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Match of the Century...

What a Match it was, Liverpool Vs Spain, a club Versus Country. Spain took lead and soon a found itself in a two goal cushion. Torres pulled one back from an Aurelio cross. Van Persie of Netherlands drew it level. Score was 2-2, Spain again went one ahead and Torres again leveled it for Liverpool to make it 3-3. On the brink of half time, Spain again went ahead 3-4. Liverpool struck back once the second half began and this time it’s the ever working Carlos Tevez who leveled things at 4-4. Torres who was making darting runs for Liverpool from the right put an excellent cross to Fabio Aurelio who was responsible for the first two Liverpool goals with excellent crosses from his magical left foot. He bicycle kicked Liverpool to Lead for the first time in the Match 5-4. Once ahead, Liverpool resorted to time waste tactics and attempted to play possession football though it was only 75 minutes. A defensive error allowed Spain to Level this time to make it 5-5.However an 85th minute goal ma

Vamossssssssss Argentina

My Love for Football started in 1986 when in school just after my summer holidays, all I was hearing was Maradona. Dint have a clue about that but I heard he is really good and stuff and Argentina was implanted in my infantile mind and that’s the team I rooted in Italia 90 My First ever full fledged world cup. Thanks for the timings most of it was midnight and I avidly followed Argentina and Maradona was the only name I knew. I later got acquainted with Burruchaga as the one who scored the winning goal in 1986. The one who stole my gullible heart and capture my attention was Claudio Canigia the thin lanky striker who scored winning goals against Arch rivals Brazil who I hated at the first site thanks to their irritating yellow color and also a late equalizer against Italy, both thru Maradona thru passes. I was crest fallen when I came to know that Canigia wont be part of the finals coz of the Yellow carded offence and painfully endured the boring finals of Italia 90 in which Argentina