When I heard Ricardo Quaresma had made the cut for Paulo Bento’s provisional 2014 World Cup finals squad I thought about my most vivid memory of the winger. It was February 2007, in a friendly against Brazil at the Emirates. Another money-spinning game between two Nike sponsored teams. Quaresma along with a 22-year old Cristiano Ronaldo were simply unplayable tearing into Gilberto, Maicon, Lucio and company that night.
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If Marcelo dreamt of making his debut for Brazil, he probably envisaged a backdrop more glamorous than a dreary Tuesday evening in North London. White Hart Lane will now forever be in the memory of the Real Madrid left back as the ground where he first laced those boots up to step out for the Seleção. I was there that night in 2006 to see the Brazilian supporters out in full force and a game that Brazil were worthy of a 2-0 win.
It was apparently the one distinguishing item that Ferguson could tell the two apart, but now there is so much more that divides the swashbuckling fullbacks plucked from Fluminese after catching the eye of the United scouts almost ten years ago.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t cast an eye over BBC Sport more than once on January 31st, but the circus that Sky has now created on the last day that football clubs can sign up players until the end of the season ensures any real football news gets buried in the incessant transfer speculation and interviews conducted through car windows.
It’s now just five days until the London 2012 Olympics hysteria becomes less about torch carrying and more about medal collecting, but while some of the Olympic Village are happy for the long wait to finally be over Stuart Pearce must be wishing he had a little more preparation time before Team GB meet Senegal a day before the opening ceremony.
Pearce must quickly sweep under the carpet the less than inspiring performance against a Brazil side that teased and toyed with Team GB at the Riverside in 2-o win that was far more comprehensive than the scoreline suggests and could have been worse had it not been for the second half heroics from Birmingham City’s Jack Butland in between the sticks.
There were a lot of things wrong with Manchester United’s Europa League performance against Athletic Bilbao. It was a night where the absences of Vidic and Ferdinand clearly showed but one moment summed up United’s inadequacies more than anything else and that was the moment Rafael was slow to react to Muniain’s winner.
Oliver Kahn, regarded as one of the finest goalkeepers to grace the modern game, draws an imposing figure at six foot, two inches and with an almost innate ability to stifle the persistent endeavours of the most talented strikers he can be a frustration for any manager whose team have had the disgruntled pleasure to face him. His performances in the 2002 World Cup for Germany en route to the final looked to be rewarding the Lev Yashin goalkeeper of the tournament with the international silverware he so dearly craved to accompany the numerous honours won at club level.