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Goals

Romanian football teams Steaua Bucharest and CFR Cluj qualified for the Europa League play-offs in spring. While a decent performance for a recently underwhelming football, it may be nothing to scream about. To scream about are the goals scored in their last matchday.

Steaua sealed their group win with an away draw at FC Copenhagen, via this blast:

CFR Cluj finished 3rd in their Champions League group in spite of a legendary win on the Old Trafford vs. Manchester United. As one of the players put it, “practically nobody wins here”, no matter what team Sir Alex is aligning. Unfortunately it wasn’t enough for a Champions League spring, with 10 points they stay third and advance to Europa League, but what a way to finish the campaign, and what a winning goal:

They got a Cluj

Another Brit with a footballing passion (is this a pleonasm?) and enjoyable writing has shared impressions from Romania. Nick Ames typically writes for Arsenal Football Club, but this correspondence was written for the “European Football Weekends” website. With no further due,

The waitress in balmy Piata Muzeului bears a striking resemblance to Jelena Dokic – and without the unnervingly obsessive father, you’d assume. My chances of finding out for sure are nipped in the bud fairly decisively. “You go dancing this evening?” she enquires in thick-frosted English. “Perhaps,” I reply evenly, “but I’m going to watch CFR first, so we’ll see.”

“You have come to Cluj to watch football….?” She tails off, says nothing more, regards me with the concerned disgust you might usually reserve for someone who leaves a copy of ‘A Journey’ open at May 12, 1994. She places my bottle of Ursus in front of me, frowning slightly. Twenty minutes later, her male colleague ventures forth to collect my six lei.

Perhaps I’d sold myself short. In a day and a half I’d already thoroughly combed Cluj-Napoca’s pleasant mixture of pretty churches, side streets and museums, all accompanied with the requisite sprinkling of dreadful Communist ephemera. I’d been down a salt mine and hiked 15km towards, up and back from a mountain gorge near the town of Turda, subsequently feeling pretty akin to the name. A chance meeting with some Americans had resulted in generous Ursus consumption, just five minutes from this very square, the evening before. So what could be done when there was just one thing missing?”

What could be done? One could read the whole article, here.

Derby day in Bucharest

James Appell lives in London and writes a sports blog in an “informed, alternative way”. And enjoyable, I might add.True to that credo, here is an excellent photo-report from a football match in the… Romanian league, of all. How come? Handing over to James:

“A weekend in Bucharest – hardly the most romantic of holidays, you might think.
Well that depends on your priorities. For me a trip away necessitates a change of scenery, and there’s no greater antidote to the sterility of orderliness in the UK (respect for rules, queueing, attentiveness to other people’s private space) than spending a few days in the relative anarchy of Eastern Europe. I was looking for a place to spend a couple of days getting away from London, and Bucharest seemed like just the ticket.
[…]
But […] the main reason for Bucharest as my destination of choice was the football.”

Read the full article here.

Thanks to Anglofil for cherrypicking this for us.