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LA RECENSIONE
More than a football spectacle, last night at Fratton Park was something that will soon be forgotten. With all its monotony and the grey English weather, time-wasting and lethargic teams, plays that led to nothing, interludes, peaceful coexistence, and officiating without major issues, it seemed more like a Salieri-esque opera than anything else. Or to be concise, only in the first twenty-six seconds of the game did it not seem like the usual West Ham United on the field, that is, the Queen disguised as football players trying to play Fat Bottomed Girls but in slow motion, not with their professional instruments, but with a circular object.
Hammer goalkeeper Green, the bane and delight of all east end fans (including Harris and Morrisey), wasn't very busy and capitulated on the only real shot on target from the opposition. On the other hand, if the defense sways this year, weaknesses will emerge: we certainly don't have sturdy watchdogs back there.
Before this, there was the usual confused Hammer game of the season stagnating over the green of Portsmouth, with the usual performance of the indolent WHUFC, sick, all too human, without ideas due to little tacticism, little physical and mental impact, a kind of football transposition of the suave, harmless Mocciano model.
With Portsmouth not exerting too much effort from the start and a leisurely pace leading them to the elegiac chorus "they're last in the standings, what harm can they do?".
We confess, though, that at Kaboul's goal, we believed we could flirt with that elegant and joyful lady called victory, then it all disappeared after conceding the scrambling equalizer. If you don't look at the mere result but only at the game expressed and the players on the field, compared to the opposing team (last in the standings), you'd pull your hair out, but Zola said everything is fine, so we don't complain but drink it away...
And it's no big deal if, in a distant future, as Capello says, England should find itself suddenly having to emulate other leagues (which even Mourinho misses), who cares if there's the occasional boring Portsmouth-West Ham: the important thing is to support the team and not to win (and whoever wants to brawl must do so at least 5 miles from the stadium). Whoever will live, will see.
For now, Zola, to save WHUFC, can only hope for the intervention of Santa Maria della Neve...
In Italy, the short trial, in England the Sardinian "short".
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Summary by Bot
The review criticizes the Portsmouth vs West Ham game as monotonous and uninspired, highlighting poor tactics and lackluster plays. Despite hopes sparked by Kaboul's goal, the match ended disappointment with defensive weaknesses exposed. The sluggish pace and uneventful gameplay overshadowed the event, reflecting fans' frustrations. The review ends with a resigned note on the team's struggles and the need for hope from the coach.
