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Semifinals: France 0, Spain 2; England 1, Argentina 2

Which manager was worse?

(I) Thomas Tuchel, for:

(a) ceasing to attack …

and

(b) permitting Messi & Co. to hammer away at the English goal …

for forty minutes;

OR:

(II) Didier Deschamps, for:

having no response for anything that Spain did.

I vote: Deschamps. This is the second time he has “crashed the Ferrari” in the World Cup. (I’m not considering France’s Euro defeats.)

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Deschamps almost “crashed the Ferrari” in the 2018 World Cup final. The Croatians were passing through the French at will, and had scored once. But then the referee gave France a second goal.

Deschamps’s tactics with France always have been simple.

(1) He fields three or four prodigious scorers – even if they don’t maintain possession, defend, etc. He values their scoring so much that he requires little else of them.

(2) He overpopulates the defense. He prefers central midfielders and fullbacks who are defensive specialists. (That is putting it kindly; at times, he seems to prefer that they have offensive limitations.)

(3) He ignores transitional midfield play. He figures that as long as (a) his attackers seize on mistakes and put in goals and (b) his defensive multitudes keep goals out, the middle of the field doesn’t matter.

In short, he gambles on offensive talent, which of course France has in spades.

Well, these tendencies bit him in 2022, against Argentina, and again in this tournament, against Spain. The vaunted attackers weren’t outplayed, exactly. Rather, the opposing midfielders cut off their supply. I had expected that Mbappé, Dembélé, et al. should have enough chances provided them. Everyone expected this. Instead, they were starved. Rodri, Ruiz, and Olmo – great players – bossed the middle. But they were aided by Deschamps’s abdication of that zone.

Halfway through, it was clear that France sorely missed the few polyfunctional midfielders employed during Deschamps’s tenure:
  • Griezzman, an attacker willing to drop back to defend and to build up play. (Retired.)
  • Kanté, ball-winner extraordinaire, known also for jump-starting the attack. (Old; languishing on the bench.)
  • Camavinga. (Left at home.)
(Moussa Sissoko was discarded after featuring in the 2016 Euros; Steven Nzonzi was a bit-player in 2018; Manu Koné, in this World Cup, has been an occasional substitute for the not-fully-fit, defensively-minded Tchouaméni. These are versatile players that, at different times, Deschamps has not preferred to use.)

I said, at the beginning of the tournament, that the French could win any match with just twenty good minutes. Spain granted five. By then, for France, it was too late.

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Spain’s midfield is tactically and technically superb; but so is Argentina’s. And Argentina has grit, grit, grit. Only the Croatians approximate them. This should be a fascinating final. I’ll bet on Argentina; these Spaniards have yet to meet such willful adversaries. But I wouldn’t mind if Spain won. Both these teams are worthy.

Euros

Congrats to Turkey – now Türkiye – and to Georgia for contesting the best match, so far, of these Euros. Thrilling stuff, especially the closing minutes.


Congrats to Romania. Congrats to Germany for rising from the dead. Anti-congrats to Ukraine, England, and (shudder) Scotland.

The French underwhelmed in their first match – except for N’Golo Kanté, now of the Saudi league, who returned to the national side after a two-year absence. He was astounding. I think he covered every square inch of grass. He made his excellent teammates, Rabiot and Camavinga, look ordinary.


If he keeps it up, he’ll be the tournament’s best player.

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I had an entertaining dream last night. As well as I can recall, it involved hostage-taking, jewel-thieving, and deportation to Texas under the witness protection program.

The best players, manager, referee, goal, and game of this World Cup

Well!

That was quite the semifinal yesterday, wasn’t it? Men against boys.

And now here are my awards for the World Cup as a whole.

First XI

Goalkeeper: Lloris (France)

Left defender: Vertonghen (Belgium)
Right defender: Trippier (England)
Central defender: Godín (Uruguay)
Central defender: Varane (France)

Defending midfielder: Kanté (France)
Attacking midfielder: Hazard (Belgium)
Volante mixto: Modrić (Croatia)
Volante mixto: Moses (Nigeria)

First striker: Lukaku (Belgium)
Second striker: Cavani (Uruguay)

Second XI

Goalkeeper: Subašić (Croatia)

Left defender: Marcelo (Brazil)
Right defender: Pavard (France)
Central defender: Granqvist (Sweden)
Central defender: Vida (Croatia)

Defending midfielder: Casemiro (Brazil)
Attacking midfielder: Coutinho (Brazil)
Volante mixto: De Bruyne (Belgium)
Volante mixto: Golovin (Russia)

First striker: Dyuba (Russia)
Second striker: Griezmann (France)

Third XI

Goalkeeper: Courtois (Belgium)

Left defender: Laxalt (Uruguay)
Right defender: Vrsaljko (Croatia)
Central defender: Kompany (Belgium)
Central defender: Mina (Colombia)

Defending midfielder: Witsel (Belgium)
Attacking midfielder: Iniesta (Spain)
Volante mixto: Pogba (France)
Volante mixto: Rakitić (Croatia)

First striker: Kane (England)
Second striker: Mbappé (France)

Nigeria’s Victor Moses didn’t advance past the tourney’s first round, but I consider him to have had a tremendous World Cup. He would’ve improved any of the top teams. (What if he, rather than the decent but unspectacular Nacer Chadli, had covered the Belgian right flank against the French?)

Two other players – Vincent Kompany and Diego Laxalt – came into the tourney rather late. I thought their performances lifted their respective teams.

Now, a few special awards.

Most valuable player: N’Golo Kanté (France)

Best-all-around player: Luka Modrić (Croatia)

Outstanding young player: Kylian Mbappé (France), with 19 years

Outstanding old player: Sergei Ignashevich (Russia), with 38 years

Best manager: Óscar Tabárez (Uruguay)

Best referee: Alireza Faghani (Iran)

Best goal: Uruguay’s first goal against Portugal (in the first knockout stage)

Best game: Belgium 3, Japan 2 (in the first knockout stage)

Jury duty; a rainstorm; Messi vs. Kanté; a trip

Today I performed my jury service, or I would have done, except that the trial was canceled. I was absent from work and lost a day’s wages. But it was just as well that I didn’t go to IUSB. The walk would have been miserable: out of my living room window, I saw rain pouring down, hour after hour.

In the afternoon, I watched Chelsea and Barcelona play the first leg of their UEFA Champions League home-and-away series. I was especially interested in the duel between Lionel Messi and N’Golo Kanté. Kanté defended against Messi as well as anybody I’ve seen has done. He didn’t allow Messi to dribble past him or to make penetrating passes. Once, I saw him guard Messi for a few feet, then switch off from him, and then cunningly intercept the pass that Messi gave.

I decided that Kanté is a better defender than Real Madrid’s Casemiro, who resorts to fouling Messi. Messi likes to bully Casemiro by dribbling directly at him; however, when Messi was guarded by Kanté today, he respectfully dribbled from side to side.

One other bit of news: Karin & I have bought plane tickets to Austin, Texas, to visit Ana & David during my spring break.

On how I begin to write in the morning

My dissertation has taken a tedious turn. I’ve been trawling for mentions of the term ‘reasonable’ among the obscure speeches and declarations of King James II, as well as in the debate on religious toleration between John Locke and Jonas Proast. And not only in those sources: also in legal dictionaries, and in Merriam-Webster.

Soon – I dread this – I really ought to check the OED.

I wonder if it was a good idea to try to detail the pre-Rawlsian history of this moral concept. Then I remember my supervisor’s advice. “Pages,” he would say. “You need a certain quantity of pages.”

Consequently, a long footnote about Xabi Alonso, Xavi Hernández, N’Golo Kanté, and Claude Makélélé has remained in the dissertation for several months. I can’t bring myself to take it out.

The other day, I ate lunch with my old pastor, and he expressed confidence that, whatever I turn in, it’ll be of superb quality. I didn’t tell him about that footnote.

What helps me to start writing every day is this. Online, I’ve found the dissertations of many of my acquaintances. I pull them out and read a few lines. Then I read a passage of my own dissertation. My own writing unfailingly is less erroneous, less trivial, less clunky, and funnier. I decide it’s quite good, relatively speaking. And so I write all day long, except when tutees interrupt me.

An ill wife; la sub-20; Premier League strikers; N’Golo Kanté

Karin’s been ill. Today I finally persuaded her to stay at home. She works six days each week, and, during her days off, she goes to church and either counts the offering money or teaches Sunday school.

Right now, she appears to be sleeping comfortably, which makes me happy.

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Ecuador’s sub-20 lads finished second in the continental tourney, two places higher than they needed to. The Uruguayans finished first. Their team easily was the best.

The Brazilians, runners-up two years ago in the under-20 World Cup, finished fifth in South America and failed to qualify for this year’s global tourney. In the matches that I watched, they looked simply awful.

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I wonder how the Brazilians would’ve fared if they’d called up their latest national hope, the 19-year-old striker, Gabriel Jesus, who’s been starting for Man City. This young man is quite the sensation. After just a few of his performances in the Premier League, the soap opera has become: What’ll happen to Sergio Agüero? (Agüero is the team’s established goalscorer. For several years, he’s been quite deadly with Man City, though not so much with Argentina.)

Ship him out, says one Yahoo! columnist. Maybe swap him for Alexis Sánchez.

Such drama. In this league, it appears that any given striker is disposable. (Luis Suárez was the last striker who definitely wasn’t.)

There was talk earlier this season of the transcendence of Diego Costa. Then he pouted and got benched a little, and his team performed just as well without him.

Now people are talking about his teammate, Eden Hazard. Hazard is good, but if he were to play for Leicester City, he’d be a shadow of his precocious self (as, last season, he was a shadow; as, this season, all the Leicester players are mere shadows).

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Meanwhile, N’Golo Kanté makes a humble living chewing up the league. He’s like a buzzsaw perched upon a Roomba. Last season, Sir Alex Ferguson said that Kanté was the league’s best player by far. But Kanté’s goalscoring teammates got the accolades.

This season, playing with even more illustrious teammates, Kanté might be named the Player of the Year.

Kanté’s is an up-close style. His long passing is not remarkable. His best passes are like dribbles: they’re short touches. His specialty is arriving early to where the ball is traveling and then shoving himself between the ball and the opponent carrying it.

He excels at this because he’s tiny. He’ll run into a thicket of players and come out with the ball. He likes thickets; he seeks them out; he foresees better than the other players how the ball will carom off the others’ legs.

(Today I added a footnote about N’Golo Kanté to my dissertation.)