frozentiger6
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joined Apr 2007
There’s an old saying that back in the day, the poor used to play while the rich watched from the stands. Nowadays, it feels like the wealthy are the ones "playing," while the regular folks sit in the stands eating their cheap snacks, just hoping the big shots don't get tackled too hard and ruin their precious legs.
Gerd Müller? Yeah, a legend. The guy didn't have fancy footwork, but he could score goals with his eyes closed. Then you had Michel Platini—makes me think of Gires and Jean Tigana immediately. What a squad they were. He was part of another incredible quartet, though the name escapes me right now.
Karl-Heinz Rummenigge was also top-tier; his generation was really the last German squad that commanded absolute respect. They eventually took home the World Cup, but even then, they were slowly losing their grip on dominance. We can take some pride in being the ones who finally knocked them off their pedestal. After that disaster against the US, they completely fell apart during the UEFA Euro in the Netherlands and Belgium. Just two years prior, they were World Cup runners-up, but honestly, I’ve never seen a worse runner-up in any sport. I mean, that attacking duo of Matthiasjäns Jancker and Oliver Kahn... 🙄
And then there’s Marco van Basten—a pure magician. The way he scored goals was unreal. Ruud van Nistelrooy reminds you of him a bit, but Marco is one of a kind. Him, Ruud Gullit, and Frank Rijkaard? A legendary trio. Back then, the big rivalry was between the "German" Inter Milan and the "Dutch" AC Milan. Inter had Jürgen Klinsmann, Matthäus, and Andreas Brehme, while AC Milan had that Dutch powerhouse trio. And once again, Inter ended up on the losing end. 😁
Then there’s Gary Lineker, a phenomenal striker. After him, the only Englishman with that kind of charisma was Alan Shearer—at least when talking about strikers. I won't even bring up Gazza, because even today in England, everyone swears by him, from grandmas in nursing homes to babies in strollers. The English love Shearer because he actually stood for something; the man consciously walked away from trophies and global fame. Instead of signing with Manchester United, Arsenal, or some massive European giants, he chose the club he loved since he was a kid. He had his pick of anywhere, but he went to Newcastle United. He adored that club, and he's still there to this day.
I actually "hated" Lineker after that match between Cameroon and England at the World Cup in Italy. It killed me seeing Cameroon go out. Roger Milla and the rest of them played out of their minds, but they just paid the price for being inexperienced.
Man, there was a time when soccer actually gave you chills. I remember waiting all week for those Wednesday night matches—the Champions League, the Cup Winners' Cup, and especially the UEFA Cup, because our clubs back then seemed to make it to the semifinals constantly. Aside from Željko and Slaviša Jokanović leading Hajduk Split against Tottenham, you had Red Star Mexico City facing AC Milan with the magic of Dragan Stojković and those Dutch stars. Dammit, we don't see that anymore. I'd much rather watch a single move from Diego than five of the games we see today.