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Ibrahimovic, the flawed genius
NICE: The self-proclaimed legend of Swedish football stopped delivering. For good.
NICE: The self-proclaimed legend of Swedish football stopped delivering. For good.
Zlatan Ibrahimovic’s last game in Swedish bright yellow wasn’t worthy of a movie and had no Hollywood ending. But that made it fitting for a career that, for all his towering achievements in club football in five countries, has glaring holes in it.
Sweden’s record s corer leaves international football with memories to cherish, none more powerful than the acrobatic overhead kick against England that won him Fifa’s goal of the year award in 2013, but also with a gnawing feeling that a player with his talents and footwork that was astounding for a 6-foot, 4-inches (1.94-metre) tall colossus could and should have achieved more.
He never advanced deep into a major tournament with Sweden, stalling in the last 16 of two World Cups and a European Championship quarterfinal in 2004 where he was one of two Swedes who failed to score in a penalty shoot-out loss to the Netherlands. How much of the blame for those frustrations should be laid at his feet or at the feet of Swedish teammates who weren’t of his level will be an enduring debate.
Sweden’s 1-0 loss to Belgium on Wednesday in their last match of Group E meant Ibrahimovic failed to advance to the European Championship knockout stage for a third successive time.
Ibrahimovic had the opportunity to join Cristiano Ronaldo as the only player to score at four championships. The 34-year-old talked big at the outset, saying “the legend can still deliver.” But he shot blanks, with his tally of career goals for Sweden stuck, forever now, at 62 in 116 appearances.
Ibrahimovic’s spotty international and European record is doubtless among reasons why he has never been among the top three names for world player of the year. He scored 19 goals for
Sweden in World Cup qualifying but no goals in his two trips to the tournament itself.
FANTASTIC MEMORIES
His exit from international football was surprisingly low-key for such a larger-than-life character, a part Bosnian Muslim, part Croatian Catholic son of Sweden who was born on the wrong side of the tracks in Malmo with a chip on his shoulder and a determination to prove that he could amount to something.
“I will have many fantastic memories from the national team,” he said. “Because it’s a nice story. Because where I came from, the little, what people call ghetto.”
He has proved himself over and over and in spades. He didn’t always live up to his own hype, but did so often enough for his arrogance not to appear ludicrous. League titles came in the Netherlands, Italy, Spain and France and, if the chatter of recent months is well-founded, perhaps another adventure lies ahead with Manchester United and new manager Jose Mourinho in the Premier League. That could be a smart move, a chance to show that he can still have impact in a league tougher than his last stop, in France. Or it could expose him as past his best.
After the final whistle in Nice, Ibrahimovic peeled off his captain’s armband and slowly made the round of his Swedish teammates, shaking their hands. Belgium coach Marc Wilmots offered him words as they left the pitch.
