Many great footballers retired without playing a single World Cup match due to their country of birth, their motherland not being able to qualify to the final rounds of the competition. Andrei Shevchenko, many thought would get into that list. But Sheva lead Ukraine to this wonderful tournament, the whole of Ukraine helped him in his dream, and that journey is still alive. After losing the opening match for four goals, not many teams can recover. But Ukrainians did, they won their next match by the same number of goals. It was a valiant walk into the second round. There they overcame the Swiss test in a nerve-cracking Penalty shootout and entered the Quarter-Finals. This story of incredible riposte is not much of a bolt from the blue, for those who know the nation’s history.
In the summer of 1942, a makeup side ‘Start’ comprising of stars from Kiev, mostly from Dynamo Club, was ordered to play Germany's Armed Forces All-Stars. The gaunt and fragile Kiev players fought their hearts out against the tough well-fed German soldiers against all the dubious fouls going unpunished by the referee and came back from being one goal behind to score twice before halftime. At the interval, an officer from the commandant's box visited the Kiev-stars locker rooms and ordered them to allow the Germans to win in the second half, or else they will be shot. But they responded by scoring three more goals to make it 5-1, by then the referee blew the whistle. The guards seized the Kiev players right there on the field, loaded them into a closed truck and took them off to ‘Baby Yar’, the mass grave. That is the spirit of Ukraine, being hailed as ‘The Battle of Death’.
Now they are up against another tough force, though not as brutal as the German Army of forties, but as strong in will, and as tidy in defence as a mountain. A group of men who are trying to forget a bagful of weirdoes: political hostility, conspiracy theories, false notions and fanatical offbeat, subornment and corruption, illicit gambling and deceitful liquidation. For some time, everything had some foul smell somewhere, when it comes to Italian football, drug abuse to fascist salute by a local hero at a Rome Derby. Currently, the biggest scandal in the history of the Italian game is making all the bulwarks come clattering down. In a nation “where the largest selling daily newspaper is dedicated almost entirely to football; where its former ruling party is named after a football chant; and where its former Prime Minister owns one of the league's most famous clubs”, as marked by a British journalist, the only hope is this trophy. After their slow start in the tournament, they have reached a stage where it is impossible for them to take a step backward. All the good they generated with win over Ghana was lost in a tense draw with the Americans, with three players being sent off in the game including the elbowing-act performed by hot young star De Rossi, and an own-goal. Italy had to win their final game against the Czechs, which they carried out with minimum fuss. Azzurri expectations rose again when they were fitted up against the inexperienced Socceroos, but it wasn’t a cakewalk. Again a player sent off and they had to pass an acid test. But just before the final whistle, a running defender fell in the opponent’s box, and the referee, who acted against them before, pointed to the spot. Stepped in, charismatic substitute Totti, and he made no mistake. Italy was in the last eight, and all other stories in the country have to stop now. Even the suicide attempt of a great friend of all Italian footballers should not shift the focus. In spite of all problems in the attack, the Italian defence has been rock-solid. Buffon is the best goalkeeper left in the tournament, and no opponent player has scored against him yet. The defence is marshalled by the leader Fabio Cannavaro, a real prince of goal-defiance, a player who protects his sod with all his blood and sweat executing his match-saving interceptions. Then there is the midfield shield in Pirlo, who is also a master of set-pieces along with the lion-hearted Gattuso. Even the most gifted strikers will have to tire to score against them. For many years, Italians with their Catennaccio, at times had forgotten to score, but always kept everything tight.
Now the Italians have to stop one man who used to score so freely in the Serie-A, the one who won many titles with Milan, 2004 ‘European Footballer of the Year’ award winner, ‘Hero of Ukraine’, Andrei Shevchenko. They call him ‘The Eastern Wind’. Will the giant trees of Azzurri get uprooted by this wind? Even stopping Sheva is not enough, then they have to score against an in-form Shovkovsky. All that seems to be very easy for all the pundits of the game, and most of the predictions go only in favour of Italians. Those calculations may come true, but things may go the other way, for ‘Unpredictability is the hallmark of this game’.