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It’s your standard Liam Neeson flick. It manages to stay somewhat engaging until the final stretch, where the momentum starts to plummet rapidly along with the plane—spoiler alert over.
The last ten minutes or so were enough to drag the entire experience down by a grade and a half.
It isn't terrible; it maintains a decent level of suspense and provides some entertainment, but it doesn't offer much beyond that.
5/10
quiethound6 said:It’s not even a contest; Luke is better than both of them.
Zidane once remarked that while Boban was certainly a massive talent, Luke is quite simply a genius.
I haven't spent enough time watching much of Boban's career, but what Luke is doing right now is nothing short of masterful.
I find myself in agreement with Ayutov's tactical setup. One ought to commit fully; it is either victory or total defeat, with no middle ground. There is simply no logic in playing it safe during a match of this magnitude. My only minor adjustment would be ensuring there is a spot for Olu. He possesses the necessary grit for high-stakes encounters. Perhaps he could slot in for an error-prone Perišić, swapping positions with Pranja? He had quite a successful run playing left wing during his time at VfL Wolfsburg.
Whatever happened with that Sertic fellow—the one with the blue blood who was supposed to be suiting up for the US Men's National Soccer Team over a year ago?
stormyharbor13 said:Beer and bacon can last through all ninety minutes; if you can't handle that, you clearly don't belong on the pitch. 😂
I envy you. I’m so wound up that I haven't even had a chance to grab a glass of water.
If we actually played "realistic," we wouldn't be facing off against the Germans, the English, the Dutch, or the Italians in these kinds of situations. Besides, we faced an even tougher squad in Germany and managed to hold them to just a 0-1 loss against Brazil, where one of the true gods of soccer, Ronaldinho, was on the pitch.
Thankfully, our guys aren't burdened by such "realism." If Luka Modrić had been "realistic" and listened to all those various experts—including Arsène Wenger, who once dismissed him for being too fragile—he’d be staring at a blank wall today instead of playing as a cornerstone for Real Madrid. Bottom line: there is no room for realism at the World Cup. There never has been, because anything is possible.
The self-proclaimed "realists" are just armchair managers, sitting back with a beer and a snack at halftime.
If Damir is ready to go, and we're looking at a golden opportunity to field someone playing at the peak of their powers, then let him play. Being a natural-born Brazilian, he’s clearly a more viable option in these conditions than Kranjcar, who looks completely spent after just thirty minutes of running in England. Just imagine Kranjcar trying to handle the heat in Manaus; the man would collapse on the bench, let alone if he actually had to step onto the pitch.