Friday, May 28, 2021

EM 2020--Group A Preview

Introduction—“Italian calculations”

(Italy, Switzerland, Turkey, Wales)

     


Football. Sweet football. After a two-year COVID-enforced hiatus, we’re finally back!

 

Lord, have we been patient. Two full domestic campaigns were completed since the last time we were allowed to indulge in our usual frivolity.  On June 11th at the Stadio Olympico in Rome, the wait will finally be over. All of the glory of the beautiful game at the nation-state-level returns. 

 

Gentlemen, prepare to experience the only true religion of the secular age.  Italy vs. Turkey on the Friday after next. Mark your calendars. There shall be passion, colors, and even plenty of Italian fans completely ignoring social distancing guidelines. An end to our collective nightmare is nigh.

 

Much has transpired in the two years since we’ve last convened. Since bidding adieu following a triple-headed syndicate that covered the Women’s World Cup, the Copa America, and the Africa Cup of Nations, your friendly bookie has since spent 24 months as a Bundesliga correspondent. 

 

That development heralds two pieces of news. The first may elicit a groan. Yes, this is going to be quite the German-football-centric chapter; much more so than usual. Sorry, but the bookie genuinely feels that the Bundesliga stands as the best league in Europe. It might be a tad too predictable these days, but the clubs and (when they’re allowed to return) fans put the rest of the continent to shame. 

 

If this bums anyone out, the second disclosure will surely lift your spirits. We’re going shorter and more to the point this year. No, seriously. This time the bookie means it. You’ll see. Preview sections are cut down to a manageable size. After 19 years, brevity has finally been discovered! In the end, all it took was age and exhaustion. May all happen upon this blessing sooner than I. 

 

As pertains to the group we’re about to discuss, fate smiles on the chronicler. One couldn’t have envisioned a more fitting way to welcome the Italy enthusiasts back to this sportsbook than to discuss their team first and, moreover, tip the Azzuri to top the group. We’ve fairly straightforward predictions for this first assemblage of countries. Wales may appear to be an exception, but be advised that many others are picking them to collapse. 

 

Little stands in the way of a triumphant return to the grand stage for Italia. Three home matches in Rome won't hurt. All the other teams have to toggle between Italy and Azerbaijan.


 After engaging in all the calculations and permutations, it looks damn good for you guys. Trust the Kraut. He’s done all the careful computing on his pocket-calculator. It’s the best work on mini-Calculateur since Kraftwerk played live on RAI in 1981.



Yes. We have a theme this year. Take your time with Kraftwerk. If you’re as patient as you’ve learned how to be over these past two years, you’ll find that there’s no debate as to this awesomeness.

 

Italy—“Gli Azzuri”

Welcome back, Philly contingent! Goomba-Goomba-yay! Who could have possibly known that the heart-stopping nine-round penalty shootout in the 2016 EM quarterfinals would serve as the final time we would cross paths for five full years? The 2018 WM felt so very empty without you. 

 

Never leave us again! No tournament stands complete without my half-heritage brethren. I’m so ecstatic to have my kinfolk back that I’ll even refrain from ethnic slurs, at least until the blue-clad footballer does his “clever play calcio”. Bookie promises. No alliterative or rhyming put-downs until the first player shamelessly dives in the box.

 

Let’s discuss what’s been going on in the wop-shop since the Gian Pero Ventura debacle. Wait a second. Dammit. I just inadvertently broke my promise, didn’t I? Sorry. I’ll make it up to you by lavishing praise on what should be a team capable of attaining the quarterfinals. The ever-dapper Roberto Mancini’s rebuild of this squad deserves plaudits. 

 

The former Lazio, Inter, and ManCity manager’s first major coup saw him coax Giorgio Chiellini out of retirement and convince him to serve as captain. The Turin center-halve, incidentally the one who’s shoulder Luis Suarez opted to sink his teeth into during the 2014 WM, anchors a first-rate defensive corps that also features veterans Leonardo Bonnucci, Alessandro Florenzi, and Francesco Acerbi.

 

 











True to typical Azzuri form, this is not a team with a great deal of offensive bite. Although Mancini’s men went undefeated in qualifying, the majority of their 37 goals came in romps over minnow nations like Lichtenstein, Armenia, and the suddenly very lousy Bosnia & Herzegovina. It was a very weak group; the one from which Finland also qualified. 

 

Ciro Immobile, Federico Bernadeschi, and a (hopefully healthy) Marco Verratti are around to give the attack some pop.  Jorginho should be coming along some too once he wraps up his UCL duties with Chelsea. All of that notwithstanding, it’s not a particularly explosive side. The likes of Graziano Pelle, Emmanuel Giacherreni, and Danielle de Rossi are all gone. 

 

The man who we once advertised as the team’s new talisman, Stephan El Shaarawy, just hasn’t worked out as hoped. He didn’t even get called up to the preliminary squad. The syndicate members who don’t follow club football closely will also want to know it, so we’ll let them know. It’s long since been over for Mario Balotelli. He’s been playing in the Serie B for years. 













It’s not “why always him?” anymore. Sorry, brothers. We’ve a little tribute below. 


Before getting to the projected lineup, know that your friendly bookie currently works with a 34-man preliminary pool. In effect, it’s even a 36-man when one takes Jorginho and Emerson Palmieri (with Chelsea for the Champions’ League final) into account. Mancini still has to reduce this field by ten actors by the first of the month. 


Here’s what I think we’re looking at based on recent scouting.

 

 Projecting the Italian Lineup (5-3-2) 



Not exactly an un-menacing constellation, but it does devolve into a sort of Catennacio bolt lock behind the half-way line. I’ll take the opportunity to reiterate that it’s very early to project lineups. 

 

As is the case with every syndicate chapter, the prognostications for the initial groups take place before we even get a chance to look at the pre-tournament friendlies. Mancini may have something very different in mind with his oversized roster. 

 

 The Talisman—Ciro Immobile 

 

The man who, during his spell at Borussia Dortmund, once complained that no one invited him out to dinner has been an absolute beast since returning to the Serie A. 

 

Over a hundred and twenty goals in five seasons with Lazio Rom. He even gave the old BVB a retaliatory bitchslap in the Champions’ League group stages this year.  

 

Expect some more skills from him this Summer.

 


Also, in fairness to Ciro's former Dortmund teammates, where the hell is one actually supposed to go out to dinner in Dortmund anyway? The bloody coal-miner café? Germany's Industrial Heartland isn't exactly a culinary haven. 

All you missed out on was Bratwurst and Kartoffelsalat, Ciro.

 Vicey's Bundesliga Buddy 


 Vincenzo Grifo, SC Freiburg 

 

The new segment brought to you by your friendly bookie debuts with a player who stands almost no chance of making the cut. Man, do I ever love this guy. 



 

As a Freiburg sympathizer, it’s been my great pleasure to watch him put together four productive seasons in Breisgau. The 28-year-old is actually from Pforzheim and played in the Karlsruhe youth academy. 

Though he has Italian parents, he’s German through and through; a “local yokel” to your friendly bookie. As damn cool as it would be to see a German-speaker play for La Nazionale in a major competition, it’s doubtful it shall transpire.

 

 Nostalgia Corner 


 “Balotelli destroys the Vaterland” 

 

Alright, Azzuri faithful. Here’s your promised chance to laugh at my pain. See? I’m capable of keeping my promises. EM 2012. Mario Balotelli. Coincidentally, I watched this in Grifo’s hometown of Pforzheim.

 

Oh my perpetually wounded heart. Oh the humanity! 

 


For those wondering, the WM 2006 semi-final defeat--on home soil no less--proved horribly painful too. This one remained significantly worse as Löw totally blew it with his selection. 

Additionally, as the announcer in the clip reminds you, my beloved Nationalmannschaft had to reckon with six more years of years of our bogey team's wait. 

We still haven't attained a competitive victory against Italy as the 2016 shootout technically counted as a draw. We'll get you at some point, you bastardos. 

Switzerland—“La Nati”


Shirt badge/Association crest 

Welcome to…er….the Bundesliga. As usual, the distantly related pastoral alpine kin of the citizens of the Bundesrepublik draw heavily from Germany’s top footballing division. 


Fifteen players earn their paychecks up north. Four Borussia Mönchengladbach professionals are expected to make the cut. 

 

Gaffer Vladimir Petkovic looks to lead this side to the knockouts for the third consecutive international tournament. One observes no real reason why he can’t be expected to do again here. Petkovic’s magnificent midfield duo of Kosovar Albanians are back.

Image result for croatia vs serbia shaqiri shirtless

 

 

Indeed, gentlemen. Prepare yourselves for scenes like that. Granit Xhaka has evolved into a more complete player over at the Emirates. Matters don’t go quite as smoothly for “magical elf dwarf” Xherdan Shaqiri at Anfield, but the 29-year-old can likely be counted on to up his game in the national team tricot. These Premeiership stars maintain the ability to carry the team on their shoulders.

 

Switching from the EPL back to the Bundesliga, Gladbach’s Breel Embolo and Denis Zakaria count as two very good players who shall give it all in this competition as they audition for a new club team. BMG teammate Nico Elvedi’s development proceeded apace. 

 

Frankfurt’s Steven Zuber and Djibril Sow exhibited great form in the latter stages of the season. The same can be said for Wolfsburg’s Admir Mehmedi/Kevin Mbabu, Augsburg’s Ruben Vargas, and Mainz’s Edimilson Fernandes. The Swiss haven’t lost much other than dead weight in the form of Bundesliga flops Valon Behrami and Josip Drmic. German league mainstays Stefan Lichtsteiner and Michael Lang are now retired from international duty. 

 

Alright. That’s enough. Before your friendly bookie whittles away the entire afternoon prattling on about his beloved Vaterland, we might as well get to the lineup. Stateside readers should know that they can watch their team play this side Sunday in a friendly. 

 

 Projecting the Swiss Lineup (4-4-2) 


 

Note that we’re looking at a Bundesliga fantatic’s lineup here. Some of the bolder predictions include swinging Elvedi out to  right back, starting Mbabu forward on the wing, and giving Zuber the left forward flank. The loss of Renato Steffen necessitates some creativity here. 

 

Don’t be surprised if Mario Gavranoic and Christian Fassnacht get the nod as the two strikers at some point. Petkovic generally likes to mix it up over the course of the tournament. I’m thinking if we do see Mehmedi, it’ll be as a ten.

 

 The Talisman—Xherdan Shaqiri 

 

There really can be no other choice. The diminutive wizard wasn’t exactly in stellar form for Bayern prior to the 2014 tournament or Stoke City just before we kicked off the 2016 and 2018 festivities. Somehow, he always finds a way to step it up for the internationals.

 

Do not doubt the dwarf. There's pixie dust left in him.



He's simply had the misfortune to play for too many subpar Premiership clubs. Yes, we'll include this year's version of Liverpool in that calculation too. 

Forget about domestic campaigns for now and prepare to be dazzled. 

 Vicey's Bundesliga Buddy 


 Yann Sommer, Borussia Mönchengladbach 

 

In addition to being a frankly sensational keeper, Gladbach’s net-minder happens to be one cool dude. Sommer is a bit of a gourmand. It invariably surprises this writer whenever he encounters men who actually know how to cook. 


Additionally, how refreshing it is to see a professional footballer care about taste in a field legitimately over-obsessed with nutrition.



On the "Sommerkocht" blog, one can actually view edible sustenance. 

A little something for the female "Syndicate-Cat" contingent here as I'm sure you're all automatically enamored with a man this handsome who can cook so well. 

 

 Nostalgia Corner 


 “Spell of the Elf Dwarf” 

 

Who could forget this? Christ what a goal this was to keep his team alive in the most dramatic fashion. Journeying back to the EM 2016 round-of-16, one might get a sense of what's in store. 



It cannot be emphasized enough that the bookie feels a form surge in him. We'll place the early over-under for the number of "Albanian Eagles" flashed this time at four. 

Petkovic knows how to breathe life into his Kosovars. The ethnic Croat from Sarajevo can be considered a Balkan alchemist.

Turkey—“Ay-Yidlizilar”


A German’s “blood brothers” return. Couldn’t be more excited it if I were wrapping my hands around a freshly prepared Döner. Strap in brothers as it’s time to “talk Turkey”. Er…that is to say…look. You know what I mean. 

 

One lamentably must report that legendary Turkish head-coach Faith Terim will not be joining us this time. The “Behmoth of the Bosporous” concluded his third stint as national team trainer shortly after the 2016 Euros. 

 

Incredibly, the man remains quite active at the age of 67. He’s currently serving his fourth term as manager of Turkish Super Club Galatasaray. Seasoned Syndicate Members now surely crave their traditional update on the man’s always wildly fluctuating weight. 

 



 










I’d say the man holds his own in terms of mass. At that age, one-lamb dish takes a full week to metabolize. He’s doing okay. This year’s incarnation of the “Crescent Stars” are similarly fit and trim. As of this writing, Senol Günes has four more players to trim. One can easily infer who they are. 

 

Putting the lineup together, one doesn’t truly see a squad capable of escaping this group. Note that they should prove capable of giving the Italians a good fight in the opening round of the tournament. A draw against the Azzuri could turn this prediction on its head. 

 

They stand and excellent chance of beating Wales and, lest we forget, upset the Swiss in that enchanted EM 2008 campaign. Günes’ current roster features an interesting mix of veteran talents like Burak Yilmaz and Hakan Calhanoglu working alongside promising youngsters such as Ozan Kabak and brand new phenom Halil Dervisoglu.

 

Your friendly bookie received many opportunities to scout them this year. Here’s what he portends:

 

 Projecting the Turkish Lineup (4-1-4-1) 

 

 

Think we’re definitely looking at a 4-1-4-1. The aptly named Okay Yokuslu ensured that all is “okay” as the midfield driver. Fullbacks Umut Meras and Zekin Celik occupy suppressed positions for more methodical back-build triangles. 

 

This arrangement may end up being a victim of its own success in that World Cup Qualifying victories over Norway and the Netherlands have accorded the competition in this group ample chance to examine it. 

 

If Cenk Tosun were healthy and Yokuslu looked more than “okay”, I’d have less qualms about tipping group stage elimination here. At present, it’s hard to see them getting more than one point.

 

 The Talisman—Hakan Calhanoglu 

 

From the moment he emerged out of the Karlsruhe youth ranks, German football fans knew that the “Mannheim Steamroller” would be a star. Calhanoglu is a highly versatile attacking midfielder; creative and intelligent in possession play just like his idol Mesut Özil.

 

Here we have the team’s X-factor. The 27-year-old can and does occupying all the midfield axial positions in the graphic above. Günes can place him almost anywhere he likes and Calhanoglu will produce. He’s also an exceptionally talented set-piece artist. Watch out.



Don't forget that he's auditioning for a big EPL transfer amid our Summer festivities. 

Bookie tips him to come through and become a household name within two years. 


 Vicey's Bundesliga Buddy 

 Kenan Karaman, Fortuna Düsseldorf 
 

The team’s talisman remains a good German boy who also played for Hamburg and Leverkusen before moving on to the Serie A. Plenty of other Germans on this roster too. Kaan Ayhan, Ozan Kabak, among others, are also from the Bundesrepublik. 

 

Here, we’re going to pimp a Stuttgart lad who plays for one of Germany’s fabled cult clubs. Karaman has always proved a joy to watch over the course of four seasons at Fortuna Düsseldorf. So many memorable tallies among the twenty some odd times he found the back of the net. 




 









As a reminder, Düsseldorf is the home of the Kraut-rockers on which this syndicate chapter is themed. Legendary punk rockers die Toten Hosen also hail from this musical mecca. 

 

Neutrals looking for a German club to support might do well to consider the Flingeraner.

 

 Nostalgia Corner 


 “Terim’s Tenacious Turkmen” 

 

Good lord. Euro 2008. Faithh Terim’s side engineered four consecutive comeback victories in that tournament! It served as one of the greatest footballing shows ever, not least because injuries and suspensions limited Terim to as little as 13 outfielders in the final three fixtures. 

 

Selecting just one of these captivating affairs as our nostalgia clip proved very difficult. Everything was fantastic, including the effort put forth in the semi-final defeat against Germany. 

 

In the end, it simply has to be the theatrical comeback against the Czechs in the final group stage match. One of the all-time greatest moments of all moments. It was a close call as the last-minute goal against the Croats in the quarterfinals also sent shivers down the spine.



This team was simply possessed. Terim at his finest. Never stop believing, not even when the analog clock says there's no time left. 

If we get one match like this one this Summer, we can count ourselves lucky.

Wales—“Dreigau”


 

Any and all arguments against the expanded 24-Nation-European-field get summarily crushed when one considers how bad-ass it is that we get to welcome back this kingdom. Everyone’s favorite bizarre Brittonic medieval fiefdom is back! Dust off your favorite “Super Furry Animals” vinyl record and get casual. It’s dragon time!


This constitutes just the third time in history that the Welsh have qualified for a major international tournament. In both of the previous instances, they specialized in demolishing the expectations. The kick-ass Arthurians mystify and awe with all the cryptic curiosity of their unpronounceable language.

 

Jimmy Murphy’s 1958 World Cup side went all the way to the quarterfinals. Chris Coleman’s 2016 version attained the semis, just as your friendly bookie boldly augured that they would. The kick-ass Arthurians shook off a defeat to mother England to top the group, then dispatched kingdom mates Northern Ireland and upset Belgium in the knockouts.

 

Oh how tempting it is to make another intrepid prediction here. I want so badly to tell everyone that we’ll be singing “Land of my Fathers” deep into this competition. The thing of it is that the Cyd Dragons just don’t have the Smaug-devastation potential this time around. It could have been. It might have been. Unfortunately, disaster struck on virtually every level. 

 



 










Oh, Ryan Giggs. These troubles were the last thing this country needed. Another scandal involving women. Caretaker trainer Rob Page must deal with a plethora of injury isses. Hal Robson Kanu counts as a huge loss. Aaron Ramsey has had an injury-ridden season. It’s unlike that Joe Allen will be fit in time. The same applies to Ben Davies.

 

Building this lineup instills in one a sense of dread. Prospects for the Dragons appear about as bleak as that of Chris Coleman’s career at Sunderland A.F.C. Naturally, I could be wrong. Perhaps I’m just confused by how this is all supposed to work; as confused as Christian Gunter when Coleman shouted the infamous words during the 2016 quarters:




 

"Don't you cross that fucking ball!" 

Projecting the Welsh Lineup (3-4-3) 



 

Well, taking all of the injuries into account, I’ve done my best. There’s some potential in it, though similar looking constructs have routinely failed to dazzle in the Nations League and WMQ qualification matches this year. 

 

One big problem here concerns the fact that it’s hard to see them bridging the midfield gap. I like the flat back-three to possibly eke-out a few narrow victories with a tough sense of miserly unity. James Lawrence in particular is a player I can get on board with.

 

The trio directly buttresses a pair of players in Johnny Williams and Ethan Ampadu that I think complement one another well in that they’re very different. This could supply a quick upfield spark. 

 

We shall see. Page might have something wholly different than Giggs’ preferred 3-4-3 in mind. 

 

The Talisman—Gareth Bale

 

The true “Prince of Wales” actually spent the season back on loan at Tottenham. Now 31-years-of-age, he’s had four separate spells on the sideline with injury in 2020/21. The man who once smashed the €100 million transfer barrier is a little worse-for-wear these days. 

 

He nevertheless still knows how to score, netting 11 tallies in 20 league appearances for his old club Spurs. Two more came in Europe.


 No point in prolonging this section too much as everybody knows that the man with football’s widest mouth remains capable of bridging the gap you see in the constellation above. 

 

Here’s some highlights from his recent form:



The loan spell might prove just what he needed. We can probably expect another three to four productive seasons from if he manages to remain healthy and keeps the conditioning up. 

 Vicey's Bundesliga Buddy 


 Rabbi Matondo, FC Schalke 04 

 

We have a couple of choices here. Since James Lawrence of Germany’s other fabled cult club, FC St. Pauli, already got his mention we’ll talk about a most kosher Rabbi. Okay. To squarely disappoint everyone, the name is actually pronounced “Rah-be”. He’s still cool. Trust me. 

 

Rabbi is one of those Schalke youngsters, along with Ahmed Kutucu, who maddeningly failed to live up to his potential. He’s still only 20 and is coming off a decent loan spell with Stoke City. 

 

Not certain where the lad will be playing next season, or even if he’ll feature in this tournament. The pacey winger presumably has little interest in returning to relegated Schalke. 





 








One hopes that, contrary to one’s intuition, Page keeps him on this side and a top-tier Bundesliga club snatches him up. Ah hell. I’ll stick with him and proclaim that he remains on the path to stardom. 

 

This Rabbi enjoys Yahweh’s favor.


Nostalgia Corner


“Rugby Union Blast” 

 

All of 2016 served as a fairy tale for the dragons. With their being no shortage of moments to choose from, I highly recommend that interested readers check out some of the fan montages available on YouTube.

 

For me, the warmest memory comes from Bale’s set-piece conversion in the losing group stage effort against England. True, Joe Hart might have done better with it. We’re still talking torpedo meets tomahawk. 

 

Wonderful stuff.



Yes, I know. Hart really needed to hold onto that. It was still one helluva knuckled effort. 

Bookie will give even odds of Bale striking at least one more gold standard during the predicted three group stage matches.


Vicey’s Fearless Group Prediction (2 to 1 Odds for Bookie)

 

   1) Italy  

     2) Switzerland

   3) Turkey 

4) Wales

 

Overall Championship Odds

 

   Italy (3 to 1)

     Switzerland (6 to 1)

   Turkey (10 to 1)

Wales  (12 to 1)

 

Round of 16 Odds

 

   Italy (NO BETS)

     Switzerland  (NO BETS)

   Turkey (2 to 1)

Wales  (2 to 1)

 

Quarterfinal Odds

 

   Italy (NO BETS)

     Switzerland (Straight Up)

   Turkey (3 to 1)

Wales  (5 to 1)

 

Semifinal Odds

 

   Italy (Straight Up)

     Switzerland (4 to 1)

   Turkey (8 to 1)

Wales (8 to 1)

Wednesday, May 26, 2021

EM 2020--Trans Europe Syndicate

Servus Syndicate Members,


With the bookie’s annual obligatory rambling self-justification post out of the way, it’s finally time to settle in and talk some football.


As everyone dislikes it when the rule-review gets muddled with verbosity, we’ll cut straight to the chase as soon as possible. 

 

There’s just one quick thing to note as we welcome everyone to the Summer of “Trans Europe Syndicate”. 

 

This year’s chapter is dedicated to the memory of Florian Schneider and the 50th anniversary of the ground-breaking Kraut-rockers from Düsseldorf who envisioned modern Europe. 



As it turned out, Kraftwerk’s vision was far too narrow. We’re headed way past the Café Hawelka in Vienna. Europe stretches all the way to Azerbaijan in the Summer of 2021!

 

1) Onset Round Odds

 

Vicey’s Fearless Group Prediction (3 to 1 Odds for bookie)

 

 1) France  

 2) South Korea

 3) Nigeria

 4) Norway

 

Here we have a “Group Prediction”. You can only bet AGAINST the bookie in this instance. If the Group finishes exactly as the bookie has predicted, you owe him three times your wager. 

 

Should it finish in any other permutation, he owes you your base-wager. For example, should you bet $10 against, the bookie will owe you $10 UNLESS the four teams finish PRECISELY as he predicted. 

 

Should they finish precisely as he predicted, you owe him $30. 

 

2) Onset Round Odds  

 

Overall Championship Odds

 

 Germany (Straight Up)

 Portugal (Straight Up)

 USA (8 to 1)

 Ghana (10 to 1)

 

Should you bet $10 on Germany winning (and they do) …you’re entitled to $10.

Should you bet $10 on Portugal winning (and they do) …you’re entitled to $10.

Should you bet $10 on the USA winning (and they do) …you’re entitled to $80.

Should you bet $10 on Ghana winning (and they do) …you’re entitled to $100.

 

Should the side not win, you owe the bookie $10. 

 

The same logic applies to the other Round wagers.

 

Semifinal Odds

 

 Germany (Straight Up)

 Portugal (Straight Up)

 USA (3 to 1)

 Ghana (5 to 1)

 

Should you bet $10 on Germany attaining (and they do) …you’re entitled to $10.

Should you bet $10 on Portugal attaining (and they do) …you’re entitled to $10.

Should you bet $10 on the USA attaining (and they do) …you’re entitled to $30.

Should you bet $10 on Ghana attaining (and they do) …you’re entitled to $50.

 

Should the side not attain, you owe the bookie $10.

 

3) Line Bets

 

These commence once the actual matches begin.  

 

Deutschland vs. USA

 

  vs. 

 

The Line: Deutschland +3 Goals

 

The Favorite (Germany) is favored to win by 3 goals. If you bet on the USA, there are three ways you can win the bet:

 

1) USA loses by less than 3 goals.

 

2) Match is a draw

 

3) USA wins 

 

Conversely, there is only one way to win if you bet on Germany

 

1) Germany wins by more than 3 goals

 

Should Germany win by precisely 3 goals, THE BET IS A WASH. THE BET IS A TIE. NO ONE OWES ANYONE ANYTHING.

 

The bookie takes bets on a first come/first serve basis. Bookie reserves the right to roll the line based on money coming in and betting closes one hour before kickoff.

 

4) Prop Bets

 

We’ll encounter these during the knockouts. No need to delve into these as only the hardcore boys usually partake. As a reminder, your friendly bookie remains amenable to those offered by the predatory creative contingent. 

 

Alles klar? Then you’re ready to play. Postpone the “World-Weary-Worrying”…for a bit and let’s watch some football.  

Tuesday, May 25, 2021

2021--State of the Syndicate Address

Greetings Syndicate Brethren, 

Has it truly only been two years?

 

Many will surely agree with me that it feels more like we’ve all been in Blursday purgatory for decade or more. So much has transpired in these last 24 months. Man, do we ever have a lot to catch up on. Wherever you’ve been and whatever you’re doing, your friendly bookie looks forward to hearing from you. 

 

As our species prepares to crawl out of our respective hovels, all of us will surely find some muscles have atrophied. Things that once seemed natural will feel foreign. The purpose behind ordinary actions went into deep hibernation. In some cases, they lie forgotten. 

 

Perhaps this applies to your friendly neighborhood betting syndicate as well. Accordingly, this year’s preliminary address seeks to revive some of the repressed spirit behind the project. We’ll go with an FAQ post to “wake up” with. There’s also some new readership out there with questions.

 

Long-term members can rest assured that all the irreverent satirical fun is just around the corner. If you know your beloved syndicate well, feel free to skip this one. The 27th chapter of “Friends & Football” arrives soon. First, the bookie has the most Frequently asked questions to get through.

 

What is a "Shadow Scholar"?



Probably the number one question the friendly bookie gets. A “Shadow Scholar” is an academic ghostwriter, i.e. someone who writes the college papers of others for money. There are easily tens of thousands of us out there who have once worked the dark side of the meritocracy, ghosting for students of all levels and sometimes even those with higher level credentials.   

For those interested, there is further reading available. Many will recall Dave Tomar’s 2010 memoir. Before delving deeper into the topic, be advised that our personal stories often constitute the least interesting part of the discipline. Most of us are simply perfectionistic workhorses who found it more amenable to operate outside context of the system. 

 

Faced with what we deemed a personal affront to the high standards we wished to hold ourselves to, we opted for an academic “rat-race” of one lone auto-didactic competitor. We didn’t fall through the cracks of academia so much as deliberately seek them out. It’s the classic story of those who prefer working to networking. Nothing terribly special about it. 

 

Far more important matters concerning shadow-scholarship concern the ethical ramifications associated with the field and the extent to which it is practiced today. For the record, your friendly bookie can’t furnish an answer to the latter question. I stopped ghosting years ago and now engage in, what feels like at least, the more honorable pursuit of scholarly editing.

 

No clue how widespread it is now. If recent, albeit anecdotal, evidence is to be believed, the pandemic has led to a surge in the use of ghostwriters among both primary and secondary education students learning remotely from home. This is believable and maybe not so disturbing. 

 

Kids today have to attain so many added layers of credentials just to get to a semi-comfortable middle-class life. Perhaps it’s the old, bitter Shadow-Scholar self in me talking, but I do feel a twinge of empathy for the hyper-pressurized, ultra-competitive environment young minds have to traverse. 

 

The last year must have been pure hell for those who have barely had the chance to develop adequate coping mechanisms for it yet. Of course, their educators are the ones who should be answering the ethical questions. Teachers and professors are the real heroes here.

 

Shadow scholars aren’t exactly evil bloodsucking parasites. We like students too. All of us have sat down with students to discuss what they want to say with their work. We tutor and coach them in addition to writing for them. We’ll still have to own up to the opportunism that comes with these more altruistic aspects of our nature.

 

What is a “Syndicate”?







An easy enough question to answer for anyone who’s familiar with “La Cosa Nostra”.  In this case, it should be obvious that the notion of there being some sort of crime-syndicate hidden within this blog’s pages remains a not-so-thinly-veiled inside joke. You’re more than welcome to scour 10,000 pages of text in search of some illegal activity….or you could just read introductory texts to previous chapters to figure it out.

 The first “syndicate” chapter (debuting on a Listserv of all things) came out in 2002. I thought it might be fun to keep in touch with some friends over in Europe with a little bookmaking on that Summer’s World Cup. Four years later I came up with the term “syndicate” to satirize the betting. Five years after that, I christened myself “your friendly bookie”. Finally, in 2012, I moved it to blogspot and threw up the Douglas Adams quote to keep it mysterious only to the dense.

 

As the years have gone by, fewer and fewer bets have taken place. My mates and I don’t truly trade in much currency anymore. Instead, we swap humorous “riffs” via our own preferred communication channels. They’re published in the daily recaps over the course of the tournament. After the competition, we send each-other “Schwag Packs”. Stickers, books, national team jerseys, and little knickknacks. Things of that nature.

 

Some friendly betting still transpires on occasion and is always welcome. The check (yes, check!) that comes in the mail later remains the least important part of the parcel. As we reconnect during the tournament via phone, text, or e-mail, the conversation mostly revolves around how the past year, or years, has treated my old friends. My personal favorite question to ask is how the kids are doing and what I can buy for them.

 

Yes, I like to keep a betting book. Know that I’m probably the least nefarious bookie you’ll ever meet. Large betting conglomerates pump millions into sponsoring football teams, stadiums, tricots, and podcasts. This is actually some fairly heinous stuff too. Gambling addicts find themselves the specific targets of such predatory companies. 

 

Professional representatives of the firms even prey upon frequent bettors by setting them up with so-called “VIP packages” like luxury box-seats to live matches or exploitative lines of usury credit; anything to keep the money flowing. The indigent and impoverished suffer the most. So it has always been with our ruthlessly raptorial species. Sad stuff. Let’s move on. 

 

How does membership work?

 

You’ll note that the referenced friends are referred to via an alphanumeric designation in the “riffs” section. Codenames were introduced as part of the tongue-in-cheek fun a decade or so ago. A number connotes the time in the bookie’s life when he met someone who’s company he enjoyed far too much to let slip away. 


This is followed by a hyphen and the person’s gender. Pretty much anyone who wishes to join in can, though a bookie naturally reserves the right to ignore someone intent on being a bonafide asshole.

 

Coverage in the “riffs” section still has to be earned:

 

From WM 2018—Day Nine Recap:



“Riffs of the Day”—Day Nine

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Reader: Ronaldo can buy the bitch all the rings in the world, he’s still not engaged. Probably just got caught cheating again.

 

Vicey: (giggling)

 

And….Zing 11-M!!

 

Reader: Those Icelandic Girls know how to bring the thunder.

 

Vicey: I’ll bet. Just move there already, 82-M. Go forth and meet your destiny!

 

Reader: Need a new Super Eagles trikot.

 

Vicey: Heard, 115-M. Get me one of those flaming wallets and we’ll call it a fair trade.

 

Reader: Found your Kraut. Marc Behrenbeck.

 

Vicey: Oh good lord. Only the American viewing audience will get this gag. He’s the quintessential German on-site reporter currently having a “flirt-off” with Alexei Lalas. Stay tuned. These guys are going to get busy ; )

 

Are there female members?

 

Man, do I ever get this question a lot. The fact that I often use the blanket addressor “gentlemen”, combined with the prevalence of some prominent (see above) male humor, leads so many people to falsely assume that this is all one big “Boy’s Club”. Believe it or not, there are plenty of women out there who still appreciate a good laugh. 

 

The female members are often even funnier than the male ones and, when it comes to poking fun at me, they’re a cut above the rest. Hopefully, no one lets the uptight nature of our current online culture fool them. The human race is not evolving “ultra-woke” militant women and horrendously scary “incel” males all whining about victimhood in cyberspace. That’s an illusion.


Male or female, coverage in the “riffs” section has to be earned.

 

From EM 2012—Semi-finals


Reader: So I was reading your section on partying with the Italians. [Day 16 Recap]. All I could think of was “Look, there’s a guy who tries something out for a little while. Then he arbitrarily concludes that ‘it will all end in tears’ and runs away to hide out somewhere else. Sure sounds like the Vicey I know.

Vicey: What the. Why would you….I mean…how could you…that’s totally…I mean……I’m human and…….OUCH! I won’t lie. That one stung a bit. I laughed it up, but it was mostly to keep from crying. Thanks, 8-F.

 

From FWM 2019—Day Three Recap




 




“Riffs of the Day”—Day Three

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Reader: Is there some rule that all female players must be described as “livewires?

 

Vicey: I’m of the same mind, 14-F. Never heard a man described as a “livewire” in my life. Nothing in the etymology of that word suggests estrogen.

 

Reader: Ugliest uniforms? Australia or Jamaica? 

 

Vicey: This isn’t a Paul Lukas column, but I’ll weigh in nonetheless. Australia by a fucking country mile. Is it 1994 down under?

 

Reader: What's with Alex Greenwood's eyelashes?

 

Vicey: Oh thank the fuck christ. I thought it was just me.

 

Why the Anonymity?


A decent segue as we continue to explore subject of humor. More specifically, why it remains perfectly appropriate for responsible and kindhearted adults to laugh at whatever the hell they damn well want. We deal with this subject in some shape or fashion every year. Call it a personal crusade. 

 

Nothing bonds us suffering semi-evolved simians like laughter. In a world full of so much misery and anguish, the online discourse seems increasingly dominated by self-proclaimed warriors of self-righteous indignation. They shallowly seek to affirm themselves at the expense of making others miserable. Sigh. Sadly, we've got to talk kids.

 

In the first section, your friendly bookie/ghostwriter literally just got done saying that “the kids are alright”. They mostly are. Every generation has something to teach the one that came before it. Greta Thunberg has every right to light a fire under our posteriors and call us out for being a bunch of myopic self-serving jerks. For that matter (see below) my generation can use a few lessons on our previous linguistic boundaries. 

 

All of that being said, the bookie spends time with his members and their kids. I much as I love my friends and their kids, the act of policing what adults enjoy isn’t the purview of under-developed human beings lacking a certain depth. Kids shriek at their parents for laughing, singing, playing the piano or indeed doing anything that gives them some small amount of pleasure. 

 

The kiddos themselves, naturally, are allowed to have fun. No one else is. There’s the “call out culture” for you in a nutshell. No generation, including mine, has been immune to the phenomenon. It’s merely amplified through the instant gratification systems associated with social media. In Western culture, where young minds become masters of such tools before they gain perspective, the act of respecting experience and wisdom gets completely annihilated

 

Syndicate members, adults whom I deeply love and respect, get anonymity to laugh at what they damn well please. That’s why we’re still on this low-fi closed circuit site. Sorry, but as much as I enjoy working and spending time with kids, I laugh and love with adults. We don’t do hateful or spiteful “riffs” here. There’s a huge difference between that and something that breaches the constantly re-defined barriers of political correctness.

 

Having trouble distinguishing where the line should be drawn? Perhaps you should try living longer. It might also be helpful to listen more than you talk. I wasn’t born with that knowledge, by the way. That brings us to….

 

Are there words that you regret?








 

That much should be implied. All writer finds the task of reviewing previous work to be a most disillusioning exercise. It happens to be the absolute worst part of prepping for this blog. As much fun as it can be to re-visit the soaring nostalgia of past tournaments, one cannot avoid being confronted with demoralizing moments when digging up echoes of one’s past self.


The “how could I have written that?” heart-pangs drive one nuts. Few writers have the stomach for it. Some experience suicidal thoughts. Some even follow through with them. Think Ernest Hemmingway’s shotgun and Sylvia Plath’s oven. Though he’s not exactly my favorite writer, columnist Charles Krauthammer only escaped hanging himself with a terry cloth when working on his memoirs by virtue of the fact that he was in a wheelchair.

 

The temptation to scrub some of this stuff clean frequently pops up. In the final analysis, it seems worth standing by you past self because it’s perfectly acceptable that, at one time, you weren’t a fully formed individual. That’s not something you need to apologize for. You’re not a fully formed individual now. You’re still evolving. So long as you have a well-intentioned spirit, you’re on the right path. 

 

The retreat into self-loathing, something your bookie still can’t necessarily avoid, helps no one. Neither does disowning your previous work. It’s yours; part of your practice and training to develop yourself. At least you tried. It remains impossible to improve and evolve without trying.

 

Some of the riffs from members in previous chapters are pretty crass. They remain there in part because they did make some individuals who are no longer with us laugh at some point. Yes, that’s a somewhat morbid note to hit as we draw to a close.

 

Perhaps the stalwart defense of a subjective sense-of-humor stems from watching some truly kind people die deaths of despair. Let your parents and friends laugh while they’re still here. Make them laugh if you can.

 

That was macabre as all hell! 


Anything more positive to end on? 

 

Yes. It’s finally time to enjoy international football again! We’ve waited long enough. After this horrifyingly abnormal year during which we watched so much god-awful television just to keep from going mad, then ended up driven to insanity anyway by the fact that all streaming services are 92 percent crap, there’s finally some real entertainment on offer. 

 

In other good news, your friendly bookie’s annual introductory metaphysical rambling section is also behind us! It’s much smoother sailing from here on out. Trust me.   



Relax. Suspend. Accept. Enjoy. You deserve it.

Let the flags, colors, and passion of the greatest global unifying tool humanity has ever conceived provide you with some much-needed escape and relief. 

 

It’s a safe outlet for nationalism. It’s pulling together with an ethereal sense of camaraderie. It’s watching the best modern artists perform in the only cathedrals worth a damn in the age where we all know that the Abrahamic God is a load of primitive nonsense. 




It’s football. It’s the Euros. Join us here ad-free and meme-free if you like on the Syndicate, where we always accept bets and riffs. No matter what, don’t consider missing out on this tournament. 

 No more time for solemnity. Your friendly bookie’s final pre-tourney tradition revolves around letting his paradoxically confusing copies of the Economist stack up and surrendering to the football. 


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Hell with this. No one can make up their damn mind. LET THERE BE FOOTBALL!