Después del mesecito de Agosto que estamos sufriendo por aquí, el escuchar esta sintonía y ver el sorteo de hoy es para mí sinónimo de que ya queda menos.
jueves, 25 de agosto de 2011
Sorteos europeos, mi señal esperada
Es la primera etapa, el primer punto, la primera señal de que el verano se acaba. Ni cabañuelas, ni anuncios de vuelta al cole de El Corte Inglés, ni tormentas de verano, los sorteos de competiciones europeas son para mí el verdadero inicio del final del verano. Ese es uno de los aspectos por el que quizás me guste tanto, y otros.
Después del mesecito de Agosto que estamos sufriendo por aquí, el escuchar esta sintonía y ver el sorteo de hoy es para mí sinónimo de que ya queda menos.
Después del mesecito de Agosto que estamos sufriendo por aquí, el escuchar esta sintonía y ver el sorteo de hoy es para mí sinónimo de que ya queda menos.
domingo, 21 de agosto de 2011
Batman
La verdad, que más que de Batman siempre he sido más de Joker, sobre todo del Joker de Jack Nicholson. De ahí que lleve bastante tiempo utilizando su imagen en esta película como avatar de varios foros, y en este blog. Hace un papelazo, y ha tenido que pasar bastante tiempo para que otro actor, en este caso el difunto Heath Ledger, llegue a interpretar al Joker con la misma maestría si cabe.
Su estreno parecía que iba a ser un refrito de la serie y película del 66 del Batman de Adam West, pero resulto ser todo un éxito. El resultado fue un Batman más oscuro, más frio y calculador, con mejores vehículos y armamento, y por primera vez sin Robin. Que unido a un reparto más que consagrado de actores y una banda sonora excepcional (tanto la instrumental de Danni Elfman como la comercial de Prince), resultaron ser todo un bombazo en taquilla.
Año: 1989
Duración: 121 min.
País: Estados Unidos
Título Original: Batman
Género: Fantástico. Thriller. Acción
Director: Tim Burton
Guión: Sam Hamm, Warren Skaaren (Cómic: Bob Kane)
Música: Danny Elfman (Canciones: Prince)
Fotografía: Roger Pratt
Reparto: Michael Keaton, Jack Nicholson, Kim Basinger, Robert Wuhl, Pat Hingle, Billy Dee Williams, Michael Gough, Jack Palance, Jerry Hall, Tracey Walter, Lee Wallace, William Hootkins, Philip Tan
Sinopsis: La oscura y peligrosa ciudad de Gotham tan sólo se halla protegida por su corrupto cuerpo de policía. A pesar de los esfuerzos del fiscal del distrito Harvey Dent y el comisionado de policía Jim Gordon, la ciudad es cada vez más insegura hasta que aparece Batman, el Señor de la Noche. La reputada jornalista Vicky Vale intentará descubrir el secreto que se oculta tras la capa del hombre murciélago.
Críticas: "Es una elaborada e indefinida reencarnación a la gran pantalla de los cómic de los años cincuenta. (...) No es ni divertida ni solemne. Tiene la personalidad no de una película concreta, sino de un producto, de algo que viene de una decisión corporativa." (Vincent Canby: The New York Times)
"Interesante recreación con muy buena ambientación. Altamente comercial y muy entretenida" (Fernando Morales: Diario El País)
"Un filme regocijante y barroco que, pese a todo, inserta en una superproducción comercial una mirada a la cara turbia del héroe." (Miguel Ángel Palomo: Diario El País)
Su estreno parecía que iba a ser un refrito de la serie y película del 66 del Batman de Adam West, pero resulto ser todo un éxito. El resultado fue un Batman más oscuro, más frio y calculador, con mejores vehículos y armamento, y por primera vez sin Robin. Que unido a un reparto más que consagrado de actores y una banda sonora excepcional (tanto la instrumental de Danni Elfman como la comercial de Prince), resultaron ser todo un bombazo en taquilla.
Año: 1989
Duración: 121 min.
País: Estados Unidos
Título Original: Batman
Género: Fantástico. Thriller. Acción
Director: Tim Burton
Guión: Sam Hamm, Warren Skaaren (Cómic: Bob Kane)
Música: Danny Elfman (Canciones: Prince)
Fotografía: Roger Pratt
Reparto: Michael Keaton, Jack Nicholson, Kim Basinger, Robert Wuhl, Pat Hingle, Billy Dee Williams, Michael Gough, Jack Palance, Jerry Hall, Tracey Walter, Lee Wallace, William Hootkins, Philip Tan
Sinopsis: La oscura y peligrosa ciudad de Gotham tan sólo se halla protegida por su corrupto cuerpo de policía. A pesar de los esfuerzos del fiscal del distrito Harvey Dent y el comisionado de policía Jim Gordon, la ciudad es cada vez más insegura hasta que aparece Batman, el Señor de la Noche. La reputada jornalista Vicky Vale intentará descubrir el secreto que se oculta tras la capa del hombre murciélago.
Críticas: "Es una elaborada e indefinida reencarnación a la gran pantalla de los cómic de los años cincuenta. (...) No es ni divertida ni solemne. Tiene la personalidad no de una película concreta, sino de un producto, de algo que viene de una decisión corporativa." (Vincent Canby: The New York Times)
"Interesante recreación con muy buena ambientación. Altamente comercial y muy entretenida" (Fernando Morales: Diario El País)
"Un filme regocijante y barroco que, pese a todo, inserta en una superproducción comercial una mirada a la cara turbia del héroe." (Miguel Ángel Palomo: Diario El País)
miércoles, 17 de agosto de 2011
Pufff 37 grados
Menudo mesecito, que ganas tengo de que se acabe, menos mal que ya queda poco. Aunque no es como el de 2003, este año de momento es que ni hemos tenido el típico día nublado de Agosto.
lunes, 8 de agosto de 2011
La edad de oro del deporte español IV
Verano de éxito para las selecciones inferiores de baloncesto y futbol. Parece que el relevo generacional, a las ya exitosas selecciones absolutas, está garantizado.
Campeón Europeo Baloncesto Sub 20 Femenino
Una generación de oro (53-62)
Campeón Europeo Baloncesto Sub 20 Masculino
¡España, campeona de Europa U20!
Subcampeón Mundial Baloncesto Sub 19 Femenino
Subcampeonas del Mundo ante EE UU (46-69)
Campeón Europeo Baloncesto Sub 18 Masculino
Brillantes campeones ante Serbia (65-71)
Tercer puesto Europeo Baloncesto Sub 16 Masculino
Bonce de infarto ante Francia (53-61)
Campeón Europeo Fútbol Sub 17 Femenino
¡España es Campeona de Europa Sub-17!
Campeón Europeo Fútbol Sub 21 Masculino
Estos chicos son muy grandes
Campeón Europeo Fútbol Sub 19 Masculino
¡¡Campeones de Europa!!
Para hacer el año aún más exitoso en estos deportes, aún se están disputando o están próximos los europeos Sub 16 y Sub 18 femeninos de baloncesto, el europeo de baloncesto absoluto y el mundial de fútbol sub 20. Y eso contando sólo esto, que en el mundial de natación, las zagalas de sincronizada se trajeron otra buena cosecha de medallas. Jodete Platini.
Campeón Europeo Baloncesto Sub 20 Femenino
Una generación de oro (53-62)
Campeón Europeo Baloncesto Sub 20 Masculino
¡España, campeona de Europa U20!
Subcampeón Mundial Baloncesto Sub 19 Femenino
Subcampeonas del Mundo ante EE UU (46-69)
Campeón Europeo Baloncesto Sub 18 Masculino
Brillantes campeones ante Serbia (65-71)
Tercer puesto Europeo Baloncesto Sub 16 Masculino
Bonce de infarto ante Francia (53-61)
Campeón Europeo Fútbol Sub 17 Femenino
¡España es Campeona de Europa Sub-17!
Campeón Europeo Fútbol Sub 21 Masculino
Estos chicos son muy grandes
Campeón Europeo Fútbol Sub 19 Masculino
¡¡Campeones de Europa!!
Para hacer el año aún más exitoso en estos deportes, aún se están disputando o están próximos los europeos Sub 16 y Sub 18 femeninos de baloncesto, el europeo de baloncesto absoluto y el mundial de fútbol sub 20. Y eso contando sólo esto, que en el mundial de natación, las zagalas de sincronizada se trajeron otra buena cosecha de medallas. Jodete Platini.
miércoles, 3 de agosto de 2011
In praise of Real Murcia
Agosto de 2008. Un tipo galés acude a Nueva Condomina acompañado de uno de sus hijos al partido del centenario contra el Ajax, de los muchos extranjeros que residen o veranean por la costa, y que suelen acudir a los partidos de pretemporada o primeros de liga. Éste en cuestión tiene un blog de dicado al futbol, y en Diciembre de 2010 publicó una entrada sobre su estancia en dicho partido, las experiencias y sensaciones que se llevó del club, la afición y la ciudad.
No es necesario ganar títulos o arrastrar masas para ser un club grande. La letra de nuestro himno así lo atestigua: “El que es socio del Real Murcia es socio de un club señor”, porque “siempre a tu regazo permanecemos fieles”.
In praise of Real Murcia
In praise of Real Murcia
Posted on December 8, 2010 by ffwtbol
Sometimes you visit a club and it leaves an unexpected impression on you. This is how it was with Real Murcia, a club that I was barely aware of, but which now has a place among my favourite teams due in part to good fortune and happy coincidence, but also due to the more than impressive public relations operation which puts our own clubs’ efforts to shame.
It was August 2008. We were on a family holiday on the Spanish coast near Torrevieja. As usual on holidays I sought a match to watch, and the nearest club was Torrevieja who seemed to have an active ex-pat following. I’ve always found it difficult to to get information on local games abroad, particularly friendlies, and after scouring forums and newspapers and official websites, I gave up. Murcia were playing Ajax, and that would be worth an hour’s drive.
I took my eldest lad Gruff who was 8 years old at the time and we set off. The availability of sat navy has given me the confidence to drive across Europe in a way that I just wouldn’t have done a decade ago. I tapped in the name of Murcia’s stadium, La Condomina, and off we went.
We arrived in the centre of Murcia some time before the advertised kick off, and noticed the streets were surprisingly empty. The Tomtom showed that we were less than a mile away and I started to look for parking places. But where were the fans? I drove on, and on turning a corner I saw the rear of a steep terrace buried in amongst a scruffy street. There was an old man sitting in a shed in an empty car park with a few match posters stuck on the walls. This was Real Murcia?
Well it was once, but it isn’t now. Real Murcia had played here until 2006, but had since moved to a new ground on the outskirts of the City. I was disappointed. This looked like a ground with real character. As close as you could get to a Barnsley or Burnley in the middle of Spain. With a scribbled map and a red face, I drove on.
The drive out of Murcia takes you back onto the autoroute and after a while you suddenly climb over the brow of a hill, and are struck by a dramatic vista. In the distance you are drawn to the glorious sight of the new Condomina, the Estadio Nueva Condomina, sitting there grandly aloof, illuminating the environment like the spaceship from Close Encounters.
Wow! Look at that. We parked up in one of the huge free car parks that surrounded the ground and hurried towards what we thought was an 8pm kickoff. We were speaking Welsh to each other and I was suddenly stopped with a hand on our shoulder. A well dressed home fan in his twenties wanted to know if we were speaking Dutch. Were we Ajax fans?
I needn’t have worried. He had a couple of spare tickets and was looking to pass them on. He welcomed us to Murcia and pressed the complimentaries into our hand. That was the first act of generosity shown by our hosts, but not the last.
As we always, we found our way to the club shop. Straight away, we were struck by a fantastic flourescent green kit. As we’d saved on the ticket price, I bought one for Gruff, and a couple of tee shirts for my other sons. When they heard we were visiting from Wales, the shop manager insisted on adding a free scarf to the order.
The stadium itself was impressive in a Madjeski sort of way. And we were in amongst the few dozen ultras that had gathered for this friendly against Ajax. These were obviously proud fans, and the club had enough ambition to built a 33,000 capacity stadium despite it’s natural position oscillating between La Liga and the Segunda Division. They now play in the 3rd tier of Spanish football.
I wasn’t aware that 2008 was the anniversary of their foundation, and that this was no ordinary friendly. A host of former players were paraded around the ground, and then a fireworks display began outside the stadium boundaries. Singers sang, and speakers spoke. It was almost 10 o’ clock and the game still hadn’t started.
The match held little interest, and even though Real Murcia won 2-1, it was deadly boring. I know we always say that the football is only a small part of the trip, but in this instance it was totally superfluous.
It was about six months later that I had cause to contact the club again. Gruff was doing a school project on travel, and we were putting together a scrapbook of all the football matches he’d travelled to. A teacher at school asked him to write to clubs he’d visited asking for momentous for his project.
Gee thanks. I knew from my time working for a club that the standard response to this sort of request was to ignore it, or maybe send a generic reply. Nonetheless, I helped Gruff compose his email, and was planning to get something cheap off ebay and pretend that Murcia had sent it. Within a few hours, we received this response.
Hello Gruff, Thank you very much for your e-mail. The next magazine we will published in april. I sell you by post. My inglish is very bad, sorry!!
A lot of kisses from Murcia!
María José Nicolás
Real Murcia CF SAD
A lot of kisses! He got a lot of kisses! Can you imagine Cardiff City sending a lot of kisses? Cardiff City, who charged Gruff £100 to be a mascot, and still made him pay for his own seat at the game? Cardiff City, who charged £100 for him to be a mascot and didn’t even let him run round the pitch?
A few days later came a parcel from Spain. It included free posters, badges, magazines, a keyring and three copies of the club song on CD. What a gesture. What a club. The CD is magnificent and is played in the car on the way to school every day of the week. My three boys all know the words now – it’s like an episode of Dora the Explorer on my back seat.
More was to follow. A month later came a copy of the official club magazine. It included this small item. Fair play to Real Murcia – they’ve got a fan for life now. British clubs could learn a lot.
The club has a couple of Welsh connections. George Higgins from Barry recently left Cardiff City’s academy to play for the Spanish side before moving on, and John Toshack was their manager in 2004 before he took on the Wales job.
They have another Welsh connection now. Every morning at about half past eight, you can hear this fantastic club song blaring out of the windows of a dented blue Renault as it makes it’s shaky way along Bangor Road.
Uo Oh Oh Oh … Real Murcia
You sing
as one soul
Hundred years with you and all who come
Marked by the glory of an eternal flame
If the going gets tough, taste victory
The past and future are brought together by your shield
Because we are one
Because so much is our hallmark
Because we love our land
No es necesario ganar títulos o arrastrar masas para ser un club grande. La letra de nuestro himno así lo atestigua: “El que es socio del Real Murcia es socio de un club señor”, porque “siempre a tu regazo permanecemos fieles”.
In praise of Real Murcia
In praise of Real Murcia
Posted on December 8, 2010 by ffwtbol
Sometimes you visit a club and it leaves an unexpected impression on you. This is how it was with Real Murcia, a club that I was barely aware of, but which now has a place among my favourite teams due in part to good fortune and happy coincidence, but also due to the more than impressive public relations operation which puts our own clubs’ efforts to shame.
It was August 2008. We were on a family holiday on the Spanish coast near Torrevieja. As usual on holidays I sought a match to watch, and the nearest club was Torrevieja who seemed to have an active ex-pat following. I’ve always found it difficult to to get information on local games abroad, particularly friendlies, and after scouring forums and newspapers and official websites, I gave up. Murcia were playing Ajax, and that would be worth an hour’s drive.
I took my eldest lad Gruff who was 8 years old at the time and we set off. The availability of sat navy has given me the confidence to drive across Europe in a way that I just wouldn’t have done a decade ago. I tapped in the name of Murcia’s stadium, La Condomina, and off we went.
We arrived in the centre of Murcia some time before the advertised kick off, and noticed the streets were surprisingly empty. The Tomtom showed that we were less than a mile away and I started to look for parking places. But where were the fans? I drove on, and on turning a corner I saw the rear of a steep terrace buried in amongst a scruffy street. There was an old man sitting in a shed in an empty car park with a few match posters stuck on the walls. This was Real Murcia?
Well it was once, but it isn’t now. Real Murcia had played here until 2006, but had since moved to a new ground on the outskirts of the City. I was disappointed. This looked like a ground with real character. As close as you could get to a Barnsley or Burnley in the middle of Spain. With a scribbled map and a red face, I drove on.
The drive out of Murcia takes you back onto the autoroute and after a while you suddenly climb over the brow of a hill, and are struck by a dramatic vista. In the distance you are drawn to the glorious sight of the new Condomina, the Estadio Nueva Condomina, sitting there grandly aloof, illuminating the environment like the spaceship from Close Encounters.
Wow! Look at that. We parked up in one of the huge free car parks that surrounded the ground and hurried towards what we thought was an 8pm kickoff. We were speaking Welsh to each other and I was suddenly stopped with a hand on our shoulder. A well dressed home fan in his twenties wanted to know if we were speaking Dutch. Were we Ajax fans?
I needn’t have worried. He had a couple of spare tickets and was looking to pass them on. He welcomed us to Murcia and pressed the complimentaries into our hand. That was the first act of generosity shown by our hosts, but not the last.
As we always, we found our way to the club shop. Straight away, we were struck by a fantastic flourescent green kit. As we’d saved on the ticket price, I bought one for Gruff, and a couple of tee shirts for my other sons. When they heard we were visiting from Wales, the shop manager insisted on adding a free scarf to the order.
The stadium itself was impressive in a Madjeski sort of way. And we were in amongst the few dozen ultras that had gathered for this friendly against Ajax. These were obviously proud fans, and the club had enough ambition to built a 33,000 capacity stadium despite it’s natural position oscillating between La Liga and the Segunda Division. They now play in the 3rd tier of Spanish football.
I wasn’t aware that 2008 was the anniversary of their foundation, and that this was no ordinary friendly. A host of former players were paraded around the ground, and then a fireworks display began outside the stadium boundaries. Singers sang, and speakers spoke. It was almost 10 o’ clock and the game still hadn’t started.
The match held little interest, and even though Real Murcia won 2-1, it was deadly boring. I know we always say that the football is only a small part of the trip, but in this instance it was totally superfluous.
It was about six months later that I had cause to contact the club again. Gruff was doing a school project on travel, and we were putting together a scrapbook of all the football matches he’d travelled to. A teacher at school asked him to write to clubs he’d visited asking for momentous for his project.
Gee thanks. I knew from my time working for a club that the standard response to this sort of request was to ignore it, or maybe send a generic reply. Nonetheless, I helped Gruff compose his email, and was planning to get something cheap off ebay and pretend that Murcia had sent it. Within a few hours, we received this response.
Hello Gruff, Thank you very much for your e-mail. The next magazine we will published in april. I sell you by post. My inglish is very bad, sorry!!
A lot of kisses from Murcia!
María José Nicolás
Real Murcia CF SAD
A lot of kisses! He got a lot of kisses! Can you imagine Cardiff City sending a lot of kisses? Cardiff City, who charged Gruff £100 to be a mascot, and still made him pay for his own seat at the game? Cardiff City, who charged £100 for him to be a mascot and didn’t even let him run round the pitch?
A few days later came a parcel from Spain. It included free posters, badges, magazines, a keyring and three copies of the club song on CD. What a gesture. What a club. The CD is magnificent and is played in the car on the way to school every day of the week. My three boys all know the words now – it’s like an episode of Dora the Explorer on my back seat.
More was to follow. A month later came a copy of the official club magazine. It included this small item. Fair play to Real Murcia – they’ve got a fan for life now. British clubs could learn a lot.
The club has a couple of Welsh connections. George Higgins from Barry recently left Cardiff City’s academy to play for the Spanish side before moving on, and John Toshack was their manager in 2004 before he took on the Wales job.
They have another Welsh connection now. Every morning at about half past eight, you can hear this fantastic club song blaring out of the windows of a dented blue Renault as it makes it’s shaky way along Bangor Road.
Uo Oh Oh Oh … Real Murcia
You sing
as one soul
Hundred years with you and all who come
Marked by the glory of an eternal flame
If the going gets tough, taste victory
The past and future are brought together by your shield
Because we are one
Because so much is our hallmark
Because we love our land
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