Are you shocked? If you are then you clearly have never watched football in your life. (Welcome, Stranger! Make yourself at home.) I don’t think I have ever been less surprised by anything ever except perhaps the revelation that Britney Spears did not in fact save herself for marriage. Seriously people, if you want real European drama–fun drama, not Oh-my-God-the-Euro-is-collapsing! drama–watch Eurovision. Every year the winner will surprise you, which is how this year’s competition ended up in Baku, Azerbaijan.
Back to football. I think the surprise is that Messi won with only 47.88% of the vote. Clearly he’s slipping. I mean the man wins La Liga, the Champions League, and the Club World Cup, and all he gets is a meaningless gold-ish statuette and the chance to be serenaded by James Blunt. Cristiano Ronaldo received 21.6%, and Xavi, the perpetual bronze medalist in this FIFA-sponsored charade, a mere 9.23%. From these results one can learn the following about this year’s World Player of the Year voting: 30.83% of the voters were Portuguese, Madridistas, or related to Xavi.
I had no doubt that Messi would win the award and in as much as individual awards matter, he completely deserved it. Messi is the legend of our time, and only churls dispute that. Nevertheless, I would have given the award to Xavi. I’ve said this before, but individual awards in a team sport is the height of ridiculousness. The winner of the Golden Ball should be Barcelona not Messi. Xavi more than anyone represents the whole of Barcelona. He is the heart of the team, the engine of the club, the conductor of its orchestra, the knitter of its intricate patterns, [add your cliché here]. This is the third time in a row that the man has finished third. He is finally respected and appreciated; there will not be anymore headlines like Daily Mail‘s now infamous “The best players of the world (and Xavi)” from 2008. Nevertheless, he will never win because his football is cerebral rather than sexy. Xavi is great enough to be widely admired, but not spectacular enough to be celebrated.
Almost as surprising as Lionel Messi’s award was the Coach of Year, which went to Pep Guardiola (just under 42% of the vote). Neither of the other two finalists, Sir Alex of Manchester and The Special One of
Porto London Milan Eyepoke Madrid, got anywhere near Cristiano Ronaldo’s second place percentage, but both topped Xavi’s meager total. I can kinda sorta see why Ferguson got votes; he won the Premier League–granted it was over mediocre opposition, and then he got his ass handed to him by the Blaugrana. But Mourinho, that one is baffling–or it would be if I didn’t understand how these awards are actually chosen. What exactly did Mourinho win last year? The Copa del Rey. That’s it. In eight matches against Barcelona, he won once. The title he won was the least consequential of the three he chased. Tactically he got it wrong over and over again, and frankly cheapened Madrid at every turn acting more like a child than a coach. There are so many better candidates than Mourinho. Why not give some consideration to Mancini who won the FA Cup (which is slightly more important than the Copa del Rey)? Or Allegri who won Serie A? Or Villas Boas who won a treble with Porto? Mourinho’s inclusion is just further proof that if you hog the media spotlight and are proclaimed by idiotic pundits as the greatest ever, then you will always be considered for the FIFA awards, season be damned. Ask Wesley Sneijder about that.
I suspect that Messi and Guardiola would gladly give up their awards in a heartbeat to be leading La Liga right now. Or at the very least to have won at Espanyol this weekend rather than disappointingly draw. I wonder though if Cristiano Ronaldo would have given up Madrid’s 5-1 win at Granada to win the Player of the Year award, especially now that Karim Benzema is usurping his place as the Golden Boy of the Bernabeu.
The most fascinating awards for are the awards for the women’s game, which is why I am going to talk about them later. I would like to try and close out this post with something thoughtful. Whether I am successful or not, you be the judge. But first, frivolity!
If you are looking for an in-depth discussion of this year’s Puskas Award, you’ve come to the wrong blog. Neymar won it, and truth be told O Fauxhawk did produce something magical. Great goals however, are spectacular in their own way, but they are an aesthetic judgment, in no way objective. And goals are really a team effort, even if it looks like one person is doing it all. Enjoy the art, admire the dance, but don’t pretend that a goal’s greatness can be quantified or voted upon.
The Fair Play Award went to the Japanese Football Association, because apparently this award is now given to nations that have endured tremendous and unthinkable tragedy. To wit, last year’s winner was the Haiti U-17 Women’s Team. Thank you FIFA; your meaningless trinket has completely smoothed over the pain and damage from an earthquake, tsunami, and nuclear meltdown that ruined the lives of an unfathomable number of people.
Men’s all-star team of the year (there’s no women’s team, because that would mean FIFA would have to pay attention to the women) is as follows: Iker Casillas, Dani Alves, Gerard Pique, Sergio Ramos, Nemanja Vidic, Xabi Alonso, Xavi, Andres Iniesta, Wayne Rooney, Cristiano Ronaldo, and Lionel Messi. Putting aside the fact that there are no left backs on this team, something is clearly wrong with it. I know. Here is the real team of the year: Victor Valdes, Dani Alves, Gerard Pique, Carles Puyol, Eric Abidal, Segio Busquets, Xavi, Andres Iniesta, David Villa, Lionel Messi, Pedro. See what I did there? I named an actual team that performed at the very highest level rather than a collection of names, some of which were very dubiously included. Wayne Rooney ended his season well, but it was far from an annus mirabilis. In fact, I’d wager it was a year he would like to forget.
In as much as Messi and Guardiola were obviously going to win, so too was Norio Sasake of Japan the coach of Japan’s World Cup champions the Nadeshiko. He earned around 45% of the vote. His closest competitors, Pia Sundhage of the USWNT (runners-up) and Bruno Bini of France (semifinalists) won 15.83% and 10.28% of the votes respectively.
It is hard to argue with any of the three finalists especially Sasake who from any angle deserves recognition for Japan’s accomplishments. But one has to wonder if FIFA focused too much on the international game. In World Cup years, everything at club level is generally overlooked in favor of World Cup heroics (exception: last year’s awards where Messi and Mourinho won rather than Xavi/Villa/Iniesta, and Vincente del Bosque). This is all the more true in the women’s game where the muckamucks only watch the international play, i.e. the World Cup. Maybe the Olympics too–we’ll know they watch the Olympics if at next year’s awards all three finalists are managers of the top performing Olympic teams. The problem is that in non-World Cup years, FIFA pretends that everything else doesn’t exist. This ignorance of the women’s game is how Silvia Neid won the award last year. Neid has been one of the most illustrious coaches in the history of the modern women’s game, but she did almost nothing of note in 2010. She won because she was one of the few names the voters knew, and they knew Germany won the last two World Cups. Completely ignoring club play, last year the only nominated coaches were international coaches, one of which was the German U-20 Women’s coach (who was nominated this year despite coaching in one competitive match. At least she won it.)
This disrespect would be unthinkable in the men’s game. It’s flat-out pernicious, and it gives the message that women’s club football is unimportant. That attitude has some dire consequences. Santos of Brazil recently disbanded its women’s team, the most successful women’s club team in South America’s short history, along with its futsal team to help pay Neymar’s exorbitant salary (an extremely shortsighted move, given that Neymar is soon for Europe. The Club World Cup saw to that.) Santos no doubt was aided in this massacre by a lack of interest in the women’s team; a lack of interest that was no doubt fed by Brazil’s quarterfinal exit in the World Cup.
Because this was a World Cup year, no one would question that three national team coaches were the three finalists. Unlike in the men’s international game where style and creativity have slowly and painfully drained away, the women’s game still has beauty and striking contrasts. The women’s international game is still important because it is still the highest level of competition. Nevertheless, it is scandalous that the awards completely ignored what happened at the club level. Lyon ended the German domination of the Champions League, the Western New York Flash eked out a WPS championship over a very talented Philadelphia Independence, and International Athletic Club Kobe Leonessa won the L-League in Japan.
If anyone deserved to break the 50% mark in the voting (or unanimity), it should have been Sawa. Yet, of the five big awards (men’s and women’s player, men’s and women’s coach, Puskas Award), only Sawa did not break 40%. In fact, she garnered only 28.51% of the votes. Second place went to Marta with 17.28% of the vote and third place to Abby Wambach with 13.26%. All three finalists were clearly their team’s leaders. When things looked bad, all three of them at one point or another during the tournament completely changed her team’s momentum by doing something spectacular and jaw-dropping. Both the final between the US and Japan and the quarterfinal between the US and Brazil featured spectacular play and dramatic heroics from all three women. All three of these women were integral to their clubs’ success, and in Wambach’s case, she held magicJack above water as she both played and coached. (One person who was not considered, but should have been was Christine Sinclair whose own dramatics this year should have overcome Canada’s poor showing.)
Nevertheless, despite how similar the three women were in importance to their respective teams, the voting should not have been as close as it was. Here are the full tallies. Some of the contenders were deserving, some were head scratchers (at least Birgit Prinz was not on the list; legend that she is, her inclusion would have turned this award into a farce). I cannot wait to see who voted for whom.
I confess, I was afraid that Marta would win this award. I have gone on record many times as an unabashed Marta enthusiast. She is the best player in the world and perhaps ever. I also made no secret how unimpressed I was with the way the crowds treated her at the World Cup, making her the scapegoat for her teammates’ behavior in the quarterfinals largely because they know who Marta is. One can debate whether she deserved to win five Player of the Year titles in a row, but one cannot argue with her abilities (for the record, she looked rather pissed off when she didn’t win this year, which shows how great a competitor she is). Nevertheless, I was terrified Marta would get this year’s award because of what it would represent. Had Marta won, it would mean that the Player of the Year Award was not being judged by accomplishments but rather by reputation. Around the world, voters know who Marta is and probably Wambach to a lesser extent. Had won of those two won, it would have revealed a depressing ignorance of the women’s game, even at the highest level. It would mean that the voters didn’t watch the World Cup. For now at least, we have been spared that indignity. (Not that this is unique to the women’s game. Messi’s win last year was extremely controversial, especially in the Netherlands and non-Catalan Spain).
Sawa’s win felt like a victory for women’s football, even if the margin of victory was somewhat less than thrilling. It makes me worry less about the game, especially in light of the WPS’s problems, which I have not yet written about on this blog. To wit: although there will be a season this summer, there will only be five teams in the league. There are ominous sign of collapse. Vero Boquete, arguably Philadelphia’s and Spain’s best player, went to Russia for the European season; who knows if she will be back with the Independence when the WPS season starts. Even more disturbing is the news that Marta and Abby Wambach may not return, which is akin to a death-blow. There are other great players, but how many other names does WPS have? Can Alex Morgan, Megan Rapinoe, and Hope Solo carry the league? They may have to; God help us all.
Music listened to while writing this post Glazunov: Symphony No. 2 in F-Sharp Minor, Op. 16, “In Memory of Liszt”; Symphony No. 3 in D Major; Symphony No. 4 in E-Flat Major, Op. 48; Symphony No. 5 in B-Flat Major, Op. 55.