Brazil 2 – 0 Italy: Robinho in Bloom
by Brian Phillips · February 10, 2009
It was a beautiful goal. And I always like watching Buffon play in cold weather. He gets himself all adorned with dangly, droopy, tufting protective gear and when he stoops he ends up looking like a hag, as if Baba Yaga had traded her chicken-leg house for a goal.
Other than that, I found it hard to get too excited about a game in which the players were exchanging shirts at halftime and the wheezing Adriano was allowed to lumber in isolation until Dunga finally put him down in the 80th minute. Probably just because it was a friendly, there was something oddly detached about it, as if Italy were playing (and losing) against themselves and Brazil were playing against—I don’t know what exactly—something like the concept of falling profits for the Coca-Cola Company. Did anyone else take anything special from this? Tell me something about Júlio César’s reflexes or the reasons for Pirlo’s infirmity.
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