Η... ακτινογραφία του Χιμένεθ

έτσι ακριβώς... ταν φώναζα να πάρουμε Λε Γκουέν καλύτερα όλοι σας θέλατε Χιμένεθ... Ελπίζω να μην το μετανιώσετε....

Mη σκας. Θα το πάρει φέτος το Πρωτάθλημα.

με γιάχιτς,λαγό,λεονάρντο,μάκο και χωρίς τερματοφύλακα ούτε ο μουρίνιο δεν θα σου πάρει πρωτάθλημα, δυστυχώς φίλε..

Kαι όμως φίλε θα γίνει. Θα θυμηθείς την συζήτηση μας τον Μάιο που θα είμαστε Πρωταθλητές και θα πανηγυρίζουμε μαζί τότε.

Απο τον Guardian Αγγλίας, αναρτήθηκε το παρακάτω στις 25 Μαρτίου 2010. Το ξαναβάζω για προβληματισμό. Απλα πρέπει να κρατάμε μικρό καλάθι, που μακάρι να γίνει μεγάλο. Ως τότε δε χρειάζεται υπερενθουσιασμούς και μεγαλοποιήσεις για κάποιον που δεν έχει κάνει πουθενά αλλού τον προπονητή, πλην Σεββίλης. Ας ελπίσουμε εδω να πετύχει. Απλά να κρατάμε χαμηλά της προσδοκίες, γιατί αν δεν πετύχουμε τους στόχους τότε η πτώση είναι μεγάλη. Ηρεμα και ας κρατάμε και λίγο πισινη. Manolo Jiménez pays... ΣΥΝΕΧΕΙΑ at last for Sevilla going from bad to worse A far cry from the swashbuckling days under Juande Ramos, desperate Sevilla have decided that enough is enough The only surprise about Manolo Jiménez's dismissal at Sevilla is that it did not come sooner. In the end, testicular fortitude just wasn't enough. Nor was shouting a lot. Or even a glorious Sevillista past in which he didn't just bleed for the cause but made others bleed for it too. It was just after midnight on Tuesday when Sevilla's president, José María del Nido, did something he had never done before: sacked a coach. Twelve hours later, after almost 30 years at the club, Manolo Jiménez, departed the training ground for the last time. Meanwhile, an hour or so further north, Del Nido was pulling up outside a posh restaurant in Córdoba, straightening his tie, aligning his cufflinks, buffing his bald pate to a perfect shine and trying to persuade Luis Aragonés to take over at the Sánchez Pizjuán – who this morning turned him down. In four days, Jiménez had been knocked out of the Champions League twice – first by CSKA Moscow, then by struggling Espanyol. A truly pathetic 2-0 defeat on Saturday night saw them slip out of the top four, replaced by Mallorca. Three days later, they couldn't even beat relegation-bound Xerez at home. It was their seventh consecutive game without a win. The day before, Jiménez had declared that he was safe. He wasn't. The axe fell suddenly and Sevilla had no one lined up as a replacement. But the decision
had been coming for days. Weeks. Months. It had been coming for well over a year. If Sevilla regretted anything, it was not sacking him sooner. Like back in the summer. In the aftermath of defeat against CSKA, Jiménez, who has been growing more paranoid and prickly by the day, claimed that everyone was out to get him. "Everyone is booting me up the arse," he insisted, "I'm taking some of the kickings that others deserve too." They had been queueing up outside Jiménez's cramped office, with its magnetic tactics board and postcards of the Virgin Mary, for months. A long line of angry men with an array of fearful footwear – a winkle-picker here, a steel-toed bovver boot there, a Doc Martens or five. The press, the fans, the players. Jiménez himself. Wallop! Wallop! Wallop! Each kick taking him that little closer to the edge of the cliff. When Leandro Gioda scored a 91st-minute equaliser on Tuesday night, he was wobbling right over by the precipice, staring into the abyss. The fans who had joyously chanted "Jiménez, Jiménez, what cojones you have!" during a 13-year playing career in which he racked up more first-team games than anyone else in history and happily maimed people in the pursuit of victory, the fans who welcomed him as the perfect replacement for Juande Ramos when Judas jumped ship for Tottenham, now whistled and booed. He dashed down the tunnel a beaten man, "Go now!" ringing in his ears. Del Nido gave him the final nudge. "It is," sighed the sporting director, Monchi, "a decision that has been very hard to take." It is a decision Sevilla hoped never to have to make – the idea of a genuine Sevillista, obedient and committed, at the helm was seductive – but it is one they now they think they should have made sooner. Jiménez disagreed. "If I thought me leaving would help sort things out for Sevilla, I would go myself – I wouldn't wait to be sacked," he snapped. "I am screwed … screwed … very screwed … screwdísimo." Thing is, so are Sevilla. Now, that might
sound ridiculous. And crushingly cruel. Having got Sevilla – his Sevilla – to the Copa del Rey final, knocking out Barcelona en route, Jiménez won't now enjoy the moment. His moment. Jiménez departed with his side just one point off the Champions League places (although Mallorca last night made it two with a 0-0 draw against Racing), and reached the quarter-finals of the Champions league – the furthest the club have ever been. Had he finished in the top four and won the cup, as he insisted he would, this would have been the fourth most successful season in the club's entire history. When Jiménez took over from Ramos in October 2007 Sevilla were in crisis. They had won five trophies in 15 months but were in emotion breakdown after the death of Antonio Puerta. They had lost four consecutive matches for the first time ever and lay in 11th. Jiménez, who had won the Second Division B title with the club's youth team, carried the first team to fifth – only missing out on the Champions League on head-to-head with Atlético. The following season, he lost Dani Alves – easily the most significant player Sevilla had; starting, continuing and finishing almost every move – and still qualified for the Champions League, as well as reaching the semi-final of the Copa del Rey. But that was precisely the problem. And that is precisely the reason why they have sacked him this time. Sevilla were not convinced by Jiménez. He was sledgehammer subtle, moody, lacking tactical awareness. Importantly, their ambitions had grown. Perhaps too far, too fast. They were forever wavering over whether to let him go, but ultimately felt that as he had fulfilled the club's basic objectives he had to stay. This year, Jiménez's Sevilla reached the Champions League quarter-finals. But within the club the belief is that they should have gone further – the draw, says one director, was "extremely benevolent". This year, Jiménez's Sevilla beat Barcelona and Madrid. But beating Madrid should have been the
prelude to a tilt at the title which hasn't happened. This year, Jiménez's Sevilla reached the Copa del Rey final. But that is equally hard to fathom. They were beaten by Depor and Getafe and battered by Barcelona and somehow still sneaked through. After the Getafe game, Jiménez should have been celebrating reaching the final but was instead apologising for a desperate performance. "We cannot go on like this," remarked Del Nido. Which said it all. Besides, it's one thing beating Barcelona; it's quite another being Barcelona. When Sevilla have had to attack teams, when they have been obliged to carry the initiative, they haven't been able. Sevilla have two wonderful wingers – only Duda and Pedro León have delivered more crosses than Jesús Navas and Diego Perotti and only Leo Messi has provided more assists than Navas – but little else. Their entire gameplan is about getting the wingers beyond the full-backs. Teams that sit deep and defend, closing that space, have found it startlingly easy to succeed. Sevilla have dropped points at home against Athletic, Deportivo, Espanyol, Getafe, Málaga, Racing and Valladolid. And they only beat Almería thanks to a puddle. It has not been all Jiménez's fault. It is not his fault that Monchi's magic deserted him as the budget grew and the demands grew with it. The sporting director who signed Júlio Baptista and Dani Alves for a combined total of less than €3m, selling them for over €60m (£53m), has also signed Arouna Koné for €12m, Javier Chevantón for €7m, and Romaric for €8.5m – and couldn't give them away. It is not his fault that, in the absence of Christian Poulsen and Enzo Maresca, there is desperately little creativity in midfield. Or that Sevilla have 10 players injured. It's not his fault that Fredi Kanouté, who has hardly trained over the last three years, can barely play either any more, that Alvaro Negredo is arrogant or that Luís Fabiano has what one observer describes as "a sprained World Cup". But still the
conclusion is that Jiménez is just not very good; that his team are just not that good. That not getting a Champions League place is criminal in a season in which Atlético and Villarreal have been so dire. That if last season he did not convince; this season he has been even worse. That after two years of swashbuckling, flowing brilliance under Ramos, most people feel the need to clean their eyeballs with a Brillo pad and a squirt of Jif after watching Sevilla play. That they haven't even got the balls that Jiménez guaranteed. That the last two years have seen them go backwards. That success was incidental and failure, ultimately, inevitable. And extremely costly. One highly placed source describes Sevilla's situation as a "crisis". It sounds absurd but in a depressed market, they cannot afford not to qualify for the Champions League. Nor can they afford a Copa del Rey final defeat. And with Jiménez at the helm, the consensus at the Sánchez Pizjuán was that that was exactly what would happen.

ΦΕΤΟΣ όμως το ΠΡΩΤΑΘΛΗΜΑ θα το πάρει από τον ΠΡΩΤΟ ΧΡΟΝΟ ΤΟΥ ΣΤΗΝ ΑΕΚ....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

t-rex αμα το χασουμε τι θα λες ρε φιλε?

Δεν παίζει αυτό. Το ΠΡΩΤΑΘΛΗΜΑ φέτος θα το πάρουμε εμείς. Θα το δεις τον Μάιο και θα με θυμηθείς.