The chain wit, who seemed to be able to ruffle all the grass on his flank with one ardent gaze, and make his opponent look down, Evseev was one of those honest (but not to say that artless) players who were told to tear him up. His goal to Wales came out absolutely Hiddink's: when passion and will are stronger than circumstances.
Having already celebrated his 30th birthday with the new Lokomotiv head coach, Yevseyev was doubled, they say, for all the same indomitable temperament that does not always allow him to figure out who is in front of him - the Welshman or Byshovets. The gathering of a whole generation (some take, some retire, be it Shinnik, Torpedo, or a newly designed new apartment) began last season, and this will only accelerate. Who argues that Evseev is not so quick that Semak in Moscow and Khokhlov in Dynamo turn pale, like a favorite polaroid photograph, and Anatoly Fedorovich Byshovets is more convenient (and maybe more correct) to build a new Lokomotiv around Loskov, 33, and the younger (Bilyaletdinov? Lukas? Eremenko?) Midfielder, but the loss of familiar characters always calls for nostalgia. Is Akinfeev so roaring as the Boss? But does Vova Bystrov know how to gut a judge like Rolan Gusev? Is Shishkin a substitute for Evseev? And then there was Vladislav Radimov, who was deprived of the captain's armband at the Zenith Lawyer, decided to leave, but he seemed to be dissuaded. Who will tell the whole truth about the FTC ?!
FIGHT WITH RIXEN, which became public domain thanks to video surveillance (conversations of Yevseyev and Loskov with Byshovets exist only in oral traditions, irrelevant in the era of the YouTube service), instantly created glory for the Dutchman, as Evseev. And if Evgenyev stuck to Yevseyev more strongly than his middle name, then the rowdy Ricksen recognized by St. Petersburg adopted, as a number, four B from Kerzhakov who had left for Sevilla: I beat, I beat and I will beat. But the same video - because of its visibility - lies more often than the narrator. Everyone saw how Radimov barked at Skrtel, and Riksen pounced on the captain (Radimov himself tried to avoid fights), how the Zenit and Malaga players bred them, as they had dragged Radimov off the bench, but few people saw what happened before and after. What became the cause, and what was the consequence, well, apart from the disciplinary transfer of the captain's armband to Arshavin. Previously, the captain in the "Zenith" was chosen, but not appointed. And the players themselves chose Radimov for many years in a row, knowing full well all his qualities, including the legendary five-match passion. Not Petrzhela forced them.
The fan, getting used to his football heroes, even sincerely loving them, still perceives the players as characters from a computer program, setting them the odds. They saw something themselves, read somewhere in the newspapers, observed something for some reason. Semak - 10 points for intelligence, 10 - for club patriotism, a blow to the C grade. Kerzhakov - 8 points for selfishness, 2 points for a pass, if only it would be a pass to Arshavin. Radimov - 10 points for honesty and nervousness, 1 point - for the speed of movement across the field. As in a computer game, the team success is built on the fan on a simple mathematical summation, although it has long been proven that sport is not mathematics, but chemistry. That is, when mixing different components, it either forms a new life-giving solution, or explodes, dirtying the walls. And what will Lokomotiv be without Evseev and (someday) Loskov, and Zenit without Radimov, you just won’t count in a column.
Stanislav GRIDASOV
