The greasy, pimple-pocked little teenager never guessed he would be playing at the Euros one day. “I just thought, focus on the game, not the fame – and the results will come.” He may not be suave, sexy, or charismatic, but he’s got a heart of gold.

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Top of the Morning

Welcome to Top of the Morning, The Other 87′s very own series of personnel Power Rankings. We take a look at all the action of the last month, and attempt to pick the players who made the best of it.

These are not the five best players in the world, or even the players who performed the best in the last 28 to 31 days. These are the players who improved themselves in terms of perception in the public eye, who made their managers smile, or whose legacy got a nice polish, on the field or off the field,  spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically, whatever.

This week, whereas we’d normally rank players, we’re going to take advantage of what small amount of interest remains in the European Championship and rank the five best matches of the Euros so far. The criteria I use will be a nice melange of importance of the game, excitement factor, goals scored, and, if no other device remains to separate two matches from each other, a coin flip.

5. Germany-Greece, 4-2, Quarterfinals. OK, so this match was pretty much a foregone conclusion from the 35th minute or so. Still, it gets the nod for two reasons: 1) the most goals scored in a game; 2) the opportunity to see the German machine in it’s highest form. Sadly, that would be the last time we’d see the German machine in it’s highest form, but it was quite awesome.

4. Portugal-Denmark, 3-2, Group Stage. For Portugal, it was effectively win or go home. For Denmark, it was win or play the German machine for the opportunity to advance. Neither team would settle for a loss, and what resulted was a super exciting match of the best variety. A great first half performance from Portugal, ketchup from the Danes (Bendtner of all people) to see the game to 2-2, then a last second volley-rocket from Varela to give Portugal the life-saving win it needed.

3. Sweden-Ukraine, 2-1, Group Stage.Or, the match known as “Shevchenko’s Last Stand.” Ibra opened the scoring, as he is wont to do, and Sweden looked to be cruising to a comfortable, if narrow win. Then, out of nowhere, Shevchenko puts in one, and then another, and Ukranian fans suddenly saw the Euro trophy within their grasp. No one saw that coming, and that’s why this game gets the third place position.

2. England-Sweden, 3-2, Group Stage. Like Portugal earlier, England were in a win-or-die mode. That might be a bit exaggerated, but that’s what the English media would have had you believe. Andy Carroll, the most notable of the should-Hodgson-have-taken-him selections, also got his first start. He made good on it with a rocket header. It all went downhill from there. Olof Mellberg (who, let us not forget, plied his trade in England with Aston Villa for a few years) put in two goals (one of which was called a Glen Johnson own-goal) to take the score to 2-1. On the ropes, England responded as only England know how. That’s actually not right at all. England surprised everyone as Hodgson subbed in Walcott, who scored, then saw Danny Welbeck demonstrate the most miraculous of touches. Next thing you knew, England fans were rioting in the stands.

1. Italy-Germany, 2-1, Semi-Final. Come on, how good was that? The ultimate schadenfreude, amirite? Germany have a great team, but there was something cathartic (for me) in having their asses handed to them in such a manner. Balotelli, everyone’s favorite anti-hero, absolutely killed it. And, on the biggest of stages. And, he ripped his shirt off because Balotelli laughs in the face of caution(s). He already had a pretty large profile, but it’ll only get larger after a performance like that. The best match of the tournament so far, bar none.

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The Tuesday Ten: Euro 2012 What If? Edition

With the tournament winding down, we ponder ten alternate universe scenarios from this year’s European Championship:

1. What if Croatia had beaten Spain?

Spain has won two straight major trophies (two out of three if you count the Confederations Cup, which we’re doing until 2013 because we’re patriotic). They are on the verge of cracking the greatest team of all-time debate. Croatia beats Spain, their run is stopped right there. In two years, they’re a different team. Xavi goes from midfield dominator to 20-30 minutes a game. Will Del Bosque still be there? Will two more years of heated Clasicos wear down the other Barcelona and Real Madrid players? Sure, there are plenty of good, young Spaniards. But good enough to beat the good, young Germans? The French? The Belgians? (We’re kidding about that last one… sort of).

2. What if Fabio Capello doesn’t walk out on England in the spring 2012?

Capello walked out on England like Jason Bateman walked out on Jennifer Garner in Juno. If he didn’t England come out in Euros, play some remotely attractive football. They probably still go through the group stages, but fail to impress the English media, who massively criticize the team, and they probably get spanked by Italy anyways. OK, so, nothing really changes there. But, if Capello doesn’t walk out on England, Hodgson still languishes at West Brom, Redknapp is at Tottenham, and John Terry is either captain again or has quit the team in a fit of rage.

3. What if Andrea Pirlo had been born Andrew Fall, in Carlisle, Cumbria, England?

I mean, sure he’s an undisputed genius who’s more accurate over distance with either foot than you or I would be with our good throwing hand (a couple of overhit corners aside), but is he disciplined enough to play in the center of the first of two banks of four? Or would he have been turned into a right back at age 12?

4. What if Euro 2012 had been expanded to 24 teams?

This is ground that’s already been covered elsewhere. Would it lower the standard of play? We’re a little ambivalent, as too many of the non-classic games from this tournament seemed to stem from teams not even trying to compete with some of the continent’s giants. If those minnows had more minnows to compete against, then they might set out to win a few more games rather than sit back and absorb pressure (We’re not sure we buy this argument either. Just trying to look on the bright side).

5. What if Euro 2012 had been expanded to 32 teams?

Let’s face it. It’s not going to stay at 24 for ever. It’s an awkward number to have for something like this, and nobody really likes the idea of certain third place teams going through…nobody but Russia anyway. Hopefully sense will prevail and it will be returned to sixteen; thirty-two is more than half the total membership of UEFA today, and that number will only decrease as Germany absorbs debt-ridden nations into itself.

The alternative, is to say screw it and blow the whole thing out. Forget the whole qualifying process, invite all 53 teams, plus 10 guest nations and one team of recently retired superstars, seed them, and play the whole thing out single elimination, March Madness style. Spain vs. San Marino in the first round? Gareth Bale carving up Turkey to give 12-seed Wales the upset over the favored 5-seed? The good old U.S. of A.  going on a surprise Final Four run? Bring it on.

6. What if France had actually utilized one of the wealth of attacking options on its bench from the get-go against Spain, rather than playing two right backs to try to neutralize Jordi Alba?

They’d have still lost, but the game might have been more entertaining.

7. What if Mario Balotelli had attempted a panenka with his first spot kick in the shootout against England?

A. Let’s assume he’d have missed it. Given the fact that this tends to be how stuff like that works out for him, and the fact that he’s not a Zidane or Pirlo-level living legend who can actually pull one off (just ask Cristiano, who despite his greatness isn’t quite there yet), I think this is a fair assumption.

B. Assuming that the penalty was missed or saved, we can conjecture that first, Twitter would exploded instantly. Not “filled your newsfeed” exploded, but literally self-destructed, unless it dropped and sealed its fuel rods to prevent a catastrophic meltdown. Second, Pirlo, knowing he couldn’t very well try it again during the same shootout, sends a just slightly less than inch-perfect penalty right into the path of a diving Joe Hart, who makes the save. One of the Ashley’s, doesn’t matter which, has his nerves eased by the fact that he couldn’t possibly screw up that badly and buries his. England wins the shootout. Hart is hailed as a national hero. The team score a controversial second goal against Germany that the fifth official rules is over the line even though in replays it doesn’t appear to have entirely crossed the plane. They lose to the Germans 4-2.

8. What if Sweden had turned on before their last group game?

It’s fairly easy to imagine. One player marking the biggest Ukrainian threat of the game in the second half, one time. One more goal during either of their first two games. Danny Welbeck not getting really, really lucky with that incredibly brilliant backheel, and suddenly the Swedes are through. Granted, the French might have played a little harder if elimination was on the line, but given how poorly they did I’m not sure how much it would have mattered. Any of those, and suddenly we get the Swedes’ forest-worth of six-foot-bodies charging into the Spanish box on every set piece and lumbering around the midfield chasing red shirts and the ball. Stylistically, it had the potential to be thrilling, and another game of Zlatan would be infinitely better than what the French through out there.

9. What if Portugal or Italy actually manage to upset Spain or Germany, setting up a group stage rematch in the final?

Not really sure, to be honest. I mean Spain-Italy was a pretty good game, right? Germany-Portugal a little less so. Could Cristiano succeed in completing his single-handed conquest of the tournament? Would Spain actually try to score the second time around? Or would we all just rather prefer to see what Spain’s tiny judo masters do against a team that might bother to try to attack them constantly?

10. What if Estonia had beaten Ireland in their qualification playoff?

Probably the exact same thing as what happened to Ireland.

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By the Numbers: 7

Soccer lists are ubiquitous and come in all shapes and sizes, types and varieties. We at O87 never settle for just doing another list. “Just another list” isn’t even in our vocabulary. So, when one of us decided that it would behoove our blog to have it’s own take on the “Best Of” phenomenon of modern sports, we decided that we couldn’t just list the best players in order of their relative merits, by their decades or eras, or even by their positions. We would try something marginally novel (we won’t be so bold as to claim to be the first to come up with this idea): let’s rank players by the number they wore, not by their position. Now obviously, this throws in some wrinkles. Players who might not normally be compared to each other will needs be. For example, Makelele, Hargreaves, Koeman, Zanetti, and Fabregas have all iconically worn number 4. Who to choose? It doesn’t matter! We’re trying to approach this question from a different perspective. We hope you enjoy it.

And so we arrive at last at the second most contentious kit number of the set (#10 takes the superlative, surely). The problem with the number seven is that it doesn’t have a concise identity in soccer. It is alternatively reserved for playmakers, for wingers, and for strikers – depending on where you go and whom you ask. Shinji Kagawa, Manchester United’s newest signing, turned down the number because he wants to make a name for himself. In other words, there’s a lot of prestige (and pressure) that goes with adorning this kit.

That makes it a bit of a challenge to name the best number seven in history. Along with nine and ten, it saturates our list of footballing superstars. But we’re in luck. Seven is also, in our culture at least, a very lucky number. And so in an effort to distill this debate into a conveniently creative exercise, we will define some of history’s best #7s by the good luck charm they embody. Continue reading

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The Tuesday XI: International Philosophy Edition

Forget the Bailout Bowl or the Lalas v. Ballack grudge match, the erudite among us know that Friday’s Germany-Greece quarterfinal is really a replay of the two nation’s infamous 1972 International Philosophy final, seen here:

(Never mind that that’s likely what a group stage game between Greece and England would have looked like: 90 minutes of both teams standing behind the ball then a late goal.)

In tribute to the play and thought of those 22 great minds, we’ve decided to construct our own philosopher’s XI here:

GK – Zeno of Citium – The original Stoic taught that negative emotions could be snuffed out by the virtue of Reason, and so he never dwells on giving up a goal.

SW – Rene Descartes – Useful to have as the last man back, since unlike many of the others on this team his cogito ergo sum pronouncement means he almost never gets caught unprepared while trying to think himself out of existence.

Bacon goes for the Alexi Lalas look.

LCB – Francis Bacon – Uses the knowledge gained via senses to save his teams…uhh, chances in the defensive end.

RCB – Soren Kierkegaard – The first existentialist isn’t really a team player or a system guy, but he makes up for it with his ferocious individual man marking.

CDM – Thomas Hobbes – Ensures the lives of opposing playmakers are nasty, brutish and short.

Left carillero – Friedrich Nietzsche – Philosophy’s own Jermaine Jones, always bending the laws of the game and claiming he has surpassed soccer’s primitive value system.

Right carillero – Confucius – The ultimate teammate, always serving as a model for others. He knows that he would not appreciate it if one of his teammates were to hog the ball and never pass, and so he does not do it himself.

Looks like we called up the wrong Socrates.

CAM – Sócrates – An unfortunate smudge on the manager’s team sheet means Brazilian attacking midfielder Sócrates – who replaced Hippocrates as the team’s physician/philosopher – starts over favored Greek philosopher Socrates.

LW – Thomas Aquinas – No tiki-taka for the ever-incisive Saint Thomas, who recognizes that just as the object of the theological virtues of faith, hope and charity are God Himself, the object of the footballing virtues – dribbling, passing and shooting – are goals themselves.

CF – Martin Heidegger – Has apparently decided that the reason there is something rather than nothing is because nothing is awfully hard to score goals into.

RW – John Locke – Begins each game with his own tabula rasa, learning from the opponent and adapting his ideas and methods to them in order to liberate his forwards upon the goal.

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Best By the Numbers: 6

Soccer lists are ubiquitous and come in all shapes and sizes, types and varieties. We at O87 never settle for just doing another list. “Just another list” isn’t even in our vocabulary. So, when one of us decided that it would behoove our blog to have it’s own take on the “Best Of” phenomenon of modern sports, we decided that we couldn’t just list the best players in order of their relative merits, by their decades or eras, or even by their positions. We would try something marginally novel (we won’t be so bold as to claim to be the first to come up with this idea): let’s rank players by the number they wore, not by their position. Now obviously, this throws in some wrinkles. Players who might not normally be compared to each other will needs be. For example, Makelele, Hargreaves, Koeman, Zanetti, and Fabregas have all iconically worn number 4. Who to choose? It doesn’t matter! We’re trying to approach this question from a different perspective. We hope you enjoy it.

Today, we decipher the best number “6″ in history, and we do so through statistical analysis. Let’s take a look at the potential candidates. They are: Xavi Hernandez (who will be henceforth known only as “Xavi”); Franco Baresi (who will be henceforth known only as “Baresi”); Bobby Moore; Roberto Carlos (who wore number 6 for Brazil); Nilson Santos; and Josef Masopust. A note on the methodology: the analysis is horribly arbitrary. Sorry. There’s no other way to do it, really. And if it works for FIFA, it works for me. I tried to give the different achievements weight based on their prestige as I interpret it. If you disagree with me, let me know in the comments. Another thing to remember: there is perhaps an over-emphasis on actually winning these achievements. Although certain of the guys below may have gotten to two or three World Cup finals and lost all of them, they will only get the points for winning. I try to correct this slightly in the “Intangibles” rating, but there is always room for interpretation.

Here are our ratings:

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Oh, What Tangled Webs…

The internet history of Bert Van Marwijk, coach of the Dutch National Team, the 24-hours after they lost to Germany.

7:11a — Wikipedia Edit // “Bert van Marwijk, former coach of the Dutch National Team” to “Bert Van Marwijk, current coach of the Dutch National Team.”
7:13a — Wikipedia Edit // “Bert van Marwijk, recently fired as coach of the Dutch National Team” to “Bert Van Marwijk, current coach of the Dutch National Team.”
7:30a – ESPN Soccernet // “Van Marwijk criticizes Dutch wingers.”
7:31a — Gmail // Email to Arjen Robben, Wesley Sneijder. Subject: “That was taken out of context.”
7:32a — Gmail // Email to Michael van Praag. Subject: “Seriously, it was all Robben’s fault.”
7:33a — Gmail // Email to Michael van Praag. Subject: “Seriously though, you have to believe me.”
7:45a – Wikipedia Edit // “Bert van Marwijk, incompetent former leader of the Dutch National Team” to “Bert Van Marwijk, current coach of the Dutch National Team.”
7:46a – Netflix // The Damned United
9:08a — Wikipedia // Brian Clough
9:13a — LinkedIn // Message to Pep Guardiola. “Wanna start our own national team?”
9:15a – Livejournal // New Post: “If Brian Clough can fail…”
9:24a — Amazon // Search: Portable disguises
9:25a — Monster.com // Search: “National team jobs”
9:26a – Monster.com // Search: “Club jobs anywhere in the world”
9:27a — Monster.com // Search: “Any soccer job in Holland”
9:32a — Monster.com // Search: “Any soccer job anywhere in the world”
9:45a — Monster.com // Search: “Any job anywhere in the world”
10:08a — Wikipedia Edit // “Bert van Marwijk, deutsche bag coach emeritus of the Dutch National Team” to “Bert Van Marwijk, current coach of the Dutch National Team.”
10:09a – Gmail // Email to Wikipedia Edit. Subject: “Can you put a temporary editing hold on my name?”
10:11a — Google // Search: “Red Light Districts that double as coffeeshops and napping establishments in Kharkiv.”
5:02p — Wikipedia Edit // “Bert van Marwijk, the worst coach in the history of the Dutch National Team” to “Bert Van Marwijk, current coach of the Dutch National Team.”
5:28p — Google // Search: “Worst records of coaches in UEFA history”
5:30p – Gmail // Email to Mark Van Bommel. Subject: “If we lose again, you are offish not invited for Christmas.”
5:31p – Google// Search: “Mark Van Bommel scandals”
6:05p – Livejournal // Journal entry: “I know that I probably shouldn’t have, but…she’ll be better off for it.”
6:06p — Netflix // Any Given Sunday
9:00p — Wikipedia Edit // “Bert van Marwijk, dolt of the Dutch National Team” to “Bert Van Marwijk, current coach of the Dutch National Team.”
9:10p — Gmail // Reply email to Michael Van Praag. Subject: “Re: Taking the team a different direction.”
3:38a – Wikipedia Edit // “Bert van Marwijk, current coach of the Dutch National Team” to “Bert Van Marwijk, woijrwoformer coaoerajisch off thdse Duerwtecsdfh Nagstggsiodsfnal Tesdfdssdfsam.”

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The Tuesday Ten: Looking Down the Bench Edition

With Fabian Johnson and Jose Torres questionable and Edgar Castillo out for tonight’s USMNT match against Guatemala, the situation in the back for the USA is looking pretty grim. Thankfully, we’re here with ten alternate left back suggestions for Jurgen Klinsmann, none of which involve Oguchi Onyewu going anywhere near the field of play.

1. A turnstile – At least attackers would have to go through one at a time.

Other plans? What could be more important than representing your country?

2. James Harden – Credit to the Shin Guardian for throwing the name of this natural lefty into the mix on Twitter a couple of weeks ago. Some might say he’s got other things to do Tuesday night, but we’re sure his sense of patriotism would prevail upon him to come help out the U.S.A.

3. Jonathan Quick – At least the LA Kings goalie is definitely free on Tuesday, and is apparently pretty good at not letting people by him. Also has a fantastic name. I would buy a jersey with “QUICK” on the back, if only for the false advertising purposes.

4. Andriy Shevchenko – Maybe we can swing a trade for him and convince him to switch positions, now that his career is over and he’s been reduced to being a bit player in an overmatched Ukraine side who will be going home nearly immediately from their own tournament.

5. One of these guys

Or we could just skip the process of trying to recruit them and have Jermaine Jones do it.

6. Don Draper – I keep hearing that the old Don Draper is back now. Let’s see him prove it on the field.

7. A tree stump – No, really, it might trip a Guatemalan trying to go down that side. I swear there’s a Peanuts strip or TV special or something where Lucy drafts a stump sitting in foul territory over Charlie Brown, puts a glove on it, and the stump ends up catching a foul pop-up, but I can find no evidence of its existence. What good are you to me, Internet?

Does whatever Philipp Lahm can.

8. Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man – How about Sony up the cross-promotional ante by loaning the wall-crawler to the Red, White and Blue for a match?

9.  An Engineer – Would have been nice if Prometheus’ alien master race had genetically crafted us a decent left-footed back-up while they were working on humanity.

10. Eric Lichaj – Nah…

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By the Numbers: 5

Soccer lists are ubiquitous and come in all shapes and sizes, types and varieties. We at O87 never settle for just doing another list. “Just another list” isn’t even in our vocabulary. So, when one of us decided that it would behoove our blog to have it’s own take on the “Best Of” phenomenon of modern sports, we decided that we couldn’t just list the best players in order of their relative merits, by their decades or eras, or even by their positions. We would try something marginally novel (we won’t be so bold as to claim to be the first to come up with this idea): let’s rank players by the number they wore, not by their position. Now obviously, this throws in some wrinkles. Players who might not normally be compared to each other will needs be. For example, Makelele, Hargreaves, Koeman, Zanetti, and Fabregas have all iconically worn number 4. Who to choose? It doesn’t matter! We’re trying to approach this question from a different perspective. We hope you enjoy it.

Wait, why are we doing this as a Q&A?

Because the catethetical form is a useful one for teaching you everything you need to know about our number 5 player. And because we really like Chapter 17 of Ulysses. That one had 309 questions. We’re not going to make it quite that far.

Which event or person will emerge as the salient point of this dialogue?

Franz Beckenbauer.

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The O87 Mailbag

We here at The Other 87 get a lot of fan mail, and until recently we’ve been nervously stuffing it in the freezer like Andy from Parks and Recreation. But now that we’re pretty certain our parents aren’t the only people following this blog (Hi Big Mike, in Stateville, who writes us once a day!) we owe it to you, our readers, to answer the questions you thought only we could answer. I’m channeling Sally Field here…You like us! You really like us!

Okay, the truth is we don’t get any fan mail.  But we’re not going to let that bother us. Instead, today’s feature is an exercise in self-delusion. We scoured all the search queries that led to our site and picked our absolute favorites (basically, anything that wasn’t a search for Ivan Drago or Fergie, not that there’s anything wrong with searching for Ivan Drago). While the names and places are fictionalized, each question below is an honest-to-God unedited Google referral.

Without further ado, the O87 Mailbag. Oh, and if you wanna email us questions in the future, hit us up at o87minutes@gmail.com.

How is babby formed?
Salvador Limones, Brentwood, Calif. 

Whoa, looks like someone doesn’t believe in leading off with a softball question. I’m frightened to try to investigate how this might have led to our site, but we’re professionals here, so we’re going to do our best anyway.

Making a babby is a lot like scoring a goal. There’s only one way to do it — put the ball in the back of the net — but a lot of people have different styles. Some are patient and probing, using timing and slick moves to create a goal. Others just pump the ball forward as often as possible and try to knock it on frame. To counteract these styles, some teams pay money for a top-level goalie.

If he’s a good goalie and he’s used properly, then much of the time he’s going to block these shots, and sometimes they’ll miss entirely and make a mess in the stands. But every so often, the goalie gets caught out of position, or sometimes the goalie thinks he’s in good position to block the shot but it squirts through, and then you get to celebrate the miracle of scoring, and that 2-0 scoreline will, nine months later, become a 3-0.

How to win every game on football manager 2012?
Bill Rizer, Unnamed South American Island

Load game, answer no when it asks you to save, load last game, try again. There, that was easy.

Andrew Jackson national bank.
Pitfall Harry, The Amazon

Ahh, another one of these, some poor lost soul desperately searching for help for a presentation that’s due next period. Try this: 

There, that cleared it all up, didn’t it?

Roy Hodgson wife.

Lance Bean, Same unnamed South American Island

Someone’s scraping the bottom of the WAG barrel, aren’t they?

Why can’t they stop diving in soccer? 
Kin Korn Karn, Detroit, Michigan

As with any other societal problem, particularly one involving something as addictive as diving, it’s important to consider the big picture. What’s wrong with the lives or abilities of these players that they have to resort to diving? Why do our young players grow up thinking there’s no alternative to diving? Is it right that our referees fill their books with names of players just because they dove a little when so many greater offenses are going unpunished?

In other words, watch all five seasons of The Wire and call me in the morning.

Who is bo jackson?
Ryu Hayabusa, Eugene, Oregon

My reaction to this question was pretty much this, beginning at the 18 second mark:

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