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As the tournament progresses, so that the decision taken by the british authorities of broadcasting looks increasingly foolish. England may be on a tour of South America due to their non-qualification, but in the meantime, Michel Platini, and the rest of Europe the most beautiful have been put on a football master-class through The Department Of The Channel.
The BBC there have, to date, televised in West Germany in the final group game of the defeat of Spain as well as the fusion of short news reports and highlights of the other games so far. ITV have chosen not to show the action of France, if there is a place on the BBCs calendar show Wednesday evening of the final. It is with regret that the match of the tournament has without doubt already been played.
The semi-final game between France and Portugal) can already be placed in the category of classics. A game which saw the leader change hands three times and another one-time winner in the 119th minute for the host country. What is also certain is that the French captain, Platini is the head of his nation inexorably to a young girl international football title.
The rating on each game, including back-to-back hattricks, and a last-minute winner to send his country to their first grand final, never has a tournament dominated by an individual to such an extent in the way Platini is dominating the seventh edition of the european Championships.
The teams went to the Stadium Velodrome of Marseille, the atmosphere generated by the fans was something to see. Ticker tape rained at one end in scenes similar to Buenos Aries six years ago at the World Cup. The sticky hot summer sun has begun to set, and place the entire scene in a beautiful golden hue that lit up the fervent French supporters. What no one has figured out that the sun has begun to set in was that their cousins, the Iberian had the intention to spoil the French party.
The only thing that could inhibit the progression of the Magic Square has the unknown of the presence of any psychological damage of the france team of the psyche of the terrible defeat of West Germany in the World Cup semi-final two years earlier.
At the time when the Portuguese began, half of the “Magic Square” had already adopted their casual style of untucking their shirt. Platini and Jean Tigana, the evidence of their very cool French chic, while Luis Fernandez and Alain Giresse has remained hidden inside and ready to dominate.
After 24 minutes, Platini won a free-kick central to goal 25 yards from the Portuguese goal. The French captain stood over the ball waiting to inflict the inevitable. anual Bento held the wall as best he could and waited. Goal!!! The result was predictable, but the protagonist is not. Left rear Jean-François Domergue struck with his left foot into the top corner.
What followed was incessant French domination; Bento made several saves to keep his country in the game, Giresse the unfortunate recipient of his brilliance. Then it happened … the feeling of doubt that must have been gnawing away at the nerves of the partisan crowd fading in the humid summer night were exposed as Rui Jordão placed a header into the far corner. The shock was palpable, as was the silence momentary of a crowd that was partying in the stands for the previous 74 minutes.
This French side, even if it appears to be different from that of Spain two years ago, Platini, with a sense of self-destiny had a chance to try and win it in normal time, clean through on goal only for Bento to save at his feet, and then divert the subsequent shot from Didier Six on the bar and on a world-class double save. Once more the French were in extra time, when a big semi-final.
Portugal started the first period of the ascendant, and forced Joel Bats in a wonderful start of the save, but the movement is alive and well in the past to 98 minutes when Jordão scored his and Portugal’s second. If ever France needed Platini, then it was time. The current European Footballer of the Year had 15 minutes to answer the prayers of a deflated nation.
With six minutes of the end of an incredible pulsating lighting, already worthy of the final, the game took yet another twist with the birthday boy Domergue scoring his second. The Velodrome exploded with noise, more of relief than celebration.
With two penalties just 60 seconds away, so the game took its final twist. That low, monotonous hum of noise was installed among the French supporters, a mixture of relief, slip and apprehension at the idea of a second consecutive year in the semi-final penalty shoot-out.
Then, as if all the gods of football had summoned in the sky over Marseille, and has decreed that a man would define that tournament, Platini led the ball very high in the Portuguese net result of a desperate scramble. Socks rolled down, shirt untucked, French is languid stride brought him to the French pirogue, where he collapsed under the weight of his teammates and a nation.
This tournament will already be a classic of the edition, and will be more likely to define the criteria of the benchmark for the future european Championships. British broadcasters should be aware that the true fans of football want to see the best the game has to offer, regardless of whether or not there was a home nation presence.
France and Portugal we were served a delicious feast of entertaining football, which will surely come to the definition of these championships as much as the magnificence of Platini performance. Never before has a tournament been dominated by a single player, and it will take something really amazing, in two years, when the World Cup takes place in Mexico, for a player, to inspire and make a single nation, all the way to the final and the possibility of a victory.
If there is any justice in the world, Platini is going to score a goal in the final and France will finally lift a trophy major – but since when football was a bastion of justice?
By Stuart Horsfield @loxleymisty44