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for the love of lubo

This video is the second to be made about Lubo by First Press, although unlike 'A Gift From God' this one does not have the official stamp. (memo to these publishers: stop coming up with such cringeworthy titles for these things please.)

They have tried to recreate the winning formula of the first one by keeping the talking heads to a minimum and showing plenty of goals, but this one just doesn't quite reach the same standard as before. Perhaps it's because it can't boast the novelty of seeing early action featuring the young Moravcik in Slovakia banging in goals with gusto or the slightly older Lubo doing likewise in France.

They have also adopted the slightly quirky approach of grouping the Great Man's goals under headings, so that free kicks all appear in the same segment of film regardless of what period of Lubo's career they were scored in. There are some brilliant goals to savour, that's for sure, although many of them will now be getting a bit familiar. Also, is it really necessary to pad out the video with about five minutes of Lubo taking penalties?

Tributes are duly paid by Laurent Blanc, a team mate at St. Etienne, Henrik Larsson, Didier Agathe, compatriot Tomaschek, Stilian Petrov and, for same reason, David Moss. They all rave about Lubo as an all-round player, but we are only shown his goals on the video. Surely we could have been allowed to appreciate the other aspects of his game as well?

The great man features near the end, going to Celtic Park to say his farewells then reflecting on his time at Parkhead. One final criticism I would level at the makers of this video is that they could have allowed Lubo to express himself in a language he is more fluent in than English then translated it for the film.

As it is, this is an interesting film in parts but overall it gives the distinct impression that it was an afterthought following the success of the first Lubo video. The best bit is probably the sequence entitled 'super solos'; I'll never tire of watching thos two goals he scored at Ibrox, or the one he scored at Pittodrie.

Like its literary counterpart it could have been better.


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