Simply an excuse to mostly ignore a boring game from 2018 and instead to delve into Romania’s very first international fixture, a right royal meeting with Yugoslavia almost a century ago… Continue reading
It’s 28 years ago to the day since Romania’s traumatic World Cup evening in Genoa. Here is part 3 of the story of their Italia ’90 experiences. Click here for part 1 or, alternatively, here for part 2.
AND SO IT BEGINS…
…on Saturday 9th June in Bari, at 5pm, officially in front of 42,000 people (although it looks a lot less than that on the telly). It’s the second day of the competition, and Romania face 1988 European Championship finalists, the Soviet Union. The tournament’s only match so far has yielded the biggest shock in decades: defending champions Argentina, fully equipped with their top-of-the-range Diego Maradona, going down 1-0 to outsiders Cameroon. Continue reading
28 January 1990: a friendly match at Olympique Marseille. The pre-match picture shows something unfamiliar: a national team with a sponsor’s name across the front of their shirts. Stranger still, this is the national team of an Eastern Bloc country. Something is changing…
Brief résumé: Romania have qualified for a World Cup for the first time since 1970, by beating Denmark. One of their best players has defected. Oh, and there’s been a revolution which has deposed the dictator after a 22-year reign, so the country is on the road to freedom, democracy, unregulated privatisation, rampant consumerism, etc.
Episode 4 in the long-running and very confusing telenovela that is the 2018 Rugby Europe Championship. If the European qualifiers for the 2019 World Cup are series one of Twin Peaks, then we are now at the bit where we see Leland seeing Bob in the mirror. (I think.)*
If you don’t know what’s been going on up to this point, and you have a bit of time, I implore you to
read my posts view episodes 1, 2 and 3 before continuing; otherwise what follows will mean very little.
Ready to proceed? Rather you than me…. Continue reading
These things elicit a certain reaction from me, which I cannot control: Chrissy Waddle’s mullet; Platty’s last-gasp volley against Belgium; the ball ballooning off Paul Parker’s back and over Shilton’s head into the net; and, especially, Gary Lineker gesturing to the bench to “have a word”. And if you spent a lifetime striving to compose a piece of music perfectly suited to soundtracking slow-motion footage of men in short shorts glowing with sweat on hot Italian evenings, fouling each other, diving extravagantly to get each other booked, and missing important penalties, you could not do better than the lad Puccini with his smash hit aria Nessun Dorma.
Chaos reigns in European Tier 2 rugby. Continue reading
“I don’t want to think that rugby has prostituted itself in order to leave us out. When they assigned us the Romanian referees, it shocked us, but this is rugby, some values are assumed.” (Spain captain Jaime Nava)
The 2018 Rugby Europe Championship came to a controversial, even farcical end this weekend. If you care for the dignity of rugby union or for its development prospects in Tier 2 nations, look away now. Continue reading