Chapter 64
And That's That
After a poor opening with Brazil at the start of the tournament, few expected Scotland to pull it off and get out of the group. Those who had made a bet on such a scenario were to be left with empty pockets as Scotland had managed to get out the group and not only that, but could've even
won the group had they scored more goals, but the main thing was that Scotland had qualified for the last sixteen with an encounter with the Italians. While many of the Tartan Army were booking their flights and tickets for the game in Marseille, it should've been a great time for the Scottish players to bask in the moment of their progression, but unknown to everyone, things were about to all get out of hand for the team. One downside was that Craig Burley would not be playing due to the red card he had gotten during the final group match with Morroco and that was something that Scotland could do without though as it would play out, that would not be the worst of what was to happen for Scotland...
Just two nights before their big game, many of the players had decided after one training exercise to have a drink at the bar in their hotel with Craig Burley leading the party (he was suspended for the next game due to the red card he had gotten in the game with Morocco) and at first it all seemed a nice quiet evening for the players to enjoy themselves, Craig Brown and his staff had headed up to their rooms to turn in for the night. Then during all this, a local Frenchman, looking like he was in his forties, had been hanging around the bar, it was unknown if he was a guest, visitor or someone a bit suspicious, either way it seems that there was a lack of security in the room.
For what felt like half an hour, the man didn't do anything other than sip his drink as he watched the Scottish players having a good chuckle with themselves before he slowly made his way over to join them. The team stopped their laughing when they saw the man approach him, he was a rather pudgy fellow with square glasses and a goatee beard and there was something about this man that looked odd as he stared at each of them.
Finally he spoke, "Bonjour, Ecosse êtes-vous?"
John Collins, who knew a bit of French thanks to his time playing at Monaco, decided to speak to man. "Qu'est-ce que c'est? Tout va bien?"
The Frenchman replied saying, "Tu veux que je te rejoigne?"
"What's he saying?" Asked Gordon Durie.
Collins looked back at his players with a rather bemused look. "He's wanting to have a drink wi' us...ye ok with this?"
His fellow teammates looked at each other not knowing what think of this unexpected request, that was before Paul Lambert spoke up. "Don't see why not, we're ambassadors fer Scotland, so I guess it's only right to be friendly."
The rest of the team nodded and muttered in agreement in which the Frenchman seem to understand that he was welcomed to join them due to their body language. "Merci," replied the Frenchman, "je vais vous chercher un verre."
And with that, he left them and headed over to where a bartender was cleaning one of the glasses as he went over to speak with him.
"What's he saying now?" Tom Boyd asked as he watched the man talked to the bartender.
"He wants to get us a drink," Collins replied with a hint of suspicion in his voice as he glanced between his teammates and the man. To their amazement, the Frenchman had brought them a large tray of full pints of beer before he placed in on the table and motioned them to enjoy. Reluctantly, the players accepted and began to drink and only intended to stay down there for an hour before getting to bed, two hours went by and they and the man were enjoying themselves, another hour went by and now they had gotten quite drunk with them now posing for funny poses for the Frenchman to take pictures with a camera in which due to them now being quite drunk, they didn't seem to realise this. The following day, a picture of the team having a booze up in a French pub was front page news in the British newspapers.
With that, all hell broke loose; the team came under fire from all angles and especially in the Scottish press who lamented that their own side had fallen to the levels of the England team referring to the latter team's infamous drunken time in Hong Kong prior to Euro '96. No one knew what happened to that Frenchman that night as he was never found again in the hotel and rumours swirled around in Scottish circles that he was possible a spy acting for the Italians to try and throw a spanner in the works for the Scots and disrupt them. That may sound crazy but then again given out of the controversial stories around Italian football regarding scandals, it wasn't quite far fetched if one was to think more about it.
Whatever the reason, this was the last thing the Scots needed and on the day their pictured appeared in the front page, Craig Brown lost the plot and went full mental at his players which was so unlike the normally good natured Scottish manager and this uncharacterized nature from him shook many of the players, with Colin Hendry recalling the events as such:
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"He just went at us; never seen him look so angry that it was almost like it wasn't the same guy that I respected. Not only that, but we were vilified back home in all the papers but I will agree that it was perhaps the most craziest moment I've had with the National Side and I'm sure that wee French fella was out to get us. I just wish I never agree to take a drink."
Colin Hendry - Match of the World Cup, BBC 2002
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Craig Brown during some happier moments at France '98; a far contrast of what was to follow
Even on the day of the match, that infamous event still hung over the team as when the team bus arrived at the stadium, they saw many of their fans, along with many Italian supporters, there to see them, but rather than cheer them, they simply give them a small clap as they trundled by. It was a terrible feeling that sunk down into the stomach of the players and they were more worried about their own supporters than the Italian team themselves. Craig Brown glared at the players and now he was seriously considering his future as Scotland manager as even if they were to
somehow win the World Cup after all this, he felt ashamed at what had happened and didn't want to have any part of it. Not that he couldn't think far ahead as now they had play Italy, the runner's up in the last World Cup and always a tough team for Scotland to try and play with memories of their last encounter in the World Cup Stateside in which Scotland managed to go 2-1 up on that occasion before Italy turned it around and won 3-2. That all said, it had proven to be the best game of the tournament though. All he could do was hope his tactics worked and that lady luck would smile on them.
Even before the game started, the Scottish fans had found themselves in a few problems as much like what English supporters had gotten themselves in for with fights in the streets of Marseille, the locals had been rocked by what the English had brought to the city and this time they were not going to take any more hooligan trouble and it seemed that they were all out to get out at the Scots and the good natured Tartan Army were looking like lost and frightened animals with rumours of some unfortunate Scottish fans being attacked (though later this was never confirmed and was likely a scaremongering story). To compound the problem further, it didn't help the mood of the fans who in the wake of the drunken photos being revealed had all fallen out of love with the team over their drunken moment of madness, even with the teams lined up for the anthems, the Tartan Army didn't sing Flower of Scotland with the gusto as many expected they would. It was almost if the fans themselves didn't want to be there and given that they were playing Italy who were pretty much expected to crush the Scot, it didn't seem hard to figure out why.
However credit to the Scots, playing in their change yellow kit, they went out on the offensive as if they were willing to make it up for their fans and Durie nearly managed to score in the fourth minute when the ball crashed on the cross bar and went out for a Italian goal kick. It was early days for sure, but it was showing that Scotland were willing to fight. The Italians themselves looked stunned and clearly hadn't expected the Scots to put up such a fight given what had happened to them and did struggle early on to make a clear cut chance as the Scots were undoubtfully getting the best of the chances. The sun blazed down on the field as the Scottish players started to sweat after just seventeen minutes of play while the Italians looked more comfortable in the heat and this would surely become more apparent in the game as what felt like in an instant, the thirty-seventh minute of the first half, Italy had now started to cause the Scots more problems on their backline and had found their style of play again in which the Scots were now struggling for ideas and right then in that very minute, Dino Baggio would cross the ball into the Scottish penalty area in which Vieri was there and he simply leapt up and header home the ball to give Italy the lead.
Joy after Italy's opening goal with Scotland
The second half became that bad for the Scots that the Tartan Army actually started
cheering every pass the Italians made as the Scotland team could do nothing more than chase shadows. TV footage of the game would be well remembered of a rather downhearted looking Craig Brown sitting on the bench with his hand on his chin and pondering what could he do to help his side get through, however it was becoming clear that Burley's absence in the team was clearly being felt by his countrymen. During the fifty-fifth minute when things were looking desperate for Scotland, Brown would roll the dice and make a double substation of taking off both Lambert and Jackson and brought on Scott Booth and Kevin Gallacher to help try and bring more fire power for Scotland. In some ways, it did work as Scotland did started moving forward, but every promising attempt was quickly snuffed out by an Italian player who seemed keen to add to their lead and in the fifty-ninth minute, Italy won a free kick some twenty-five yards away from the box thanks to a foul by David Weir on Moriero and up stepped Dino Baggio to take it and faced a yellow shirted Scottish wall in front who now were looking tired from all the work they had been doing to keep the game at 1-0.
Sadly for them their efforts there were to go wrong when Baggio slammed the ball over the Scottish wall and into the left side of the net in which poor Leighton tried his best to save it, but the ball would come off his glove and would hit the net. Scotland were 2-0 and sinking fast with everything looking all wrong for them. By this point with the game rolling into it's sixty-seventh minute, the Italian supporters were making a right din while the Tartan Army looked dejected and were very likely thinking of leaving the stadium and going home as it was clear that their team's time in this World Cup was about to come to an end. Craig Brown, while standing on the touchline shouting out orders which were mainly not to look even more stupid as they were now, the dejected Scotland manager shuffled over towards the bench and rested his hands on the top part of the glass covering. He clearly looked like a man who had ran out of ideas.
As much as Italy could've gone out and scored a few more goals to give Scotland the worst possible sending off present from France, they didn't decide to do that mercifully and instead opted to showboat and pass the ball around with cries of 'ole!' from their delighted supporters, even some of the Tartan Army joined in sarcastically with nothing else to cheer about. Eventually the second half would draw out slowly to a close and in the end, Italy would win by that result and move into the Quarter finals. In hindsight, it was a Scotland team that was well past it's prime by this point and probably couldn't do anything else to light up the tournament, though many younger stars would start moving through the ranks to take over from the old guard.
Durie thanks the fans after their 2-0 defeat to Italy that see's them exit the World Cup, note the yellow away kit for the match
Even without the scandal that had hindered the Scottish player a lot prior to the game, it was always going to be a tough game to match the Italians and the only comfort Craig Brown could take from this was that it could've been a lot worse really. Hard to imagine that this was nearly the same team that came close to winning silverware two years ago only to turn into a rather lacklustre and ancient looking team. However the truth was it was the first time since 1986 that Scotland had failed the reach the Quarter finals of a World Cup and a lot of rework would be needed to improve in preparation for the upcoming European championship qualifiers and a place in Belgium and Holland for that tournament. A thoughtful Craig Brown would leave France with a lot to think about for his side and his future as the manager, but now, the journey had come to an end for Scotland. On the other hand, they hadn't quite come home too soon...
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After the Scots would make their exit from the tournament, next up to try their luck at making it to the Quarter finals would be Wales on June 29th who would face of the Germans. For many, when it was seen that they would be playing the Germans that it was going to be a tough ask, but Wales thought that they might have a chance and one former player, a certain Ian Rush, believed that Wales could cause an upset here. For UK viewers, the game was to be broadcast on ITV and Rush would be in the studio acting as a TV pundit to debate with the other studio guests to discuss Wales' chances of beating Germany. Not surprisingly, many of those in the studios seemed to think that Germany would do the business and that Wales would be sent packing.
Surely they had to give Wales a chance? Then again his fellow pundits were English and some of that rivalry with the Welsh was showing through, he swear he could remember a smug look on Jimmy Hill's face, over on the BBC, when the Scots fell to the Italians and went on saying that Scotland were lucky to get that far and didn't have anything in it; the arrogance over their Euro '96 victory was starting to get on everyone's nerves who wasn't English. Granted he knew of the Welsh/Scottish rivalry that had started to take effect in recent yearss, but here he was willing to put differences aside and share his sympathy with the Scots. As they all went into detail saying by how much the Germans were going to win by, did they all forget that in recent years, Wales hadn't done so bad with the Germans such as a victory in 1991 and a draw just two years ago, both of which Rush did have a hand in doing.
Welsh fans, during an interview for ITV News in Montpellier prior to their match with Germany
Plus that wasn't putting into question that this German team was not only mostly the same one that had fell in the Semi finals of Euro '96 but also one that was past its prime so Rush and many of his fellow countrymen all felt that they had good reason to feel positive about the upcoming game. As the broadcast cut to a commercial break, Rush headed over to a nearby telephone and pulled out a roll of paper with a number on it. He dialled in a few numbers and waited to hear a response as the phone rang out, it would be long until he heard a voice on the other end.
"Hello?" Came a certain voice.
"Is that you, John?" Rush asked.
"Indeed you found the right guy," replied the voice of the Welsh manager, John Toshack. "How's it going?"
"Pretty shitty here," Rush joked darkly as he glanced back at the pundits all sharing in a joke about something. "Don't think you've got a TV in your dressing room showing ITV?"
Toshack paused. "No telly here, let alone coverage of the game, what are they saying?"
"You don't want to know," Rush sighed. "All they are saying is that you're going to get whacked by the Germans. I feel exhausted trying to prove a point that Wales have a chance, you know?"
The Welsh manager chuckled on the other end. "Oh yeah? You mean that rabbled you've been forced to deal with? I feel sorry on your end, feels much easier down here."
Rush then noticed one of the crew members was motioning Rush to get back to the couch as they would be back on air soon. "Look John I've got to go now, do us a favour by telling the lads what they've been saying about us, lie if you want, and beat the Germans...Can't wait to see the look on their faces when done."
"I'll try," Toshack chuckled. "A favour from one Welshman to another." And with that, the call ended and Rush headed over the annoying bunch, he just hoped that everything would be alright...
What followed in that first half was, to put in bluntly, a rotten affair. It had ended 0-0 though despite the Germans giving the poor Welsh a battering and getting a few decent chances, Wales had been brave throughout that first half, Rush was kicking himself in the studio when Dean Saunders squandered a wonderful chance in the thirty-seventh minute to take the lead in which German keeper, Andreas Köpke, was sent the wrong way and Saunders had an open goal to fire at, but he made an absolute howler of it when he couldn't get his foot on the ball right and sent the ball wide of the post. That miss had been the main topic of the pundits in that studio with then going on about how it was Wales' best chance of the game and if they were ever to get another chance like that again and even Rush was starting to find it difficult to try and justify Wales having a chance of victory.
Giggs during the start of the second half
Rush though felt positive despite standing the face of impossible odds. To him, the fact that Germany hadn't scored yet was a good thing and as the teams went out onto the field to start off the second half, Rush sat back in his seat as he and his colleagues all began to watch the second half. This time, Wales started off well as not only were they keeping what was now starting to show a very tired German team, but also were pressing further up the field and surely there was a chance for something to happen here and Rush rubbed his hands together with him muttering under his breath, "punt it up to Dean." In the forty-seventh minute, Ryan Giggs would get the ball from Rob Edwards and would take flight with the ball and run right down on that left German flank with the Welsh supporters in the crowd rising to their feet as expectation seemed to flow through their veins.
The feeling got more stronger as Giggs managed to outwit the likes of Heinrich, Helmer and Babbel and from right on the left side of the penalty box, Giggs fired home a powerful shot that hit the underside of the roof of the net and to the amazement of many, Wales had taken the lead! Rush wouldn't remember the celebrations from Giggs as the latter found himself piled on by his teammates and for the former Welsh star watching the game couldn't help but leap out of his chair and punch his fist in the air.
"GET IN!" He bellowed out before clapping happily as he sat back in his chair, "what a goal son, let's do this!"
He didn't care of the bemused looks on his fellow pundits faces, but he was more happy at the fact that Wales had gotten the best start to the second half, another goal would surely seal it for Wales. In the fifty-sixth minute, he would make noise again (knowing that their reactions were not being broadcast live), though this time out of anger over a yellow card that Savage would get over a tackle on Thomas Helmer. "Wasn't even a bloody card," Rush hissed angrily, "bet this referee will try and swing it in favour for Germany."
Thomas Häßler trying to help get German back into the game
Wales' opening goal would indeed get the Germans come out fighting and started to play much better, almost if they had just realised that they were heading for a shock exit if things were to remain like this. Chances would come for the Germans but they would be let down by their final finish would see the ball either fall over the goal or be saved quite comfortably by Wales' own keeper, Paul Jones, who funnily enough had a much easier game than he dared thought, though Rush's eyes would glance over at the top left of the TV screen and see the time now at 66:39 (or sixty-six minutes played for those not in the know) with score still at 1-0 for Wales and he was fearing that their lead was a slender one and the more Germany kept attacking then the more chance there was for a German goal sooner than later. It was unclear who was more scared here, the Germans who knew time was running out or the Welsh who felt time was going slow.
Rush didn't know what to feel, all he wanted was a second goal for Wales that would kill this game surely. "Come on lads, don't let me down," he uttered as he clenched the armrests on his chair, tension was now getting to him.
With just sixteen minutes left, it would be a nerve shredder moment in which Germany came forward in which the ball would be crossed over to Klinsmann in which Paul Jones had to throw his body towards the ground and pull of perhaps the save of his life by landing on top of the ball and preventing a German goal.
"What a save son!" Rush yelled excitedly and applauded with glee. That was certain to be a German goal, Wales were still in this game and surely they must've felt that they had a chance to win this game. Another ten minutes rolled by in which the game became heavily contested in the midfield and Wales were certainly giving the Germans a tough game who it was becoming clear that the larger football nation seemed to have underestimated them and their frustration boiled over in which Tarnet would get a booking over a brief spat with Chris Coleman in the eighty-forth minute.
Dean Saunders during the game with Germany
Then not so long after that just two minutes later, Wales were awarded a free kick from outside the penalty box and Dean Saunders stood up to take it and stared at the goals with great intensity as he planned how to beat that German defensive wall. The referee blew and he curled the ball up and over the wall and it would nestle right into the right hand corner of the back of the net and the Welsh supporters both in the stadium and everywhere watching that game would've all jumped up for joy as they were so close to reaching their first World Cup Quarter final since Mexico '86. No more happy than this was Ian Rush who once again leapt up from his seat and roared with delight as that ball went in. He glanced over and saw the glum or embarrassed face pundits who were all starting to realise that their predictions of a win for Germany and a Wales defeat were all going up in smoke.
As the game went into the final three minutes of added injury time, many Germany supporters began leaving the ground in dismay and anger over their team's lacklustre performance and a humiliating loss. There would be some consolation towards the end when right in the last minute of injury time, Klinsmann would deny Wales a clean sheet and get a goal back for Germany, but it was all for nothing as that large scoreboard inside the Stade de la Mosson that was now reading
Allemagne 1 - 2 Pays de Galles. Anyone in Wales that night will remember the wild celebrations that went on well into the night as they had caused a huge upset and the thought of being just three games away from winning the whole thing seemed now possible; football fever had now all but gripped Wales that summer of 1998.
They had knocked out one of the big boys and many red face punters who predicted a Germany victory were left muttering that football is a funny game and that the German national side was in trouble with this loss being the wake up call. The loss itself would go down as one of Germany's most humiliating results and Wales' finest with Ian Rush sporting a Cheshire cat grin over his fellow punters and accusing them for doubting about Wales' chances, something that many of his fellow countrymen all got a right kick out of seeing. Now Wales would travel to Lyon where they were to face either Croatia or England, and one of those sides had many licking their lips in great excitement over. Either way, all British eyes would mow be turned onto England as they became the next Home Nation to play. Was there to be more shocks in this World Cup following that result...?
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A day later after Wales' victory over Germany that sent them into the last eight, it was time for England to try and follow their Welsh counterparts into the next round. That said though, things were all that comfortable for England as Alan Shearer was a nervous man as he led out his teammates on to the Parc Lescure in Bordeaux. The sound that was coming from the madcap Croatia supporters up on the terraces was something to behold as for once, the English support looked stumped on how to counteract on the new nation they were to face, though in many ways one could hardly blame for the pride being shown by the Croatians. Born out of the ashes of the Yugoslavian war that saw the once great football country of Yugoslavia collapse and saw the rise of many independent nations rising up with Croatia being one of them and this would be their debut at a World Cup (their first tournament being just two years was at Euro '96 which by chance was set in England).
England, with all their resources, rich football heritage and a recent European Championship title to their name, were favourites in this game, but Shearer was wary to simply write of the Croatians as the little nation had nothing to lose and from the first blast of the referee's whistle, Croatia showed everyone how stubborn and spirted they really were when right in the seventh minute or putting England under a bit of the cosh, Goran Vlaović would fire a shot across the England goal line that had it gone an inch further to the side, then it might've gone in. It was a very strange opening half for England who looked quite jaded when compared to the likes of Croatia who had been the better team in this opening half, even the skills of Paul Gascoigne seemed weakened here as if he was being held back by some invisible ball and chain.
Owen tries to help his team get a foothold in the match
Every time an England player wasted a pass that was collected by a Croatian player, their own supporters would either groan or boo in frustration, they should've been on top of the Croatians, not the other way around! England though would finally get something of a good chance in the eighteenth minute when Beckham crossed a shot into the box in the hope of Shearer getting his head onto it and send that ball into the back of the net. He would get his head on it but he had too much power on the ball and instead only succeeded in sending the ball flying up and over the crossbar into a row of goading Croatian fans. Over on the bench, Sir Terry Venables (now proudly knighted following the tournament) looked a frustrated man as he sat there on the bench as the plucky Croatians seem to outwit England at every possibility with passing and such. He was almost thinking abut those people watching on TV and wondering if all the hype of those pundits fancying England's chances of winning the World Cup and gaining a double were all about to blow in their faces and if this England side was all that good according to many of those pundits and media outlets.
Did the players believe in the hype that seemed to flying at all angles? Venables hoped not, then again winning the European Championship on home soil had made him and the team media darlings, though when he thought about it more, they were lucky even then. Their opponents in the final, Scotland, had really pushed them all the way with them coming from behind and nearly few minutes away from the winning it, and even when England did win it with a Golden goal, few would remember that McCoist almost scored a Golden goal that could've seen the Scots winning the final in their arch rival's backyard and if they had done that...he dared not even worth speculating about it. Would he still have the England job? He had only stayed on after the overwhelming demand from much of the public to so even though he had made it clear he would leave after Euro '96. Would they have any hype going in this if they hadn't won it and would they've been a better team?
So many questions but yet the England manager could only put these thoughts at the back of his mind as he focused on the game currently taking place. Thankfully for him in the twenty-eighth minute, England had finally started to work out how to stop the underdog nation by pushing them back and seeing the likes of Shearer, Owen and Gascoigne all trying their hand at breaking the deadlock with the young Michael Owen being the one in the thirty-third minute coming the closest to scoring when he raced through a gap in the defence and when in the box went out to fire at the goal, though only succeeded in firing the ball straight at Croatian keeper, Ladić who had no trouble in getting his hands on it.
Vlaović during the game with England
Fouls were not far away as then in the thirty-fifth minute, Croatian captain, Boban, and Paul Ince would come together in a clash for a loose ball which saw both players fall on each other and the two of them getting into an argument over who was at fault. Even the Argentine referee for the game didn't know who to blame so instead went out and booked both players, much to their dismay. But that wasn't to be the end of it as combined with England trying their hardest to break the deadlock along with Croatia being a very stubborn customer who looked more keen to simply frustrate England and wait for their moment, it was proving to be a very stop/start game that wasn't going to please many watching it as fouls started to happen all over the place and the poor referee was having a difficult time in keeping the game flowing. He must've felt that it was going to be one of those days.
With five minutes to go until the break, Croatia who at this point had done pretty much nothing, went on a sudden counter attack run on England's left flank with Asanović going on the run down there and crossed the ball over into the box in the hope of Davor Šuker getting on it and making some magic. The ball curled downwards in the box and Šuker tried to do a one footed volley towards the England goal and Seaman went diving onto the left but saw in his horror the ball going straight down the middle. But football works in strange ways and to his shock, the ball instead went off his leg and curled upwards into the air to land on the roof of the net and out for a Croatian corner, the England goalkeeper lay on his back with relief and he look on his face really said it all.
The following corner kick would be cleared easily by Sol Campbell and the ball would be launched up the field and England now hoped just to waste time and go in a half time to regroup. After some wayward passing from England later, they managed to get to the end of the first half with the game still goalless. To put it bluntly, it was hardly a good game of football with Croatia clearly giving England a run for their money and it would be difficult to debate which one of the two sides would be the more happier at this point and regardless, the second half needed to be better to the many thousands of fans up in the stands looking unimpressed so far.
Shearer cuts a frustrated figure during the last sixteen game with Croatia
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Thankfully for many, the second half would prove to be a more free flowing half with it being quite clear that both managers had really laid into their players to act better in the second half. It would be end to end action with it looking like either side could score and was a far contrast to that dinge fest in the first half with then just after four minutes into the second half, Shearer slammed home a wonderful volley that slammed into the back of the net and this set up much joy among the English, but his and many of his fellow countrymen's joy was short lived as the linesman had no trouble in raising his flag in ruling his effort offside and giving Croatia a big sigh of relief for that. Nonetheless, England kept pressing for an opening goal with Croatia trying too, though England by this point were now piling the pressure on Croatia and looking the more likely to score here.
Then in the fifty-seventh minute after much heaving and huffing, England won a free kick right near on the edge of the field with Beckham up to take it. He swung it over to the box and with a powerful and downward header, Owen sent the ball into the bottom right of the net and at long last with the flag remaining down, England had found the breakthrough and at last the English supporters could have something to cheer about. Croatia tried to move out of their half and push forward into the English half, but their frustration was starting to show in the sixty-second minute, Slaven Bilić would get a booking for a bad foul on Gascoigne and not long after that in the seventieth minute, an English player would also get a yellow card being Beckham for a shove on Jarni and this saw many of the Croatia players and fans cry out wanting a more harsher punishment, though Beckham would give off free this time...
With twelve minutes to go, England would win a corner and by this point, England had kept themselves looking promising for another goal while Croatia were looking slack and exhausted. Even their previously noisy supporters had now lost their voice over the growing realisation that this game would slowly slipping away from them. The corner is taking and up comes Shearer to leap up into the air and headed in the goal to give England a 2-0 lead, by this point it is all over. Croatia finally give up and England held on to win the game. By no means was it a classic game by all accounts, but what matters from an English perspective is that they were through to the Quarter Finals for a clash with the Welsh lying in wait.
Despite losing, Croatia celebrate with their supporters while holding their flag
While England may have won the game here, it is Croatia who win the praise from the neutral French supporters in the ground for their plucky spirt and go on a lap of honour around the ground holding up their national flag in front of the spectators in the stadium just as the English players were leaving down the tunnel. By the looks of pride on the faces of the Croatians, some might have been mistaking that they had won though given the circumstances sawing the independence of Croatia in the few years by this point, it did mean a little bit more for some. For some who had been following the team in their short existence would suspect that Croatia would be a team that could really go places in the future and that would certainly be the case many years later all of that is another story. Regardless whoever was to win in the next match, there was a guarantee of a British team in the Semi finals and for now, it was time for England to celebrate.
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And there we are, one down, two to go. Most of the results are pretty much the same as in the old TL though there has been some changes made such of tidying things up such as spelling, grammar and other various things to make things better. Anyway hope you enjoyed this update and as always, the fixture list for the Quarter-Finals.
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Brazil vs Denmark
Netherlands vs Argentina
Italy vs France
Wales vs England
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So who will win and why? Until, I'll be see you all later next with an earlier than planned update due to me heading on holiday that would normally disrupt the usual Wednesday schedule. See you soon for Wales vs England in Lyon!