Friday, April 29, 2011

Barҫa! Barҫa! Barҫa!

Barҫaaaaaa!
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by Philipina A. Marcelo


And they did it!

They bundled Real Madrid in the first leg of their UEFA Champions leg semi-final tie in the latter's own backyard - out there, right in front of the thousands of screaming Madridistas who were clamoring for the repeat of the Copa del Rey victory in Mestalla only a week ago! They did it! They beat Real Madrid, 0-2 in Bernabéu!

Lionel Messi rose to the occasion, gifting Barcelona a high-caliber brace - a thick enough cushion on their return to Camp Nou for the second leg of the tie. His goal #1, which was a completion of a nice cross from Ibrahim Afellay in a play orchestrated by Xavi Hernandez, was a beauty - a breath of fresh air in the mostly nauseating poor display by both teams. His goal #2 was a perfection. Period.

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How did it go?

Whew! The win must be a relief for Barҫa after that uncharacteristics slip in the Copa del Rey final against Real Madrid only a week ago. But, no, no, no... and NO, it wasn't an enjoyable match. It was a disappointment, to say the very least. It didn't have the fast-pace and high-quality playmaking that defined both legs of Barҫa's quarter-final tie with Shakhtar Donetsk FC. It was all ugly and silly - ugly tackles by Real Madrid, which were awkwardly matched with uncharacteristic shoves from Barcelona, and silly theatrics and dives from both sides. Very little serious football - mostly from Barҫa. What a truly, seriously, completely frustrating match it was! The match stats says it all... fouls committed: 21 Real Madrid, 25 Barcelona! There.

So, what did we just see, almost a foul per two minutes in the 90-minute match? Silly, I tell ya! The referee was stretched to his limits - his was the most terrible of all jobs right there. I can imagine how he had to go through the football handbook page-by-page in his head to render a reasonable decision for all the exasperating ugliness and silliness that players from both squads seemed to have contested for, rather than serious football. The Catalans' patience and focus on the game were pushed to the limit by Real Madrid, via José Mourinho's negative tactics where kicking the ball was less than 30% and kicking opponents was close to 80%. But Pep Guardiola's men tried to contain their disgust and held on.

The referee's patience was tested by Real Madrid as well - to some terrible stretch. So, was he wrong if Pepe's 61st minute send-off seemed rather "harsh"? I say no! While replays weren't clearly showing the extent of the contact, the fact that Dani Alves's body rotated 180 degrees while airborne suggests that he was hit by a terrible force while up in the air. Like a ball of constant weight and volume, when airborne, the only thing that could change the course of its flight at an instant is an external force, right? Unless the ball burst or loses air, which was hardly the case for Alves. Just a little Physics there... Real Madrid should know... after all, didn't Mourinho himself lectured them on Einstein before the match? :) Besides, how many times did that "anti-football" Mourinho disciple, Pepe, tried to sneak more than just a poke in the pitch? Twice, thrice? No, it was countless times! He should've picked up a yellow card already when he first roughly pushed Dani Alves before even minding the ball when they were both chasing it at the corner. That brought down Alves, too.

If he wasn't diving, Pepe was kicking and pushing whoever was in red and blue at will - very, very exasperating! And he was not the only one... Diarra, Marcelo, Arbeloa, Albiol, di Maria and Ramos, and even Adebayor who just came on in the second half but equaled his team-mates's pushes already, were all in their "anti-football" elements out there on the pitch! It was a complete shame because Marcelo, Ramos, di Maria, and even Adebayor are excellent football players - when they are playing football, that is!

What was Mourinho's plan again? Frustrate the Catalans, and then when they were all derailed in their game out of frustration, he'd bring on the strikers? It worked in the Copa del Rey, didn't it? At extension time, that is! Well, bad news, his brilliant frustrate-'em plan backfired even before frustration sat in! Hah! There is justice in this world after all! Clearly, Mourinho didn't get it right. Therefore, he and his camp should stop making excuses, using the utterly indefensible case of the king of unethical practice on the pitch, Pepe, as a scapegoat, and admit that they got things wrong. Seriously! Their desperation was hilarious from the very beginning - assigning the little Lionel Messi to Green Goblin Pepe... and three other marksmen? So, what was that again? Mourinho hinged his side's hopes for a UEFA Champions League semi-final win to Pepe? Tsk, tsk... very "Special" tactic, indeed! Bravo!

As for the Blaugranas, because Sergio Busquets and Pedro Rodriguez were too busy with their terrible acting stints on the pitch, competing with the pathetic Ángel di Maria's "Best Actor of the Match" bid, aided by their "stage dad", Carles Puyol (*sigh*, why did you have to go with this, Mr. Puyol?), Dani Alves and Javier Mascherano were pressed to be "the men" for the Barcelona side to stand up against those Mourinho-tutored deranged Los Blancos! Both received yellow cards! That of Mascherano was via a challenge on Pepe himself, who dove and was supposedly writhing in pain, and he was like 1 foot taller than Mascherano and several kilos more massive! The next thing you know, he, Pepe, was bringing down Dani Alves! Ugh! Dani Alves's yellow was via a frustratingly bad look-look-I-fell-and-it's-awful acting complete with pathetic arm fledgling plea to the referee to take notice by di Maria! Cristiano Ronaldo tried a few acting, too, and they were so bad, everyone, including the Madridistas themselves, seemed ready to scream at him. *sigh*

And it was all exasperating like that in most of the match as the Catalans tried and tried again, and again (and again) to play football. Until, of course, the Tom Cruise among the Catalans (Alves) crossed path with the Green Goblin among the Merengues (Pepe) for the nth time in the second half of the match where the Green Goblin finally received a well-deserved straight red card, which drew a "Special" sarcastic reaction from you know who that resulted in a puto-esque throw out to the stands of you know who! *sigh*

What a day for poor Mr. Wolfgang Stark!! But he tried to implement rules! The referee had to send a message to every single one of them in the field, including the squad bleachers, that discipline, mutual respect and fair play had to be observed accordingly on the pitch - and in the sidelines, too! No superstars, no prized players, no "special" coaches! So, yeah, sending Pepe, Pinto, and even Mourinho off? Good on you, Mr. Wolfgang Stark!

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Who's to blame?

There is no one else to blame but the "One" who is "Special". José Mourinho ought to be ashamed of himself! He reduced Real Madrid to a bunch of stupid footballers who didn't have enough talents to match those of Barҫa's (and maybe, it's true, too?), and therefore, must resort to the use of their more massive muscles to mute them purist footballers of Catalonia - yes, them who play beautiful, breathtaking football!

And how did Pep Guardiola respond? He allowed his men to resort to theatrics and horrendous diving on the pitch - matching those of Los Blancos. "They touch you, you roll around on the field and whine like two-year olds whose lollipops were snatched away from them until the referee takes notice." It's a hideous thought, I know... especially seeing Dani Alves running like a panther on a hunt after being carried on a stretcher to the sidelines following Pepe's ouster and Mourinho's throw-out! *sigh* (Gosh, Dani, you made all the protests against that dirty Green Goblin comical, dude! You've already won the battle, why did you have to give your prize away like that?) But, yeah, Pep... HOW? How on earth do you actually counter "anti-football" without risking your men losing their limbs or your men appearing like a bunch of annoying cry babies on the pitch, especially if what you're aiming for is simply to play beautiful, breathtaking football as a world-class football squad, which yours is, should? Looking at the all-of-sudden deep lines on Guardiola's face and the waves of very dark circles under his eyes, it's easy to tell that he tried to do his best to find a "happy compromise". Sorry, Pep, but I have bad news for you: happiness was absent during the first 76 minutes of the match. But, hey, thanks for trying. We know you did. But you know what, it wasn't enough! But, for whatever it's worth, we - football fans - felt your pain.

End result: 76 minutes of embarrassing display of lack of chivalry and disinterest in football. It was just a contest of who was the f-, er, man in the Bernabéu house, and who among the Galacticos will be sent off first - they knew, too, that if they played that way, one of them will be sent off... it was only a matter of time. To be fair, Barҫa tried very hard to play football - they did. It was very frustrating that all Real Madrid did was to prevent them from playing football though, just so the Merengues could complete the match with a 0 - 0 result against the visitors. Imagine??? How pathetic was that??? And there were some in the Real Madrid side who tried valiantly to deviate from the "Special Plan" to try and play football, too... most notably, Cristiano Ronaldo (hey, I'm serious) who looked lost in the wilderness of his side's "anti-football" tactic and failing miserably to complete a couple of free kick opportunities, and Sergio Ramos (yeah, I'm serious, too) who, to be fair, looked uncertain whether he would like to continue with this "anti-football" campaign in that match, especially everytime he seemed to realize how great it was to actually play football blocking Messi's shots rather than Messi himself... and even Marcelo, everytime he slipped, forgetting Mourinho's pre-match notes, that is - "anti-football", baby! *sigh*

Shortly, after Pepe was removed from the pitch and without the other Mourinho conman, Carvalho, around... and with Mourinho himself far enough to effectively spit venom to his men to revive the devil in them, most of the Los Blancos wavered in carrying out their coach's "anti-football" campaign. And the match started to feel like a real football match!

***
Who's the man?

Lionel Messi is the man, of course!

The little Argentinian did contribute one foul in the "foul fiesta" in Bernabéu. It was the funniest moment, too... he went full throttle to catch a long pass going to the left wing and jumped with all his might for a supposed header. The Real Madrid penalty area was deserted, if he caught the ball, he could slot it in the goal with only Iker Casillas to worry about. He could have caught it, too, but an unsuspecting Raul Albiol, who went ahead of Messi, was aiming for the ball as well. Both were looking up, and Messi collided with the massive back of Albiol... with Messi airborne, they were the same height! :) So, it looked like, he went to jump on Albiol! :) Turning and seeing that that was an opportunity to fish a yellow card - for Messi! sweeeet! - Albiol allowed himself to drop bottom-flat on the grass, a full second after the collision. And it looked rather silly, like a GMC Yukon was toppled to its side by a Mini Cooper! :) The referee blew his whistle. Mourinho held his breath. It was a foul... no yellow card. Messi apologized and acknowledged the referee's decision by giving him thumbs-up. Mourinho squirmed in the stands. :)

And then, the Messi magic dazzled at Bernabéu - a welcome respite. Aaaah.... He finally opened up the scoring doors at the 76th minute of play, and reminded the men in the pitch that they were playing football, not wrestling. Sent through and backed up by his army of Blaugranas midfielders led by Xavi Hernandez, who caught the ball from Messi himself who was trapped in a makeshift enclosure of four men, including Sergio Ramos. Xavi moved the ball swiftly to safety, looked around quickly and spotted Pedro Rodriguez's substitute, Ibrahim Afellay, on the right wing and made a pointed pass to him. Fresh from the bench, Affellay received the ball and burst to a sprint towards the goal in the same quick breath, with Marcelo matching his steps, alerting Iker Casillas. Ramos heard Casillas call for defenders and turned to sprint for his defending duties, putting a gap on Messi's enclosure. Messi brilliantly managed to escape his other markers and sprinted towards the center of the goal, matching Affellay's speed, and beating Sergio Ramos to get one step ahead. Afellay saw Messi just in time and kicked a low cross towards Messi before Marcelo could steal the ball from him. Casillas sprang to stop Affelay's charge, underestimating Messi's speed. Messi caught the ball nicely ahead of Ramos and sneaked in his 51st goal for the season at short range against Spain's #1 goalkeeper Iker Casillas, who was rendered powerless to stop him. It was an exciting and beautiful goal that came after 76 minutes of ugliness in Bernabéu. It was worth celebrating, of course! I was clapping noisily over my head in the darkness of my living room some minutes after 4 o'clock in the morning to join the Barҫa celebration! :)

With just a little more than three minutes before the final whistle, Leo received a pass from Sergio Busquets somewhere around the midfield. With the clock ticking away towards end game, the exhausted Blaugranas and the despirited 10-man Merengues were scattered in the field. Messi, as always, playing like a gleeful little boy that finally took possession of the ball, set his sight past Iker Casillas as soon as the ball reached his foot. He then dashed to the goal purposely. Realizing that the rocket of a little man had locked his target on the goal, the Merengue defenders snapped out of their sleepwalk to hound Messi all at once. He zigzagged between two towering Merengues and then swerved swiftly to his right to avoid a collision with the speeding Marcelo in the right wing and to lose Albiol at his heel. Iker Casillas made his move to meet the little man's kick towards the right side of his goal, advancing, closing the gate there. Sergio Ramos was at full throttle, speeding towards the right wing from the center to block Messi's shot before the little man could even launch it, Marcelo and Albiol changed direction to help counter Messi's strike and Arbeloa ran to the center of the goal to defend. Having been beaten earlier by Messi by one step, Ramos refused to be beaten again, and so, he lept from his run and flew with one leg outstretched. But as Ramos was airborne, Messi, with his weaker right foot, guided the ball beautifully underneath Ramos's outstretched leg in flight, towards the left gate, past Iker Casillas's right foot, in front of Marcelo and Albiol behind him. Arbeloa wheeled with all his might to chase the ball, but the ball was well on its way into Iker Casillas's goal to hit the left net from the inside. And then, it did - hit the net! Messi's unprecedented 52nd goal for the season just registered in the books of football records, leaving five Merengues open-mouthed in disbelief!

There was an incredible second of awed silence in Bernabéu - including the Barҫa bleachers. The moment took everybody's breath away! And then, Bernabéu erupted to wild cheers for the sheer awesomeness of Lionel Messi! You have got to hate football with all the lustful hatred there is in your core and in the fibers of your being to not appreciate that moment! All the 87 minutes of nasty football dissolved and forgotten in the unbelievable beauty by which Lionel Messi moved the ball across the field with incredible speed, dribbling grace, quick thinking and certainty of movements even against the towering figures in his way. After that breathless second, the Blaugranas encased Messi in a wall of appreciative embrace rather than the usual celebratory group hug. Even the Barҫa bench reserves couldn't help themselves, they ran to Messi to show appreciation! Bernabéu applauded in appreciation, too. The dejected Merengues all looked to where Mourinho sat in the stands... he, too, seemed mesmerized - blank expression.

It took me more than a second to react... I was still wide-eyed, mouth opened in amazement, until that moment when the usually very reserved Xavi Hernandez lifted Lionel Messi to his waist after the group celebration to show his appreciation for the little man's single handed efforts to put Barcelona in the "safety zone" as they take the second leg of their Champions League semi-final back to Camp Nou on Tuesday.

And so, thank goodness for the incredible La Pulga, the first leg of that Champions League semi-final tie can still be considered a football match!

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How did it/will this end?

In the next three minutes towards the final whistle, the broken Merengues had no reply for Messi's magic. They ambled aimlessly in their own backyard, still digesting what had just took place there. And the Madridistas in Bernabéu was as silent as if 10 Galacticos - inflated by incredible ego via that recent Copa del Rey victory and those Mourinho-orchestrated press rooms invincibility image boosts - were falling on them... about to crush them to a painful death! They looked to their "Special One" for salvation... but he, too, was choking in his own venomous "anti-football" vomit - relegated shamefully to the stands, and guarded by security like a common criminal... like a true puto amo!

Why, oh, why? Why didn't Mou use his attacking trio of Kaka, Karim Benzema and Gonzalo Higuain who combined beautifully in their joyful 3-6 win over Valencia CF in the Mestalla last weekend? It would have been fun to have seen Xavi Hernandez, Lionel Messi and David Villa go up against those three in Bernabéu, and challenge the Barҫa defenders against strikes rather than in fist fight. It would have been a fantastic display of speed, quick decisions, lyrical moves and teamwork that would've brought out the best of those incredibly talented men from both sides... it would've been a contest of awesome playmaking and breathtaking shotmaking worthy of a UEFA Champions League semi-final. Why, oh, why, Mou? Why do you have to be a "puto amo" rather than a true "Special One"? Shame!

And Pep Guardiola was vindicated! Always an idealist and a purist football coach who view football with so much romanticism, he may not have the trained sophisticated sarcasm to win the "word war" against Mourinho (dang, Pep, but why the "f word", though? You realized your kids were watching, right?), but he won the MATCH - the FOOTBALL MATCH!! The match that matters. He may have unwillingly compromised some of his personal principles, matching El Puto Amo's "anti-football" tactic by allowing his men's silly theatrics in the field (but please don't do that again, Pep), but he remained faithful to the beautiful game of football with which Barҫa thrives as an excellent team! He insisted to play football on the pitch no matter how much Mourinho and his men pushed him and his men to abandon the game for a brawn match. After Pepe's ouster, when the most loyal to Mourinho's "anti-football" philosophy was out of the game and Mourinho himself was far enough not to be able to cast his negative spell, and those who remained on the pitch were true-to-heart football players, both Blaugranas and Merengues... the romanticism for the game shone forth once more - echoing Guardiola's true devotion to the game.

It's hard for Mourinho to accept that Guardiola is truly a brilliant coach/manager, too. And his brilliance will die hard, because it roots from his heart, and those who truly love the sport would gravitate to him whose heart beats for the sport they love. In that aspect, Mourinho will never outshine Guardiola. Mourinho is just too proud to acknowledge this, he just have to help create a situation that leads to, in his own word, "scandal", and then spin it as if Guardiola's side benefited from such a "scandal"! And he, Mourinho, wonders why Pep couldn't win a title without "scandal"? It's because he wouldn't let him! Whether Guardiola and his men win or lose, Mourinho wants the world's attention to himself! Aaargh... Hey, jealousy! Shame, shame!

So, how would this semi-final end?

One option, Mou could change tactics and allow his charges to play football with Barҫa in the second leg, and for the world to see who, indeed, between these two clubs are superior in football - on the pitch. As the world has always suspected, Barcelona would probably get the upperhand. Otherwise, why else does Mourinho insist on his "anti-football" tactic if he truly believed that he had an unbeatable football team? Obviously, he fears that when it goes down to just football, his big and expensive men would be hammered by the brilliant Catalans who are mostly of diminutive physical stature and with comparably very modest monetary value. While it's true that the Merengues may lose, but the world would see the beautiful football the they are actually capable of, too. Los Blancos deserve to be given a chance to play football in this all-important tournament, and Barҫa deserves as much, too. With the pained and frustrated expressions on their faces, it was obvious that many of Real Madrid's talents, most notably Cristiano Ronaldo, and even Iker Casillas, Kaka, Xabi Alonso and Sergio Ramos, who are all world-class award-winning footballers, are dying to play the Catalans on a "leveled" playing field where true footballing grit can be accurately measured! Which competitive and truly talented sportsman wouldn't want that? But as Cristiano Ronaldo admitted, while he doesn't prefer the defensive tactic adapted by his team, he could only do what the team (translation: Mourinho) asks of him to do. *sigh* But then, it's Cristiano Ronaldo... so, you'd never really know. :) Seriously though, what would stop Mou from unleashing the talents of Los Blancos? The risk of another embarrassment of losing to Guardiola... so, mostly he is protecting his own ego. Shame!

The other option is Mou may stay selfish and stubborn. He could continue using Real Madrid as his own weapon to gain personal glory and reiterate a personal philosophy of winning rather than the Real Madrid philosophy with blatant disregard to the wonderful talents in his squad, and continue his "anti-football" campaign against the Blaugranas. In that case, the world will endure another painful 90 minutes of ugliness and silliness - maybe even worse next time - depending on how soon Lionel Messi burst to his genius self again. But the football fans around the world deserve to see breathtaking football, which these two sides could very well deliver, being two of the best (if not the best) in the world today! They owe it to their followers and the football loyalists in the world, more so, out of respect for their colleagues in the football world who have spent their lives elevating this wonderful sport to the apex of admirable skills, personal discipline and sportsmanship on and off the pitch. Sadly, however, much of this depend on how Mourinho decides to play his card next time - on and off the pitch.

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Photo credits: All photos were grabbed from Zimbio - thanks.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Let's stick to futbol...

...shall we?
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by Philipina A. Marcelo


So, on the eve of the UEFA Champions League semi-final match between the two Spanish Giants, FC Barcelona and Real Madrid FC, Mourinho finally got what he had been wishing for all these time! No, it wasn't really the Copa del Rey... it was a pointed reply from Pep Guardiola for Mourinho's press conference jibes!

For the longest time now, José Mourinho had been trying to drag Pep Guardiola into that tactician pig sty where he, Mourinho, is lord. He had been wanting to annoint the always-proper Guardiola as his #2 in press conference rooms. The job description, however, is something too filthy for a gentleman like Guardiola could ever fill in. But when annoying pokes and frustrating insinuations by Mourinho that were pointless enough to be ignored by the caballero manager for the Catalans turned to blatant accusations and malicious shoves, Guardiola reacted to protect his and Barҫa's reputation. He shoved back!

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He said, he said...

Mourinho accused Guardiola of making excuses for losing the Copa del Rey, blaming referees for supposed erroneous decisions, which supposedly caused them the Copa. In his press conference, Mourinho said: "Up to now we have had two types of coaches. A very small group of coaches who never speak to the referees."

"After that, there is a bigger group, of whom I am one, who criticise the referees when they make huge errors. But it is also a group who are happy to highlight the good work of the referee.

"And now, with the declaration of Pep the other day, we are entering a new era with a third group, which for the moment includes only him, who criticise the correct decision of the referee.

"I am not asking the referee to help my team. If the referee is good everyone will be happy - except Guardiola. He wants them to get it wrong."

In response, Guardiola replied in his own press conference: "Because Mr Mourinho used my name directly I will do the same.

"Away from the pitch he has had the upper hand so I award him his own personal Champions League for that.

"We worked together for four years. He knows me and I know him and that's what I will remember and focus on.

"It leaves a bad taste when someone you have worked with believes what he reads rather than you.

"I simply congratulated Madrid after the final. If you think that his allegation that I always complain about the referees is true after you've all heard me over the last three years, well there's nothing I can do.

"I try not to play his game off the pitch. He’s much better than me at it. I represent an institution that believes that this is not the best way to do things."

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The real issue...

...uhm, nah, it isn't Shakira and Gerard Piqué, nah-uh. The real issue is the first leg of Barcelona and Real Madrid's semi-final tie in the UEFA Champions League.

In November last year, Barҫa hammered the Merengues in a totally embarrassing fashion, especially for Mourinho, with a 5-0 victory at Camp Nou in their first El Clásico for the 2010-2011 season of La Liga. The loss relegated Real Madrid in the second place of the La Liga Table, with Barcelona the towering leader. They met again last April 16 in the return to Estadio Santiago Bernabéu. Mourinho made a few adjustments with the Los Blancos tactical game, coming up with counter attack for the Catalans's tiki-taka based attacking game. Mourinho's counter was not pretty, in fact, it was highly criticised by many, including Real Madrid's honorary President and former great, Alfredo di Stefano as "anti-football".

Mourinho's "special treatment" for Barҫa was a defensive tactic with a defensive midfield that disallowed the Catalans's beautiful tiki-taka play. While it was rock-solid and almost impossible to penetrate at the back even by the terriffic trio of Lionel Messi, Andres Iniesta and Xavi Hernandez, with the "bus parked" back there, its offensive element was far from lethal - lame, in fact. Barҫa still controlled ball possession at about 71%, and was more valiant in attacking. It left Real Madrid as a "mouse" to Barcelona's "mighty lion", to paraphrase di Stefano.

La Liga's second El Clásico for the season in Bernabéu, and the first in a series of four in a span of 18 days ended with a draw at 1-1, with both goals produced on penalty kicks by the main men of the two sides: Lionel Messi for Barcelona, Cristiano Ronaldo for Real Madrid. Following the sending off of Raul Albiol on the 54th minute after he brought down David Villa - a decision criticized by Mourinho, which sent Lionel Messi for a spot kick, Real Madrid played most of the second half of the match with only 10 men. Therefore, they were thought to have ended the match with a moral win. From then on, jibes and mind games, led by the spin doctor Mourinho started. Pep Guardiola played a very passive role in the "word war". He had three good reasons for playing that role. First, they remain the leader, with an almost "untouchable" status in the La Liga Table with clear 8 points lead above Los Blancos. Second, the Copa del Rey was still up for grabs. And third, the UEFA Champions League semi-final was yet to be played and decided. Guardiola wanted to stick to the job in front of him, and it involves football - only.

El Clásico Dos was played on April 20: the final for Copa del Rey, which was won by Real Madrid, 1-0. The win came through a beautiful playmaking between Marcelo and Ángel Di Maria, which was finished by Cristiano Ronaldo in a fantastic header midway through the extension time. For Mourinho, the Copa win was important. He was able to show how his "anti-football" approach works to win silverware for the three-year silverware-starved Real Madrid, which to him, was the job at hand. The win by the Merengues effectively silenced many of Mourinho's critics, and the Madridistas welcomed him as the savior who will finally snatch back Spanish football kingship for Madrid from Catalonia. But more importantly, it deflated Barҫa's bigger-than-life image of invincibility and it boosted Real Madrid's confidence as the all-important El Clásico Tres approached - the first leg of the semi-final tie between Barcelona and Real Madrid at the Bernabéu.

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The stakes

Prior to El Clásico Uno y Dos, and especially after the mighty 5-0 thrashing of the Los Blancos and the severe bruising of Mourinho's European Champion ego, Barcelona is admired as the best Football Club of Europe... and probably, in the world! The dispute then was whether Pep Guardiola's Barcelona with their lyrical tiki-taka was the best squad ever to play football. But after the 1-1 draw and 0-1 loss to Real Madrid in El Clásico Uno y Dos, respectively, Barҫa is left with the big challenge of re-establishing its position as the best Football Club against the curiously all-of-a-sudden very formidable Real Madrid. Yes, it could be the worst nightmare for Pep Guardiola. All of a sudden, his was the side that needed to prove itself! All of a sudden, Mourinho is the manager to beat, and his "anti-football" tactic the approach that needed countering! All of a sudden, Barcelona is the more vulnerable side beside the all-of-a-sudden mightier than might itself Real Madrid! All of this, thanks to Mourinho's masterful spinning in the press rooms!

But because it is football, the "real battle" is on the pitch! And that's where Guardiola and the Blaugranas want to meet Mourinho and Los Blancos!

Of course, the stakes are higher for Barcelona! And more so for Pep Guardiola. After all, his was the side that won the treble in 2009 - his first year as a Barҫa manager. The tremendous feat earned him the distinction of being the youngest manager ever to win the UEFA Champions League title at 38 years. He beat Mourinho's English Premier League side then, Chelsea FC, in the semi-final stage and went on to win the title against Manchester United FC. However, last year, Mourinho was the man who stopped Guardiola from repeating his Catalan side's great feat in 2009 by defeating Barҫa at the same stage in the UEFA Champions League with his Italian Serie A side, Internazionale Milan. This year, he threatens to do the same along with Real Madrid, and it is easy to imagine how Guardiola may be haunted by his Catalan side's thwarted effort in their very own Camp Nou to come back in the semi-final after a first leg 3-1 defeat in San Siro by the Mourinho managed side. The Catalans won 1-0 in Camp Nou but they lost the tie 3-2 on aggregate.

On the other hand, while Mourinho himself has a lot to lose, Real Madrid - the team - has nothing to lose, and so much to gain. For Mou, it's all about ego and fitting nicely into the "Special One" suit that he designed for himself. In his mind, everything is all about himself - his bid at becoming the first manager to win the UEFA Champions League title - thrice with three different clubs from three different countries! For Los Blancos, it's about a great transformation from scattered individual talents to a well-organized team with formidable unique game. So, they won the Copa... but that doesn't need defending, nor was it enough to establish them as a team that could eclipse the Catalans and their beautiful game. If they lose in the hands of Guardiola's Barҫa, and lose any chance for the Champions League title this year, they could always say they were a "young team" that is still evolving... and next year should be fantastic. And maybe, it would be, too. If they went on to win against Barҫa, they would finally be that team that successfully made it gelling into a wonderful band of players that has the potential of dominating European football. More importantly, experiencing early the sweet sensation of being the more dominant team over their bitter rivals who have been widely regarded as Europe's brightest for some years now.

Understandably, because the stakes are high for Pep Guardiola and his men, he reacted when he was being pushed rather forcefully and provocatively - he had a great amount of weight he was balancing on his shoulders. No matter how hardened with experience those shoulders were, an extra push would certainly ruin the precarious equilibrium even when it may be true that the degree of provocation can only be judged by the provoked, and giving in to provocation is a test of character. Pep Guardiola had successfully ignored all sorts of provocations from the Mourinho camp - always turning the other cheek. He is a gentleman and he knew he had the upperhand on the pitch anyway - especially if real football was to be played! But when malicious pokes, unhumorous jibes and provocative pushes turned to blatant character assassination, he shoved back!

To me, Guardiola's action was not giving in to provocation... it was a great effort to disallow the massacre of the beautiful world of football in the hands of an ambition-deranged man who calls himself "Special"! It's a way of saying: ENOUGH ALREADY! I can imagine how frustrating it must be for him. Here he was, trying to make adjustments to counter Mou's "anti-football" without compromising Barҫa's beautiful game that catapulted them to the apex of European football - a respectful act, I must say, to the admirers of football as a sport all around the globe. And here's Mou, trying to derail him and his Catalan warriors with his cheap shots - in the press room! Such is the curse of playing a squad managed by the "Special One"! In any case, it is never acceptable to provoke a fellow sportsman in or away from the playing field... especially away from the playing field where many things said can be interpreted and re-written is so many varied ways, and affect the way the game is played in the field. The fact, however, that Guardiola almost plunged in the sty where Mourinho happily splashes on a regular basis just to cut the latter's venomous tongue so football could be played without the negative spell that Mourinho's words weaves on and off the pitch tells of the intensity of purpose and will of the Catalans as soon as the opening whistle is blown in Bernabéu!

May fair play prevail... may the best side triumph!


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Photo credits: All photos were grabbed from various sites - thanks.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Happy Easter!!

And I'm happy, it's Easter!
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by Philipina A. Marcelo


It's Easter Sunday!

God is Love... and He's alive! And the Christian world rejoices once again, celebrating the fulfillment of a promise, the promise of resurrection from death - the death from sin! A New Hope has risen... New Life, New Beginning. And we thank Him - the One who is almighty, all glorious and all loving for this gift of New Life filled with marvelous beauty.

Happy Easter to all!

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And he did it... resurrected to a "new life"!

After 732 minutes of goal-less run since he changed jersey colors from Red to Blue and a total of 903 minutes including his run with Spain's National team, Fernando "El Niño" Torres has finally done it! He valiantly broke through the death of a depressed striker's goal drought to give Chelsea their second goal in their 3-0 win against West Ham at Stamford Bridge!

"From today, a new life," was what Carlo Ancelotti - Chelsea's coach - said about Torres's accomplishment, and Chelsea's chances for a title as the present season approaches its end. Torres's first goal for The Blues couldn't have come at a most opportune time. The win brought Chelsea to second place in the Barclays Premier League Table after ambling in the third place for sometime. Now, they are only six points below the leaders Manchester United FC and three points above third placer Arsenal FC. The Blues badly needed the win to get ahead of former second place, Arsenal, and keep their target of capturing the Premier League title within reach after being knocked out by Manchester United in the UEFA Champions League quarter-finals recently.

El Niño was thankful to his team-mates who never lost their faith in him, and supported him all throughout the time when he was struggling to break his scoring duck. I have seen many of their matches when Fernando Torres started playing with them... their enthusiasm in playing with him, and the trust as the playmakers passed the ball to him for a strike was unwavering - even when most of the chances they made were wasted as Torres missed one chance after another. Some of it may have even caused them their bid for the UEFA Champions League title. Pity.

Torres himself never stopped trying, even amidst criticisms from pundits and doubters asking if he was really worth £50m. When he wasn't trying to score, he was working to give a crucial assist to his team-mates, until Ancelotti finally set his foot under the pressure of Chelsea owners to win: while he sympathized with Torres, "Chelsea comes first."

And so, for the past couple of games or so, Torres sat as substitute for fellow striker Didier Drogba, no longer a part of the first 11. But he kept his cool and patience - always playing his part in the team when he comes on to play for the last 10 to 20 minutes of playtime, trying to make opportunities to score for himself and his team-mates. He behaved in the same way in their match with West Ham. When he came on for Drogba in the second half, he quietly got to work, providing a wonderful assist to Nicolas Anelka, which unfortunately didn't finish to a goal.

El Niño tried again, this time for a goal... it failed. When an opportunity presented itself in the rainsoaked Stamford Bridge, he raced to the goal with two West Ham defenders hounding him. The Stamford Bridge crowd were up on their feet and roared.

Could this be the day?

The field, which was soaked in the pouring rain, grabbed the ball away from Torres's feet as he sped towards the center of the goal. Realizing that he lost the ball, he slowed down to a screech and turned around for it, enabling a third defender to catch up with him, the other two defenders getting in front of him, and the goalkeeper had time to position himself for a save. The crowd let out another one of those now-familiar sighs of disappointment as they expected another foiled Torres attempt for a goal. But none of those seemed to deter El Niño from breaking through the curse of goal-less runs. He kept his composure... he reached for the ball with one foot, regained his balance, twisted his body quickly for a different angle other than what the three defenders and the goalkeeper were anticipating, and fired a passionate kick to the corner of the goal! Stamford Bridge gasped....

He made it!

And there was no one in Stamford Bridge who was not on his feet and cheering, admiring the determination of a very much criticized football warrior to turn fate's cruel curse around to his favor - and his team's favor, making all Chelsea fans ecstatic with absolute delight! I myself almost showered myself with my coffee as I shot up on my feet to cheer - from thousands of miles away! The next scene is well familiar - a whole team jumping to form a blue human pyramid on top of Torres amidst the pouring rain, and their supporters celebrating in frenzied cheers. A truly lovely moment! :)

Aaaah, the beauty of football - so unbelievable, nothing like it! :)

And here, the gift of Easter to El Niño and to Chelsea - "a new life"!


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Photo credits: All photos were grabbed from Zimbio - thanks.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

When it rains, it pours...

...would that be the winning scenario for Real Madrid within the next two weeks?
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by Philipina A. Marcelo


It's extremely annoying - it is!

Yes, it is annoying that none of the FOUR sports channels in my local cable TV subscription covers the Spanish La Liga and the Copa del Rey! Sure, between the four of them, they cover the UEFA Champions League, the Barclays Premier League and the FA Cup, and even the AFC Premier League, but why they wouldn't cover La Liga or some of Bundesliga and the Italian Serie A is beyond me! While one channel covers all those boring(est) golf tournaments in the most(est) remote(st) places on the face of the earth, it wouldn't cover the matches of among the BIGGEST football clubs with the BIGGEST and BRIGHTEST football superstars on the planet... and in the whole universe! Where is justice in that? Please tell me 'cause I don't see it! Do they even realize that football is the MOST WATCHED sport on planet earth and that La Liga's giants - FC Barcelona and Real Madrid CF - are two of the BIGGEST clubs that are playing football today??? And here we are in Manila so deprived of the juiciest of all matches eversince football was played in this universe - El Clásico!! Aaaarrrgh....

Anyway, I'm "too poor" to keep paying to watch the live streaming of the matches on internet, so I have been relying on BBC's and guardian.com.uk's "as it happened" blog coverage and on YouTube, of course, to follow La Liga's El Clásico last April 16 (the 17th here in Manila, actually) and the Copa del Rey finals just a few hours back, also between Real Madrid CF and FC Barcelona - the second of the El Clásico quartet within three weeks.

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El Clásico Uno

The April 16 El Clásico in Estadio Santiago Bernabéu for La Liga, I gathered, was a bomb constantly ticking from the opening whistle to the final whistle. Of course, the whole world now knows that it ended in a draw, 1-1, with Lionel Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo providing a goal each for the Catalans and Los Blancos, respectively - via penalty kick. With the divided opinions among experts and former greats from the two clubs, it seems that the Catalans had the upperhand all throughout the match, with more than 70% of ball possession... and the Merengues resorted to rough play, with even the usually venerable San Iker Casillas bringing down David Villa on one occasion, which was "missed" by the referee. In the second-half of the duel, Raul Albiol brought down David Villa, earning the Catalans a penalty kick and Albiol a red card. Lionel Messi's spot kick on 53' sent the ball to the ceiling of the net, which Iker Casillas couldn't stop, putting Barҫa in front. It all looked like Barcelona are on their way back to Camp Nou with a 1-0 win, but Dani Alves chased a speeding Marcelo towards the goal, Alves flew with an outstretched leg, Marcelo fell - penalty kick for Real Madrid! CR7 took the kick on the 82' successfully, not giving Victor Valdes a chance to have a hold on the ball, rekindling hope in Bernabéu. The Merengues held on to the draw with 10 men until the final whistle. The duel closed with the 10-man Real Madrid squad feeling like the winner, leaving the Catalans wondering about what just happened in Bernabéu.

Now, here's what happened... Pep Guardiola chose to stick to their beautiful tiki-taka-based attacking game plan that powered them to success against the Merengues in their previous five meetings - the last of which ending in a sweet 5-0 win for the Catalans. The "Special One" countered with a solid-as-a-rock defense at the back and hardened defensive midfield. Mou's approach left a scoring impaired midfield - impotent in launching attacks that will allow its strikers to penetrate the Catalan goal - making Los Blancos resort to long passes on their few attacks. While Mou's plan left Real Madrid making very few chances to score, it also almost "killed" the Barҫa offense, preventing them from doing another 5-0 massacre. Clearly, Mou forced the Catalans out of their comfort zone, and made them play in Real Madrid's terms... actually, Mourinho's terms! Who says that can't be done anyway? Who says that all clubs that play Barҫa should play the Catalan game? "Not my Club - no way," was what Mou seemed to have drawled in his usual self-assured tone between pursed lips. If that didn't stop Guardiola on his tracks to frown at the Special One's "special treatment" for Barҫa, then he isn't as sharp as I thought he was. It's either that, or he is in denial... that Mourinho actually has just managed to transform the three-year-win-comatose Real Madrid into a mightily monstrous force! No, that wasn't meant to flatter Real Madrid! What is clear, however, is that Mou's success with Inter in the previous term in dismantling Barҫa's game in the Champions League semi-final was no hoax.

Obviously, Mou is in it to win it! No frills, no "beautiful football", no entertaining football dances in the field... dang, he even grew the grass taller and left the field dry to make sure no Barҫa dances took place in Bernabéu! No spectacular goals from a spectacular playmaking - thus, the preference for Xabi Alonso over the playmaking rising superstar Mesut Özil in the starting 11. He planned to use muscle and height over the Catalans's quick but of diminutive stature frontline and midfield. He wanted to scare them off... he wanted to destroy their usual courage as they penetrate even the tightest of all defensive walls via speed and tiki-taka. He wanted to give them something to think about: get a goal, lose a limb. He wanted to render tiki-taka useless and obsolete by using what he had - physically dominant players who could lord over Barҫa's brilliant "midgets" who joyfully fire at will when tied together in a hunt-in-pack formation. He wanted to scatter that formation. He wanted to feed the Madridistas' thirst for Barcelona blood and crazed obssession to see a silverware in their three-year empty shelves. Mou just wanted to win the freaking League title, and any title that's there for the taking for that matter, that's all!

The "Special One" doesn't care about entertaining football. He is a business man... he was hired by Madrid to take care of business - to put silverwares in the Bernabéu shelves. He is only doing what he was hired for. Those who are expecting football of classical beauty, they should just go get a DVD of old Clásicos and soak themselves in 'em 'cause that's not what Mourinho signed up for! As Mou's mouth foamed whenever a flash of silver caught his peripheral vision, Pep Guardiola should take heed... he has a silverware-obssessed man opposite him. If he dared to donate one, it wouldn't stop Mou - he'd want 'em all! Therefore, Guardiola should proceed with caution. This is no time for playing sentimental and romantic football. Clearly, Mourinho has no respect for the El Clásico tradition that old greats like Alfredo di Stefano and Johan Cruyff are keen of preserving. He has no respect for any football tradition for that matter! He just wants to win! Period. That's all the football tradition he cared about. And, he has managed to turn his Real Madrid charge and most Madridistas to silverware-crazed lot, too. Now, they rally behind him! But is that bad? I'd say it's a legitimate cause - no matter how frustratingly cheap! After all, it's football - it's still a sport, where winning is still the simplest acceptable measure of greatness. And the "Special One", for all his self-declared "specialness" is of "simple mind" - the "win-it mind". Now, the rest of the Merengues are most willing to follow him to the pits of hell for HIS quest for silverwares! Ask Sergio Ramos... and even San Iker! Mou has effectively used their hunger for winning to resurrect them from their winless coma and fired them up with his nothing-else-matters-but-winning venom!

So, what to do, Pep?

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El Clásico Dos

Hala, Madrid! 1-0, finally a silverware for Los Blancos! They won the Copa del Rey title after... uhmmm, what, 2,354 years? =) I can imagine how the Madridistas are spitting in front of any Barҫa fan in sight now! And why not? They just found their mojo, and it's pretty "Special", too! But yeah, after that three-year title drought, they deserve a great celebration - I'll give that to them. Never mind that it was a lame tournament and that the officiating was absolutely horrific! That's all they can afford right now... so, I'll let them be happy. The winning goal - an admittedly teriffic bullet header at 103rd minute during extra time - came from CR7... of all muscles, er, people! :) Yeah, that Marcelo and Ángel di Maria's beautiful 1-2 pass that got the ball to Ronaldo, which he finished beautifully as well - I give that to him, was indeed wonderful playmaking! Perfect timing, wondeful height, accurate as a laser - beautiful!

I have been wishing to see the coverage of this match while reading the blow-by-blow account on-line as it happened! I wanted to see how Mou did it. As I read news stories on-line minutes after the match, it made me wonder how even the supercool Lionel Messi got really "frustrated" that his talents were rendered nearly insignificant in the match, if that was at all possible. Thanks to Sky Sports and their analyses of the match, I got to see the highlights - via YouTube, of course! :) Thanks, thanks! Needless to say, my heart was pumping like mad... and what I saw left me breathless. Yeah, I can totally see how Mou's tactic was so effective in derailing the mostly incredible purist footballers of Catalonia! The Azulgranas were so spread out, with lots of big white figures all around them that won't allow them to gel into a cohesive force - effective defensive strategy there by Real Madrid. They took it to the Catalans in the midfield. While Los Blancos were also spread out to block the Catalans from forming into a pack, their very long strides easily allow them to gel into a massive spear on attack when the Catalans defense falter a bit, always ready to pounce - so menacing! Well, at least, in the first half.

So that's how Leo Messi got totally frustrated - they actually built a massive wall around him, he could barely move more than a few meters. Here, you see Mou proving Harry Redknapp (Tottenham Hotspurs manager) wrong when HR said that Messi is so amazing, he's almost "unplayable". I can imagine that Mou assigned the little man to about six of his towering men with clear instructions, "when he moves, all six of you move! He is not to play beautiful football! And, he is not to get anywhere close to the goal - by ALL means. Track him. I don't care if it's 'til the pits of Timbuktu. Track him... or I'd track you!" =) Seriously, if you were of Messi's physical stature, how do you deal with a makeshift wall composed of the scary and terribly unethical player Pepe, the physically able but lame head who should know better Xabi Alonso and the the very-willing-to-engage-because-Mou-said-so Sami Khedira, with the menacing and horrible as the devil himself Sergio Ramos together with his evil brother Alvaro Arbeola and, uhm, Armani model Cristiano Ronaldo waiting in the offing to join in? How do you escape when they gang up on you when you're dribbling to complete a play, especially when your pack are so far spread out and everyone seemingly trapped like that? How do you deal with rough players like these who are bent to break your leg and refuse to play football? I can almost hear Mourinho saying, "let Pep Guardiola figure it out... if he can! Mmwah-hahahaha (lightning, thurderbolts...)!" There you go, Harry - that's how you play Lionel Messi! While it's frustrating, I have to say it's fair enough! Once again, it's all about winning - Mourinho style!

That's Mou for you... he is not shy about doing "whetever it takes", pushing it even to the grey areas of football rules, if it meant securing a silverware for his team, and him being hailed as the "Most(est) Special One" - by himself. Perhaps, to him, Messi is just this "unspecial" little (non)man who kept stealing his thunder in those Awards Gala! :) Messi, in Mou's little black book, should be stopped by all means! While Cristiano Ronaldo would love very much to be in Messi's little shoes during those gala, he wouldn't risk getting scathed - so, no chance there. And, if Xabi Alonso is too soft to bear seeing the little phenomenon writhing in pain, Mou would get the deranged and devil-possessed Sergio Ramos to do the job. If Ramos was unavailable due to red card, he knew he could always rely on Pepe, Arbeola and Carvalho... and even Khedira. But yeah, seriously, why is Sergio Ramos so keen on hurting Messi physically, he'd elbow him or gets in front of him and then steps on the brakes all of a sudden so Messi's face collides with his elbow or massive shoulder - so subtle that the referee wouldn't notice it? Sure he's a defender... but shouldn't he be defending the Los Blancos goal by stopping the ball, and not the striker dead on his tracks or with a broken bone? Even the ever patient Leo appeared to have had it with the devil in Ramos, even showing Ramos "the fist" at some point, like he was 6 feet tall! Very cute! :) Seriously, what's up with Ramos? Has he gone mad? And why is he so "kissy-kissy" with Mou? Did Mou used his voodoo doll on him? Okay, I should really stop, I'm being silly! :)

But, yeah... oh, Pep, how do you solve a "Special Problem" like Mourinho? Should you turn yourself into a "Special Someone" now? No? Not your cup of tea? That's fine, being "Special" doesn't always equate to being "Beloved", anyway... especially if one was a self-declared "special"! Aw, gosh, do I sound bitter!! :)

See, this is why I've resisted for the longest time to write a sports blog - I could be really horrible and biased! =D

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Photo credits: All photos were grabbed from Zimbio - thanks!

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

What's up, fam?

Family milestones = bonding time + relaxation time
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by Philipina A. Marcelo


Milestones were reached by two family members within the past month or so. And, being among those exhausted big city dwellers with stressful careers, my sisters and I turned the important events to an "excuse" to take our minds from work and relax. I guess when you are in the peripheries of midlife, "frenzied celebrations" that are sometimes "soaked in alcohol" and deafening noise become obsolete! And you tend to equate celebration with relaxation... some quiet downtime and catching-up time with family, or alone time highlighted by some personal pampering. Well, at least, that has become my celebration philosophy lately, which my sisters share. :) And so, last weekend, together with two sisters and our sister-in-law, we took the kids to a weekend of laid-back fun at the historical Manila Hotel in the heart of the storied Intramuros area - the famous old Walled City of Manila. Our youngest sister and her fiancé also dropped by to join the "fun", and then took-off for some work-related stuff. You can tell, they are young! :)

Our Manila Hotel weekend was a time spent beautifully with the most beautiful people in my life. I'm sure that it will all go into that "box" of beautiful memories in my heart. :)


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Moving up, one bracket up

My nephew, Juan Paulo Miguel - my brother's son - completed his elementary education last March and is now preparing for High School. While, indeed a milestone, it was extra-special for us because Migs is only eleven years old! While he didn't bring home one of those "round metal pieces" they give out for outstanding achievements, we take pride in knowing that he has been growing up responsibly, converting most of his little boy's "play time" to valuable education time. This, while being such a funny person with a kind heart - so lovable! :) This early, he understands the importance of good education and having good aspirations for the future. While he is still debating between becoming an excellent international chef and a good medical doctor... with the former gaining greater grounds lately, he is certain that he would like to be "something" and "someone" when the time comes. And so, he prays for it. :) We don't push him to dream of anything, but we do motivate him to push himself. We are careful not to take away the joy of childhood from him by letting him mature naturally, at a pace he is comfortable with. So far, we are happy with his progress. He does falter once in a while, succumbing to his "little boy's" curiousity - what-if-I-did-that-what-will-happen naughtiness - but nothing that provokes serious anger. If anything, it only renders us "useful" as a source of invaluable advice and moral support, and to always strive to be good role models to him and his siblings.

I know that Migs is fast becoming a resposible young man despite his young age. He is fast showing his admirable character as a person, especially in the way he's dealt with a supposed counter-productive experience he's had recently. He took the entrance exam at the very good High School, which is the alma mater of both his older siblings. He wanted to get into this School's Program because he has been impressed by his siblings's training, and he has been keen to receive the same training. What was really heartwarming about it is his consciousness of their mother's wish for very good education for him and his siblings. He understood the importance of fulfilling such wish, not only to bring happiness to their mother, but more importantly, to ensure a stable future for themselves. Unfortunately, he took the entrance exam in the same stressful and hectic week in his elementary school, where the added pressure of graduation was taking a toll on him. And so, he didn't make the first cut in the entrance exam.

Instead of sulking about it and being demoralized, he allowed himself to be sad for a little bit and then sat with us and asked our opinions - like an adult. While he knew that there was still a chance to salvage his exam results in his dream High School, he wanted to make sure that he had options. And so, he asked about other Schools with similar Programs. He then proceeded researching about the schools... mainly, about their alumni. Judging, mostly from the character of the alumni of the schools we suggested, he made his shortlist of three schools. He then asked his parents and siblings, and us - his aunts - if we could help arrange for him to take the entrance examinations in those schools. He prepared for the exams doubly hard, and because his elementary school graduation already passed, he was able to focus. On the day of the exams, he asked to be accompanied to the church to pray first, and then marched on to his exams. To our pride and happiness, he passed all the entrance exams! :) And so, we had a reason to celebrate! :)

More than passing the entrance exams, we were all very pleased at the way he handled his first "adult problem". He recognized his mistake, he righted it. He accepted his weakness but he didn't cry... he drew courage from our faith in him and our good wishes for him, and tried again valiantly. While he asked for divine intervention, he was very practical about it, too - he knew he had to work hard. When he finally did it, he owned up to his success but was still humble enough to say, "Hmmm, that was good. I should've prepared like that in my first exam." Yes, he is only eleven years old! :) Which aunt would not be proud of a boy like Miggy, I don't know! I just know that I am proud of him - certainly, totally! And I so love him to pieces, too! :)


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Moving up, one age group up

"Life begins at forty"... isn't that what most people say? Two years ago, when I was about to cross "that" boundary, I was skeptical about this saying, mostly because I didn't know what it really meant. But I completely subscribe to it now! :)

A younger sibling began her journey into the "beginning of life" last weekend! No, she's not forty yet... 'cause if she was, then what would that make me???? :) But, yeah, she's moving to another "age group" - quite fast. Not yet forty, but definitely no longer young either... at least, in the book of cosmetics experts. :) It's that "Turkey phase" in one's life: not really Europe, not exactly Asia either! :) As she contemplated on the wonders of being in a "Turkey phase", like me, she was skeptical. While she enjoys having enough "dough to roll" these days - one of the ultimate markers of getting into the forty something zone - she still thinks it's not flattering, in fact quite awful, to be ticking a different box in the "age group" section in those cosmetic surveys! =) So, she opted to have her approaching "hello forties" stage celebrated - properly! :) I wasn't about to "spoil" her "skepticism", which I thought was normal, so I joined her celebration - happily, of course! Besides, I needed some downtime, too! :)

My sister has always been about downtime, even when she was still a teenager. She preferred to read, listen to music and watch movies than to go, say, hiking for example! While she loves nature... she prefers spending her downtime communing with nature rather than conquering it. So, the best vacation for her wouod be reading by the beach on a sunny and breezy day, or sleeping under a tree with slow music in the background, or taking a nap on a grass or smooth rock by a sparkling spring water on a lazy, lazy day, or simply relaxing in a hammock or a rocking chair somewhere quiet and peaceful. And she is practical, too... the only thing that would make her spend money on her vacation in a big city would be a guarantee that there would be a decent museum or art gallery to explore, some architectural wonders to marvel on, or some cultural features to wonder and be fascinated about. Blame it on her training as a Philosopher. Her inclination towards Arts and Humanities and contemplative activities is bordering addiction! While I share all her Arts and Humanities idiocentric tendencies, I could also be coaxed to go hiking, or rock climbing - only if there is no game of football or tennis in play, that is! :) And so, when "Manila Hotel" was in the same sentence as "birthday celebration" for her, I knew it was because of the historical reputation of the hotel and that it was in the vicinity of Intramuros, Malate - the historical municipality of Manila, and Manila Bay, where the sunset is spectacular.

While we were in the heart of the hustle-bustle of the tourist center of Manila, at the intersection of historical streets that define Manila's cultural landscape, the birthday girl still managed to find her downtime! While the rest of us went for a night swim in the hotel's pool after strolling with her at the Luneta Park, she went on a bubble bath "date" with the bathtub! :) Hmmm, some things never changed... even at the brink of "life's beginning"! :)


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Moving up, five stars up

I have been thinking about celebrating Miggy's accomplishments and my sister's "Turkey phase". I was hoping that the celebration would be a little extra-ordinary, too - quite special, something that would give Migs a sense of accomplishment and give my sis a symbolic celebration for slowly moving from one tick box to another. And so, when Migs's sister mentioned "Manila Hotel", I was all for it! :)

What is there not to like about Manila Hotel? First of all, it's a five star hotel. :) While my family and I do not mind spending vacation in three star hotels or eating buffet in restaurants even on special occasions, we do not mind splurging on five star hotels either... especially when the reason is right. Therefore, we were excited at the idea of spending the weekend at the Manila Hotel! :) But for people like us in my family, who value substance and meaning over glitz and glamour, the real appeal of Manila Hotel is its place in our historical and cultural consciousness as Filipinos. It is beautiful - in a modest, yet very elegant way. Its simple - close to unimpressive - architecture outside, but with a surprisingly multitude of historical treasures inside is very appealing to me. It's a perfect symbol of a Filipina - a woman of substance - simple in appearance and stance, but of admirable qualities when put to the test.

The hotel is about a century old now, having started operation in 1912. And, with its old wooden and rustic muebles together with countless pieces of old artworks, mostly by Filipino greats, meticulously polished to retain their classy beauty in a carefully updated suroundings, the hotel welcomes its visitors with real Filipino warmth. Truly, age has only enhanced its elegant beauty - a true Muse of Manila Bay and a worthy mistress of the dramatic, and oh, so romantic Manila sunset!

I think that Manila Hotel best symbolizes the milestones that Migs and my sister were celebrating. Like the Manila Hotel in its young days where heroes and prominent figures took abode, Migs has proven his worth as a person of admirable character - even at a young age. Aging has proven to be a preserving potion rather than a source of rot for Manila Hotel... a transformation that best describes my sister's passing through the "Turkey phase". And so, we packed our bags for the weekend and opened ourselves to the delightful wonders of the Muse! She didn't disappoint!


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