Japan must have gone to drink some Samurai gin or something. They are handing it to the Columbians now

I think this is not a matter of our best XI. It’s a matter of fielding the players who are ready to die together on the pitch.

komekn:


The belief these guys have is phenomenonal.

It will take close to a miracle for us to beat them. They have beaten the best in competitive matches.

They are tall and physical with lots of stamina and prepared to work, work and keep working them no deh tire.

We will need to use all our subs to match thier stamina and our players with pace will have to go ALL OUT.

You need not worry Sir Jieta. This is just a one off with a guy I have come to understand too well what his negative mission on this thread is. Once in a while, I have to label him as he truly is. It may not be popular but he must be aware that some of us know his chameleon-like ways on this thread. But the focus of this thread carries on. No shaking.

jieta:
To what end, you are one of the most intelligent young guy here. i like reading your discourse concerning our national team. but bringing your self to the extent of exchanging words with komenk is disturbing. you can learn from the way your dad(icon4) handle forgiveness in a very simple and respectable way.

Lol.... Wow... Like seriously. I have never paid attention to that.

Perhaps just a prolonged phase of coincidence?

Lol... Nice one Sir Caspian. But I guess that trend would be broken soonest.

Caspian22:
I noticed a particular trend at the World Cup matches. In all the matches I've watched so far, the teams who kick off at the second half never lose the match. #WorldCup

Seriously, start taking note of this

cc: The.SuperNerd

Odunayaw:
Japan must have gone to drink some Samurai gin or something. They are handing it to the Columbians now

well they are one man up

Goke7:


you guys should softly softly give rohr more clue to make excuses, the guy may be reading this thread o

Hopefully, we go very far in this competition but Rohr doesn't have any excuse to give because he had all the time in the world to call one of those fit and better wingers currently informed to replace Simon or retain Simon Moses until he gets fit for the next match but he refused.

SerVik:
There be ice dragons here. By aron gunnarsson.


I hope our World Cup opponents aren’t reading this, because I’m gonna tell you exactly what has made our tiny country so successful.

But first, I need to explain a little bit about Iceland. Because I’ve noticed that now, whenever I meet people, they’ll say, “Oh, you’re from Iceland? That’s so cool. Northern Lights! Yeah, man!”

After the Euros put our country in the spotlight, it seemed like everybody started going to Reykjavik on vacation.

But I’m not from the vacation part of Iceland.

I’m from the north of Iceland.

If you try to find my town on old maps, it just says: There Be Ice Dragons Here.

My hometown is a place called Akureyri, with about 18,000 people. There wasn’t really much else to do there except play sports, so I began playing football. Of course, I dreamed of becoming a pro. But there were two problems.

First, I could only play in the summer. You see, in the winter, the pitches were covered with … come on, everybody say it together! You guessed it: ice and snow. And I’m not talking about the kind of winters you have in England, where a few centimeters of snow cause panic. I’m talking about proper winters. Several meters of snow. Minus 10 °. Four or five hours of sunlight a day.

Have you seen Game of Thrones? Well, then you get the idea.

So in winter, I played handball instead. But that didn’t solve my second football problem. You see, when the snow finally melted, I didn’t play on grass. That kind of luxury was reserved only for the senior players.

So I had to play on gravel.

Seriously.

Safe to say, it wasn’t ideal. One day I came home with this horrific gash on my leg, and my mother was shocked. Of course, all I had done was to go into a sliding tackle, but you’d think I had been fighting a bear!

The team I started playing for was called Thór, named after the god of thunder. (I’m not making this up — you can ask my mother.) And I wanted to be a footballer so badly. I was doing these sprints, I was hitting the gym … basically, I was working like a madman. But I also knew the odds were stacked against me. I kept asking myself questions, and I didn’t like the answers.

Aron, how many professional footballers have come from Akureyri?

Not many.

And how good can you possibly get by playing only in summer on a gravel pitch?

Probably not very good.

But I chose to ignore the facts. And then came the game-changer. You see, years ago, the Icelandic Football Association invested heavily in these indoor halls with artificial grass. Suddenly every kid in Iceland could play football all year.

Do you realize how big a deal that was for us? All year!

Of course, I immediately moved into my local hall. I made it my living room. They often had to kick me out at night. But there was still this mental block. What I mean by that is, nobody really believed you could win anything as a footballer from Iceland. In fact, this one time, a player on our national team told me a story about how he told his club coach that he dreamed of playing in the Euros.

“That’s a nice thought,” the coach said. “It’s just a shame you’re from Iceland.”

Pretty depressing, right?

Personally I didn’t let that bother me, but I did know I had to leave Iceland to evolve as a player. So when I got the chance to join AZ Alkmaar, in Holland, I took it. I was 17 years old. And man, it was tough. The football was on another level. In my first training session, I got nutmegged four times. I was so embarrassed that I considered jumping on the first flight back to Iceland.



But the hardest part was leaving my family. I spent the first two months holed up in a hotel, calling my mother, crying, saying I didn’t really want to do this. Thankfully, my family encouraged me to keep going, and deep down I was still hell-bent on making it.

I guess all my tears paid off, because 18 months later I got the call for the Iceland senior squad. They were playing a friendly against Belarus in Malta, and I had to get on a flight immediately in order to make it in time. Only I didn’t have a car. During my first year in Holland, I had been riding a bicycle everywhere because I couldn’t afford anything else.

So you know what my mother did? She bought me a scooter.

A red scooter. It looked more like a motorcycle really, which I thought was kind of badass. I actually grew quite attached to it. So when they called me up to the national team, I strapped on my backpack, put on my bike helmet and drove to the train station, where I got the express train to the airport.

Thanks for that one, mum �

So I go off and live my dream, playing for Iceland, and it’s incredible. I fly back to Holland, and I’m still in the clouds. I’m buzzing. I’m a big time footballer now, right? Well, I walk outside the train station to fetch my scooter from the rack where I had parked it … and what do I see?

In the very spot where my scooter was supposed to be, there’s nothing but a single tire with a chain wrapped around it.

Someone had stolen my damn scooter while I was off playing Belarus.

My mother just laughed about it, but I’m telling you, I was genuinely upset! That robbery really brought me down to earth quickly.

A few years later, I was part of the group that qualified for the 2011 under-21 Euros in Denmark. That was a big deal, because Iceland had never done that. By the time we entered qualifying for the 2014 World Cup, many of us guys from the under-21 team had become part of the senior side.

Of course, even with all that young talent, we were never supposed to make the World Cup.

People always used to say, “Iceland? Bah, there’s not many world-class players in Iceland.”

But, actually, with 330,000 people living there … we don’t have many players full-stop.

So we had to be clever about the way we played. And that’s where our former coach, Lars Lagerbäck, came in.

When you look at Lars, he doesn’t appear to be a prolific coach. He’s very understated. But, man, he knows what he’s doing. When he arrived in 2011 he began holding these meetings about how we defended. They were long, and honestly, extremely boring. Just so, so boring. But Lars kept going on about it. Positioning. Corners. Throw-ins … none of the fun stuff. In training, we’d play attack vs. defense, just so that we could work on our defensive shape.

Because of that collective spirit, we made the playoffs, and faced Croatia. And when we got a 0–0 draw at home… honestly, I thought we had a chance. Then in Croatia, when they went 1–0 up but got a man sent off, we just needed one goal. One goal. We were so close…

But we never made it.

Croatia won 2–0.

Afterwards our locker room was like a graveyard. Not just because we hadn’t won, but because we hadn’t played well. But then somebody says, “Well… Let’s just go to the Euros then!”

I still don’t know who said it, but I remember thinking, He’s right. Screw this. Let’s just move on to the next one.

So that’s what we did. We started working even harder. And in that qualifying campaign for Euro 2016, we just got better and better. Our fans were a huge part of it, too. When we played Holland at home in October, I remember we went up 1—0, and the stadium fell quiet for a bit … and then …

BOOM, BOOM, HÚH!

I turn around. What was that? It was like the sound of a thunder strike.

BOOM, BOOM, HÚH!

Shivers run down my spine.

BOOM, BOOM, HÚH!

You see, that was the first time our fans did the famous Viking Clap. We may only play in front of 10,000 people, but when they do that clap … man, it feels like 100,000.

That night, I looked at some of the Holland players, and I thought, Whoa … They must be feeling that.

At the end of qualifying, we needed a point at home against Kazakhstan to become the smallest nation to ever reach the Euros. That match was a struggle. I even managed to get sent off. But when we dug out that 0–0 draw…. We went ballistic. I sprinted out on the pitch with my jacket on. We did the Viking Clap so loudly that the whole of Iceland must have heard it. And when we went to a square in Reykjavik later that night, we saw tens of thousands of people waiting for us.

That’s when you realize that you’ve really made your country proud, you know?

Of course, qualifying was one thing. The tournament itself? Who knows? Many people thought we would be lucky just not to be embarrassed.

It’s funny, because I can recall the exact moment when I realized that we had something special. It was after a training session just before the tournament, when Eidur Gudjohnsen came up to me.

He said, “You know, Aron … I really wouldn’t want to play against us.”

I said, “What do you mean?”

He said, “Well, there’s no space. I wanted to play these passes, and I wanted to create chances … But I just couldn’t.”

And that’s when the penny dropped for me. Because if you didn’t know, Eidur is football royalty. He’s played for Pep Guardiola at Barcelona — he’s played with Ronaldinho and Messi. Basically, if Eidur says you have a great defense, you really do have a great defense.

We started off against Portugal. And everyone was talking about what Cristiano Ronaldo would do to us. “How many will he get? Two goals? A hat-trick?”

So when we ground out a 1–1 draw … well, the Portuguese weren’t happy.

Of course, we celebrated. Then I saw that Ronaldo had criticized us for having a “small-country mentality”.

And I thought, “Hang on, we’ve never been at this stage before. You have done it plenty of times. We’re Iceland. Of course we’re gonna be proud!”

We could only draw against Hungary next, so we needed a point against Austria in the final group game. They needed to win. As usual, we defended well. It was 1–1 on 90 minutes…. They’re putting pressure on us…. We clear a corner, we launch a counter-attack…. And we score!

Arnór Traustason! 94th minute! Iceland goes through to the knockout stage!

Unbelievable….

I guess you may have seen the clip of the commentator on Icelandic TV going berserk when we score. It went viral, and no wonder. I mean, the guy genuinely lost it. He was screaming and crying, losing his voice.

But the thing is, everyone in Iceland was feeling like that. It wasn’t just the players and the fans — it was people back home too. We were all going berserk.

As we celebrated on the pitch, I went looking for the drummer in the Iceland fan group. I knew him, so I gave him a hint … He told everyone to be quiet … and then we did our most famous rendition of the Viking Clap. We had never done it like that before, with both the fans and the players together.

It was just pure, spontaneous joy.

BOOM, BOOM, HÚH!



We were so relaxed ahead of the Round of 16 game against England. We had reached our goal — everything else was a bonus. We actually had extra motivation, because everyone in Iceland loves the Premier League — they show every single game on TV. Literally. So now we had this great chance to beat our heroes. And just in case anyone wasn’t fully up for it, Eidur made a speech.

He said, “Is everyone full? Do we want any more? Are we still hungry?”

You can imagine the roar of the response.

It was the opposite for England, I think. I almost felt sorry for them. They were under so much pressure, and you could definitely tell. They were making simple mistakes, getting the basics wrong…. They knew the trouble they would be in if they lost to Iceland.

Everyone spoke about how bad England were, but watch the game again. Look at how organized we are. We run. We shut down space. We cover for each other. What Eidur had said after that training session was spot on: We really are horrible to play against.

When the game was over, I sprinted toward our fans so quickly that I forgot to shake hands with the England players. So if you guys are reading this … sorry!

And, then … well, I know this may sound weird, because I’m this Icelander with all these tattoos and a beard and all that. But as we celebrated, I wanted to cry. Honestly. When we did the Viking Clap with our fans, shivers ran down my spine.

I must admit that it took us a while to come back down to earth after that tournament. But we managed to do it. You see, at our next team meeting, Heimir Hallgrímsson shook us back to life. He had been the joint first coach with Lars during the Euros, but now that Lars had left for the job in Norway, he was in charge.

His message was simple.

We had never made a World Cup in our nation’s history.

So … Why can’t we do it?



I mean, we could have said, “We’re tiny Iceland. Nobody expects us to qualify. We won’t put any extra pressure on ourselves.”

But there was no way that was happening. That’s just not us.

In fact, at the Euros, we had already sent people to scout our World Cup qualifying opponents. That tells you something about our mindset. We wanted more.

Some of us players are nearing the end now. We’re in our late 20s and early 30s, and we know we’ll have to give way for younger players soon. That’s why it’s so important that we pass on the values that have made us successful. I mean, we could go to Russia and try to play like Barcelona. But what would be the point? We’d just be a bad copy. We’d definitely be a worse team.

That’s not what Iceland is about. It never has been.

In a way, I see our style as a symbol of Iceland. Just look at some of our players — I mean, maybe we’re not the most technical. Maybe we’re not the prettiest to look at. But would you want to fight us? I don’t think so.

We’re united. We’re tough. We fear nothing.

And that’s the lesson I want to pass on to our young players in Russia. I want them to realize that if you work hard, and if you have guys who are willing to stick together, anything is possible in football. Anything. CC: mujtahida


Aron Gunnarsson
ICELAND

https://www.theplayerstribune.com/en-us/articles/there-be-ice-dragons-here

If we fall to iceland on Friday, that's like Amuwo odofin local government beating the whole of Nigeria.

Colombia carry small children full team, see what Japan is doing to them.

asha80:
well they are one man up

I never believed a team of 5 footers like Japan can score an header from a corner

Honestly, this is why Simon's injury pained me so seriously. This guy was core to our WCQs campaign and would always give us options out wide with his trickery and pace. I was hoping that third scan in London and even the second one in Abuja will say otherwise but it was not to be. It is sad he missed out on this world cup. But Afcon 2019 is a sure banker for him. If I catch any injury that wanna come that lad's way again ehn... And all those ANS guys that were busy writing rubbish about Simon. Their cup shall be full soon.

I just pray he lands a fine deal this summer to console himself a little as he looks forward to even brighter days for the Super Eagles and for his club career. It is well.

forgiveness:


Hopefully, we go very far in this competition but Rohr doesn't have any excuse to give because he had all the time in the world to call one of those fit and better wingers currently informed to replace Simon or retain Simon Moses until he gets fit for the next match but he refused.

TheSuperNerd:

Lol.... Wow... Like seriously. I have never paid attention to that.

Perhaps just a prolonged phase of coincidence?

Lol... Nice one Sir Caspian. But I guess that trend would be broken soonest.

Yes Probably in the game against Japan. However, this is a 90% possibility trend. Just keep noticing it in games.

Odunayaw:
I never believed a team of 5 footers like Japan can score an header from a corner

this Japanese teams looks good

Odunayaw:
I never believed a team of 5 footers like Japan can score an header from a corner

How do you think those Japanese Ninja warriors leap so high? They got springs in their feet my good man... Hehehehehehehe...

TheSuperNerd:


How do you think those Japanese Ninja warriors leap so high? They got springs in their feet my good man... Hehehehehehehe...

kai

Martz101:
Andrew444, i was expecting to see raction frim you after seing the brazil line up, we had a very lengthy argument on it or have you forgotten so soon.

My broda no vex jor my mind comot for there.

Willian start the match but willian was not a starter before that game, and you can see that coutinho had to play MD.

What about neymar he played from the flank but you said he will play behind the strker.

Since I’ve been predicting scores on SuperBru, I’m still yet to get an exact outcome, but my wife will should this #COLJAP game end as it stands now.

asha80:
this Japanese teams looks good

I feel bad for the Columbians sha

TheSuperNerd:
I am stunned that you Chriskels, the lone ranger really understands what I am up against against this prickhead called Komekn. He walks into this thread and drop his urine and faeces all over the place spilling degrading and subtly rubbishing comments on our Nigerian talents that are "Naija-borns" downplaying their potentials and talents and raising up only negative examples with respect to where their career path can be headed

But when it comes to the Nigerian Foreign-borns (most especially those born in the UK), this unbelievable buffoon of a man starts hyping and doing everything in his power to talk them up and make them seem like the best thing our national team can get our hands on. He also will only use positive examples to hype their career paths unlike the naija-born players.

Are our local Naija-born players/talents not also Nigerians? Are they not also talents that should be considered in our recruitment drive into the senior national team set-up?

Even when I dropped genuine newsbits on the rise of Samuel Chukwueze, this foolish king of bigotry and borough sentiments walked in to subtly play down Chukwueze. He did same for K.Nwakali despite the lad showing brave heart and the display of a super talent against Atletico. What kinda guy would take delight in talking down Nigerian-born players that were born in Nigeria but champions every UK-born Nigerian kid? Look no further people.... Answer is A Stupid Bigot like Komekn.


This nonsense will not go unchecked any longer. He is so clueless about Naija-born players not born in UK yet he feels he must have a say on them especially when all he has to say is negative and untrue. It is norm with that guy. A real PRI**K he is.


I am all for the recruitment drive to focus on both Naija Foreign-borns/bred and Naija-borns born in Nigeria but plying their trade abroad. Those at home would be covered under our grassroots drive and then our league scouting for CHAN and co.
Before you, Komekn, or most monikers you see now landed on this thread, I have always championed (even from the previous threads) that we should do our possible best to get the Naija Foreign-borns/bred that we can get be it in the UK, In Germany, in Switzerland orHolland, etc... But now he wants to champion a lie that I discriminate against the foreign-borns... KOMEKN IS A SUPER LIAR AND AN UNTRUSTWORTHY IDIOT. A BONAFIDE ENEMY OF NIGERIAN FOOTBALL HIDING UNDER THE SWEET TALKS OF WANTING TO SEE US WIN.... For those who are smart to decode his words, he never means us well. Never! Even when he wants to analyse the team like an analyst, he must strike a jibe at how average we are and how poor our players are bla bla bla... This guy is not genuinely in favor of seeing us rise. He is only here to promote his subtle bigotry and hiding under the cloud of Nigerian football association/federation being corrupt to invite these UK-born Nigerians.


Enough is Enough. I won't stand his aim to attack or rubbish our rising big-heart super talents in K.Nwakali, Victor Osimhen or Samuel Chukwueze or any other for that matter. He should beware of my presence to hit him hard if he ever tows that line again. Rubbish!

That guy is a disgrace. I have never seen a man with so much hate for his country men. We all know what these kids pass through to make it in football unlike their foreign counterparts, yet, every little opportunity that animal gets, he uses to ridicule them, their efforts and talents.


We all read what Balogun said, he thought he was having it tough until he visited Nigeria. He couldn't control his tears because it was done on him that it was a privilege that he was born in Europe, ever since, he now has even bigger respect for his team mates who made it from this merciless environment.

But here one big for nothing buffoon is busy insulting them. A very big shame on that filthy thing that goes by the moniker KOMEKN.

I’m so happy that Japan won!!!!
Well deserved victory

Odunayaw:
I never believed a team of 5 footers like Japan can score an header from a corner

Yet our team with defenders over 6ft tall can't score or defend a set-piece

darkelf:


Yet our team with defenders over 6ft tall can't score or defend a set-piece

The Columbians were flat footed in that defense tho but take nothing from the Japanese, they were bold

Odunayaw:
I feel bad for the Columbians sha

it was a stupid move by sanchez to handle that ball at that point in time.. it wasnt like suarez case that was in the 119th min.. this was 3min.. enough time to equalize and play with full compliment of players.. I guess it was rush of blood to the head

Please you guys should take it easy on Komekn.

I know that sometimes, his comments are unagreeable to resorting to harsh and dirty words to label him is purely wrong and two wrongs cannot make a right.

As much as we all have an opinion, he is entitled to his. Wether he ridicules the efforts of our home-grown guys or not, it still doesn't stop them from achieving their success.

This is a forum where we discuss, argue, compromise and share thoughts and opinions. But we have to swallow one bitter truth, all we say or do here most likely doesn't affect our coach's decisions or our player's performance. It's very evident. For example, no matter how much we clamoured for Rohr to change his approach to the game, Baba still did whatever he felt like.

So, no need to insult one another. Let's just enjoy the game guys

elders are behaving like kids
...

Russia 2018 General Titibits


Japanese Shocker!!!!

Japan's 2-1 win over Colombia is the first time a team from the Asian Confederation would defeat a south american team in a World Cup game. #History #Upset

Well done to the Blue Samurai of Japan...

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Lewandowski vs Mane

My third favorite African side at Russia 2018 getting ready to restore some African pride.

Go Go Go the Lions of Teranga....

The lineups.

TheSuperNerd:
Up Next

Poland vs Senegal

Lewandowski vs Mane

My third favorite African side at Russia 2018 getting ready to restore some African pride.

Go Go Go the Lions of Teranga....

The lineups.

What time is this match in Nigeria?

SerVik:
There be ice dragons here. By aron gunnarsson.


I hope our World Cup opponents aren’t reading this, because I’m gonna tell you exactly what has made our tiny country so successful.

But first, I need to explain a little bit about Iceland. Because I’ve noticed that now, whenever I meet people, they’ll say, “Oh, you’re from Iceland? That’s so cool. Northern Lights! Yeah, man!”

After the Euros put our country in the spotlight, it seemed like everybody started going to Reykjavik on vacation.

But I’m not from the vacation part of Iceland.

I’m from the north of Iceland.

If you try to find my town on old maps, it just says: There Be Ice Dragons Here.

My hometown is a place called Akureyri, with about 18,000 people. There wasn’t really much else to do there except play sports, so I began playing football. Of course, I dreamed of becoming a pro. But there were two problems.

First, I could only play in the summer. You see, in the winter, the pitches were covered with … come on, everybody say it together! You guessed it: ice and snow. And I’m not talking about the kind of winters you have in England, where a few centimeters of snow cause panic. I’m talking about proper winters. Several meters of snow. Minus 10 °. Four or five hours of sunlight a day.

Have you seen Game of Thrones? Well, then you get the idea.

So in winter, I played handball instead. But that didn’t solve my second football problem. You see, when the snow finally melted, I didn’t play on grass. That kind of luxury was reserved only for the senior players.

So I had to play on gravel.

Seriously.

Safe to say, it wasn’t ideal. One day I came home with this horrific gash on my leg, and my mother was shocked. Of course, all I had done was to go into a sliding tackle, but you’d think I had been fighting a bear!

The team I started playing for was called Thór, named after the god of thunder. (I’m not making this up — you can ask my mother.) And I wanted to be a footballer so badly. I was doing these sprints, I was hitting the gym … basically, I was working like a madman. But I also knew the odds were stacked against me. I kept asking myself questions, and I didn’t like the answers.

Aron, how many professional footballers have come from Akureyri?

Not many.

And how good can you possibly get by playing only in summer on a gravel pitch?

Probably not very good.

But I chose to ignore the facts. And then came the game-changer. You see, years ago, the Icelandic Football Association invested heavily in these indoor halls with artificial grass. Suddenly every kid in Iceland could play football all year.

Do you realize how big a deal that was for us? All year!

Of course, I immediately moved into my local hall. I made it my living room. They often had to kick me out at night. But there was still this mental block. What I mean by that is, nobody really believed you could win anything as a footballer from Iceland. In fact, this one time, a player on our national team told me a story about how he told his club coach that he dreamed of playing in the Euros.

“That’s a nice thought,” the coach said. “It’s just a shame you’re from Iceland.”

Pretty depressing, right?

Personally I didn’t let that bother me, but I did know I had to leave Iceland to evolve as a player. So when I got the chance to join AZ Alkmaar, in Holland, I took it. I was 17 years old. And man, it was tough. The football was on another level. In my first training session, I got nutmegged four times. I was so embarrassed that I considered jumping on the first flight back to Iceland.



But the hardest part was leaving my family. I spent the first two months holed up in a hotel, calling my mother, crying, saying I didn’t really want to do this. Thankfully, my family encouraged me to keep going, and deep down I was still hell-bent on making it.

I guess all my tears paid off, because 18 months later I got the call for the Iceland senior squad. They were playing a friendly against Belarus in Malta, and I had to get on a flight immediately in order to make it in time. Only I didn’t have a car. During my first year in Holland, I had been riding a bicycle everywhere because I couldn’t afford anything else.

So you know what my mother did? She bought me a scooter.

A red scooter. It looked more like a motorcycle really, which I thought was kind of badass. I actually grew quite attached to it. So when they called me up to the national team, I strapped on my backpack, put on my bike helmet and drove to the train station, where I got the express train to the airport.

Thanks for that one, mum �

So I go off and live my dream, playing for Iceland, and it’s incredible. I fly back to Holland, and I’m still in the clouds. I’m buzzing. I’m a big time footballer now, right? Well, I walk outside the train station to fetch my scooter from the rack where I had parked it … and what do I see?

In the very spot where my scooter was supposed to be, there’s nothing but a single tire with a chain wrapped around it.

Someone had stolen my damn scooter while I was off playing Belarus.

My mother just laughed about it, but I’m telling you, I was genuinely upset! That robbery really brought me down to earth quickly.

A few years later, I was part of the group that qualified for the 2011 under-21 Euros in Denmark. That was a big deal, because Iceland had never done that. By the time we entered qualifying for the 2014 World Cup, many of us guys from the under-21 team had become part of the senior side.

Of course, even with all that young talent, we were never supposed to make the World Cup.

People always used to say, “Iceland? Bah, there’s not many world-class players in Iceland.”

But, actually, with 330,000 people living there … we don’t have many players full-stop.

So we had to be clever about the way we played. And that’s where our former coach, Lars Lagerbäck, came in.

When you look at Lars, he doesn’t appear to be a prolific coach. He’s very understated. But, man, he knows what he’s doing. When he arrived in 2011 he began holding these meetings about how we defended. They were long, and honestly, extremely boring. Just so, so boring. But Lars kept going on about it. Positioning. Corners. Throw-ins … none of the fun stuff. In training, we’d play attack vs. defense, just so that we could work on our defensive shape.

Because of that collective spirit, we made the playoffs, and faced Croatia. And when we got a 0–0 draw at home… honestly, I thought we had a chance. Then in Croatia, when they went 1–0 up but got a man sent off, we just needed one goal. One goal. We were so close…

But we never made it.

Croatia won 2–0.

Afterwards our locker room was like a graveyard. Not just because we hadn’t won, but because we hadn’t played well. But then somebody says, “Well… Let’s just go to the Euros then!”

I still don’t know who said it, but I remember thinking, He’s right. Screw this. Let’s just move on to the next one.

So that’s what we did. We started working even harder. And in that qualifying campaign for Euro 2016, we just got better and better. Our fans were a huge part of it, too. When we played Holland at home in October, I remember we went up 1—0, and the stadium fell quiet for a bit … and then …

BOOM, BOOM, HÚH!

I turn around. What was that? It was like the sound of a thunder strike.

BOOM, BOOM, HÚH!

Shivers run down my spine.

BOOM, BOOM, HÚH!

You see, that was the first time our fans did the famous Viking Clap. We may only play in front of 10,000 people, but when they do that clap … man, it feels like 100,000.

That night, I looked at some of the Holland players, and I thought, Whoa … They must be feeling that.

At the end of qualifying, we needed a point at home against Kazakhstan to become the smallest nation to ever reach the Euros. That match was a struggle. I even managed to get sent off. But when we dug out that 0–0 draw…. We went ballistic. I sprinted out on the pitch with my jacket on. We did the Viking Clap so loudly that the whole of Iceland must have heard it. And when we went to a square in Reykjavik later that night, we saw tens of thousands of people waiting for us.

That’s when you realize that you’ve really made your country proud, you know?

Of course, qualifying was one thing. The tournament itself? Who knows? Many people thought we would be lucky just not to be embarrassed.

It’s funny, because I can recall the exact moment when I realized that we had something special. It was after a training session just before the tournament, when Eidur Gudjohnsen came up to me.

He said, “You know, Aron … I really wouldn’t want to play against us.”

I said, “What do you mean?”

He said, “Well, there’s no space. I wanted to play these passes, and I wanted to create chances … But I just couldn’t.”

And that’s when the penny dropped for me. Because if you didn’t know, Eidur is football royalty. He’s played for Pep Guardiola at Barcelona — he’s played with Ronaldinho and Messi. Basically, if Eidur says you have a great defense, you really do have a great defense.

We started off against Portugal. And everyone was talking about what Cristiano Ronaldo would do to us. “How many will he get? Two goals? A hat-trick?”

So when we ground out a 1–1 draw … well, the Portuguese weren’t happy.

Of course, we celebrated. Then I saw that Ronaldo had criticized us for having a “small-country mentality”.

And I thought, “Hang on, we’ve never been at this stage before. You have done it plenty of times. We’re Iceland. Of course we’re gonna be proud!”

We could only draw against Hungary next, so we needed a point against Austria in the final group game. They needed to win. As usual, we defended well. It was 1–1 on 90 minutes…. They’re putting pressure on us…. We clear a corner, we launch a counter-attack…. And we score!

Arnór Traustason! 94th minute! Iceland goes through to the knockout stage!

Unbelievable….

I guess you may have seen the clip of the commentator on Icelandic TV going berserk when we score. It went viral, and no wonder. I mean, the guy genuinely lost it. He was screaming and crying, losing his voice.

But the thing is, everyone in Iceland was feeling like that. It wasn’t just the players and the fans — it was people back home too. We were all going berserk.

As we celebrated on the pitch, I went looking for the drummer in the Iceland fan group. I knew him, so I gave him a hint … He told everyone to be quiet … and then we did our most famous rendition of the Viking Clap. We had never done it like that before, with both the fans and the players together.

It was just pure, spontaneous joy.

BOOM, BOOM, HÚH!



We were so relaxed ahead of the Round of 16 game against England. We had reached our goal — everything else was a bonus. We actually had extra motivation, because everyone in Iceland loves the Premier League — they show every single game on TV. Literally. So now we had this great chance to beat our heroes. And just in case anyone wasn’t fully up for it, Eidur made a speech.

He said, “Is everyone full? Do we want any more? Are we still hungry?”

You can imagine the roar of the response.

It was the opposite for England, I think. I almost felt sorry for them. They were under so much pressure, and you could definitely tell. They were making simple mistakes, getting the basics wrong…. They knew the trouble they would be in if they lost to Iceland.

Everyone spoke about how bad England were, but watch the game again. Look at how organized we are. We run. We shut down space. We cover for each other. What Eidur had said after that training session was spot on: We really are horrible to play against.

When the game was over, I sprinted toward our fans so quickly that I forgot to shake hands with the England players. So if you guys are reading this … sorry!

And, then … well, I know this may sound weird, because I’m this Icelander with all these tattoos and a beard and all that. But as we celebrated, I wanted to cry. Honestly. When we did the Viking Clap with our fans, shivers ran down my spine.

I must admit that it took us a while to come back down to earth after that tournament. But we managed to do it. You see, at our next team meeting, Heimir Hallgrímsson shook us back to life. He had been the joint first coach with Lars during the Euros, but now that Lars had left for the job in Norway, he was in charge.

His message was simple.

We had never made a World Cup in our nation’s history.

So … Why can’t we do it?



I mean, we could have said, “We’re tiny Iceland. Nobody expects us to qualify. We won’t put any extra pressure on ourselves.”

But there was no way that was happening. That’s just not us.

In fact, at the Euros, we had already sent people to scout our World Cup qualifying opponents. That tells you something about our mindset. We wanted more.

Some of us players are nearing the end now. We’re in our late 20s and early 30s, and we know we’ll have to give way for younger players soon. That’s why it’s so important that we pass on the values that have made us successful. I mean, we could go to Russia and try to play like Barcelona. But what would be the point? We’d just be a bad copy. We’d definitely be a worse team.

That’s not what Iceland is about. It never has been.

In a way, I see our style as a symbol of Iceland. Just look at some of our players — I mean, maybe we’re not the most technical. Maybe we’re not the prettiest to look at. But would you want to fight us? I don’t think so.

We’re united. We’re tough. We fear nothing.

And that’s the lesson I want to pass on to our young players in Russia. I want them to realize that if you work hard, and if you have guys who are willing to stick together, anything is possible in football. Anything. CC: mujtahida


Aron Gunnarsson
ICELAND

https://www.theplayerstribune.com/en-us/articles/there-be-ice-dragons-here

Thanks Bro. Let the last paragraph burn into the minds of the choir that likes to remind us that we are average. I say again you are as average as your guts.

Joebie:
A coach who says we are playing against one of the best midfielders is one who is poisoning the team to respect big name players. I’m only insinuating this from his post match excuses. It’s a very wrong mentality to approach a game. Hence, I agree with u on this.

Do you remember that after we won Argentina he kept reminding us that Messi didn't play?

Now this is a dude who really got mad at the eagles for losing...... check out the comments section yall .....lolzzzzzz


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SKvkEUSWmnY

Joebie:
Mujtahida , remember my response to that your European football question. Does the red bolded look familiar?

Yes I remember.

4pm Naija time.

ChrisKels:


What time is this match in Nigeria?