World Cup is back! So is a huge roster of players plying their trade in various countries. Here is one another look at the huge list, the data-science way.
Europe, Europe, Europe!!!
Lets begin with the where all the players play, Europe ? South America ? The answer as expected is not baffling at all, but rather well known.
A whopping 78.1% of the Worldcup players play in Europe!
Lets dig a little deeper, to see which countries do earn.
In top 10 employing countries, European nations check-in the top 8 positions. Mexico does well competing with Netherlands / Holland with 20 players each.
A further drill-down into the clubs and the rich clubs don’t disappoint.
Considering Real Madrid as the richest is still 5th in the order. We’ll analyze that in a moment.
So if we remove the EU out of the picture, how do other leagues do?
Mexico the fierce competitor to Netherlands tops it, The fairly money-laden MLS can’t cut it.
We saw 123 players play in England, subtract 22 players from England and we have close to 101 non-English players playing in England. You’re sure they’ll cross each other in the group stages.
Group H topping with 19 wage earners in England. Belgium (11), South Korea (5) and Algeria (3). This means half of the Belgian players work in England.
Who is that 1 player in the English squad who plays outside England ? He is Frasen Forster, Goalkeeper. Plays for Celtic in Scotland.
Take a look at Russia, its the only team whose all 23 players play in their country, England follows with 22 then Italy with 20.
You wonder how the picture stands looking at the bottom end of the graph.
No marks for pointing out the poor and new nations at the bottom. But shame on Argentina, one of the world cup contenders having a meagre 2 players. Those being Fernando Gago (midfielder, Boca Juniors) and Agustin Orion (goalkeeper, Boca Juniors)
The clubs owe a lot to the nation where they run their business.
Bayern and Barcelona having 7 of their country players. Chelsea, England having the most of foreign World cup players, 13. 4 of which are from Brazil.
Wonder what could be the most popular formation ? The stats show it could well be 4-4-2. Check the total positional players in World Cup.
Taking a look at continents and positions, there are NO African and Australian forwards playing in their own continent.
The Trusty Tahr is out with support for 5 years. Here are the first thoughts about it…
Unity feels more responsive than ever, especially the Alt+Tab.
New Desktop environments these days (also read as Cinnamon, GNOME Shell) take up a lot of RAM, I wanted to test 14.04′s unity, after few hours usage it too scooped up 320 MB worth of RAM… I expected better
One thing that definitely annoyed me a lot – Everytime I pressed “Alt + D” (Firefox’s shortcut for address bar focus), the HUD used to come up after the address bar focus. Hence after each Alt+D, I had an “Escape key” following up. I hope Canonical listens to this, They might say “F6″ is an alternate shortcut that users might use to avoid this problem. The problem doesn’t occur if I’m slow to use the key combination
I would’ve loved if Ubuntu packaged the Ubuntu Tweak Tool as default installation.
The Web Apps for firefox seem to have gone! Feel bad for its lovers. If lucky u’ll get a notification to add the app, however when opened it opens up the built in Ubuntu Web Browser. No more integration with firefox tabs.
When I try to reach the “Appearance” app using the dash, a stupid Browser comes up as the first result
This Browser loads up “Ubuntu Home page” There are no UI elements to navigate anywhere else. The only way you could access is thru HUD ! – I have no idea why its included.
The Acid test is still pending, I’ve still got to use it during office hours. With apache, mysql, IntelliJ, Netbeans, Sublime Text all running at once. Only then will Ubuntu as a desktop will truly be gauged. The test machine is fairly strong.
Intel® Core™ i5 CPU M 540 @ 2.53GHz × 4 Intel® Core™ i5 CPU M 540 @ 2.53GHz × 4
3.7 GiB of RAM
All in all, Ubuntu continues to roll out another strong release.
Final Rating: 4/5
Update (30 Apr ’14): The update of Firefox 29 seems to have knocked off the HUD Bug when using Alt + D combination to focus the address bar.
Did you enable the commands suggested by powertop ?
Thats exactly what happened to me, for days I was wondering why my Fedora 20 x64 was acting weirdly on USB inserts. When I checked journalctl -f, I found that my system went to sleep !
Jan 29 08:45:27 ruturaj-vartak ntfs-3g: Version 2013.1.13 integrated FUSE 27
Jan 29 08:45:27 ruturaj-vartak ntfs-3g: Mounted /dev/sdb1 (Read-Write, label "", NTFS 3.1)
Jan 29 08:45:27 ruturaj-vartak ntfs-3g: Cmdline options: rw,nodev,nosuid,uid=1000,gid=1000,dmask=0077,fmask=0177,uhelper=udisks2
Jan 29 08:45:27 ruturaj-vartak ntfs-3g: Mount options: rw,nodev,nosuid,uhelper=udisks2,allow_other,nonempty,relatime,default_permissions,fsname=/dev/sdb1,blkdev,blksize=4096
Jan 29 08:45:27 ruturaj-vartak ntfs-3g: Global ownership and permissions enforced, configuration type 1
Jan 29 08:45:28 ruturaj-vartak kernel: hda-codec: out of range cmd 0:20:400:fffffbff
Jan 29 08:45:28 ruturaj-vartak systemd-logind: Delay lock is active but inhibitor timeout is reached.
Jan 29 08:45:28 ruturaj-vartak systemd: Starting Sleep.
Jan 29 08:45:28 ruturaj-vartak systemd: Reached target Sleep.
Jan 29 08:45:28 ruturaj-vartak systemd: Starting Suspend...
Jan 29 08:45:28 ruturaj-vartak systemd-sleep: Suspending system...
Jan 29 08:45:40 ruturaj-vartak PackageKit: daemon quit
Jan 29 08:46:04 ruturaj-vartak kernel: PM: Syncing filesystems ... done.
Jan 29 08:46:04 ruturaj-vartak kernel: PM: Preparing system for mem sleep
Jan 29 08:46:04 ruturaj-vartak kernel: Freezing user space processes ... (elapsed 0.001 seconds) done.
Jan 29 08:46:04 ruturaj-vartak kernel: Freezing remaining freezable tasks ...
Jan 29 08:46:04 ruturaj-vartak kernel: Freezing of tasks failed after 20.002 seconds (0 tasks refusing to freeze, wq_busy=1):
Jan 29 08:46:04 ruturaj-vartak kernel: Jan 29 08:46:04 ruturaj-vartak kernel: Restarting kernel threads ... done.
I disabled my powertop suggestions which looked like this
Well … I’ve aged. Now in my 7th year of running. I’ve been having problems with my health, my carburettor isn’t functioning that great. I’ve had a few surgeries on it, float pins changed, cleansing, rinsing, you name it. My shockers too have taken the brunt of all the bad roads of Mumbai and cross terrain riding that I’ve seen myself and Rutu through. Other parts feel rusty, like literally. But … I have the burning desire to carry on and he is happy with me… still.
This one was no different story, Mumbai – Mt. Abu – Bhuj and back, another 2200 kms+ of cross-country.
It was December and just like last year where we roamed around the lagoons in Kerala, this time Rutu had the arid India in mind – Rajasthan’s Mt. Abu and Bhuj, Gujarat. Here route.
The mantis, R-15, greets me early morning around 6.00am. She is all shining, showing off her best with her duo, Manas. While I’m still the same, standing tall and strong, no-frills girl. This trip as well, I’ll be hosting the Saddle bags full with road-rascals’ luggage, Mantis’ spares, etc. Rutu comes with the heavy saddles and were off by 6.15am. Rutu is quite protected with Manas’ jacket, over-dressed according to his usual simplistic style of shorts and flip-flops.
We meet the Bullying Bison just ahead of Dahisar check-post, Bison with her equally amassed rider, JK. Next stop was for a breakfast somewhere on the outskirts of Gujarat, we lay parked like always in a tri-headed formation under a green shed, The touring sisters as we are called. While we bitched about our guys, probably they lechered of others, the usual suspects being Multistrada, CBRs, KTMs and the other voluptuous Rs like 1000R and 1000RR, R1 and so on…
The road till now had been smooth, Mumbai-Ahmedabad’s NH-8 is a well known friend for us tourers. NH-8, keeping to himself, not having a strong character that plays upon us. However the air started getting from little polluted to being strongly particulated by the time we reached Navsari, Surat. The worst when we reached the outskirts of Ankaleshwar, Bharuch. Stretchs of NH-8′s skins too had developed a rash of trash and pieces of cloth! Ya you read it right, pieces of cloth. While our masters never cared to navigate through it, I still felt uneasy touching it. Probably it was too much for the guys as well as they halted for lunch somewhere between Bharuch and Vadodara (Baroda).
Rutu and others were very happy of the Punjabi Thali, a system that the guys weren’t really accustomed to. It had a jeera rice, dal tadka, paneer subji, rotis and buttermilk. Which according to them was easy to pick from the normal useless clutter of a menu card. There on, the NH-8 had a smoother dermis.
The outskirts of Vadodara was a pain, wading through a populous sea of fellow cousins, other automates, cars, trucks. My species wasn’t allowed on the Vadodara-Ahemedabad expressway and we had to go along the trusted NH-8 which was all under repairs, getting its base set, skin relayered, it took us almost 2 hrs to reach Ahemdabad. We were still 144km away from Palanpur our destined stop for the night and it was already 5pm. Our guys decided to take the Sardar Patel ring road and head towards Mehsana where they could find shelter for us and them alike. As we moved through the dark but still assisted by a equally friendly colleague of NH-8, passing through endless number of tolls, our guys perhaps decided enough of the dark darting when they finally stopped at a hotel in Kalol.
Dec 15, 2013
We had already seen JK come down for his smoke, tea so that he could get his bowels moving smoothly. All of them came with the heavy luggage around 8 and we were rolling towards Mehsana when we cut through કર્ક વૃત or “Tropic of Cancer”. Guys had a breakfast in a town called “Unjha” where smells and sights of Jeera or Cumin was all around as Rutu put it.
Palanpur and then Mt. Abu followed. Roads as expected and heard were fabulous in Gujarat. Unlike the Ooty road that I was expecting with series of Hair-pin bends, this one had a single narrow lane climbing all the way up to the town. After finding a parking place and a room for themselves, guys headed for lunch in the town and were discussing typical food-menu while returning back from a restaurant. They headed back into a Gujarati restaurant where there was no one but our guys. It seems they had a rajasthani thali and my guy had Daal baati. They then dessert-ed on Churma.
Me and Bison relaxed while guys roamed Nakki lake. While we checked out an occasional R-15, a roaming CBR-250.. I guess our guys did something similar. The evening was cold when we returned back.
Dec 16, 2013
I guess everybody had slept more than they wanted to. ’cause it wasn’t till 8.30am when Manas came to check his Mantis. We were unsure of the day’s proceedings and we waited while they had a breakfast in the golden sunlight in the almost frosted-dew-drenched garden. When the guys came back to us, it was 10.30pm and it was with their entire luggage, it seems they had planned to go ahead instead of spending time in a typical honeymooner-infested city.
The road to Bhuj had Palanpur, Deesa, Radhanpur, Bachau. Palanpur onwards the road is what I would say too huge, too straight, too nice. It felt like an ant was crawling on a tarred road. Thats the perspective one could get about a 150cc on this road to Bhuj from Palanpur. All that we saw were trucks, long trailers and a few cars if we were lucky. Guys stopped just ahead of Radhanpur to have lunch. It was a small, local road-side dhaba ( a gujarati version of it ). It was 3.30pm when guys were back from food and I heard Bhuj was still 250km away !! But all were bent down and raced along till Bachau about 70km away from Bhuj where we took a road off from the NH/SH. I had lost the track of the road. The sun was setting behind Bachau, and I had to ensure I was bright enough to plough through the dark. Bhuj came by 7.50pm. Where the guys found a posh hotel, Grand 3D which had a huge parking space just for us. I assume it was lavish for them as well. Guys dined at the restaurant next to the parking lot.
Dec 17, 2013
I had heard many talks about the White Rann of Kutch, typically about the big-ass Bullets’ ride on the white sand (Thats what I thought initially – white sand). We were cruising up north towards Dhordo which was about 20km away from Hodka, the junction for getting to White Rann of Kutch or Kala Dungar (literally – Black Hill). The plan was set to get to Kala Dungar first (East of Hodka) spend time there, have lunch, then move down back to Hodka and west towards Dhodro for the White desert.
Kala Dungar was a small mount about 500m above the ground. While we were parked on the edge of the hill over looking the Great lake of Kutch which extended beyond the horizon. The blue of the water easily mixing through the hazy gray. Guys spent more than an hour on the hill enjoying the scenery. All of them more accustomed to watch a sea with lush green forests of Konkan and the Western Ghats, but this was different, a huge lake right between a desert!
On our way down, Rutu decided to stop by the “Torna resort” which seemed like cottages for staying. When we reached there, a huge pathani fellow with Orange colored hair welcomed us in. Another fellow asked them to wait as the lunch was being prepared. After more than 2 hours or so when the guys were back, they were discussing all the they had found about this place, proximity to Pakistan, the inflow-outflow of people, herds. More than 5000 cattle roaming owner-less in the Pakistan side and Indian’s greed to get some of the cattle for themselves and their mystic stories of crossing the border and sometimes getting trapped in the other country, stories similar for people on both sides of the border.
We finally descended Kala Dungar not before 3pm, and head towards Dhodro. When we finally reached, Guys were perplexed to find out that they didn’t have a ‘BSF-pass’ that was required to visit the White Rann. It was to be obtained at Hodka chowk. Rutu asked the BSF guard if they could let them through, so came their boss, a guy in Green civilian T-shirt and a camouflage pants and military boots. I heard their conversation…
- Sir, let us go through, we kept asking all the while for pass and we were asked to go ahead.
- OK, you dont’ have a pass, you have not paid
₹100, which was to be used for Kutchi people’s development. What will you do for the country if I allow you to go ?
- Sir, we pay tax!
- That’s OK, but pledge, keep you hand on your heart and say, you’ll help a person of India.
- Sir, we swear we’ll help.
We heard guys later say, that initially they felt he was just joking, but he was damn serious. Then I overheard Rutu speaking with JK and Manas
- When I asked him “Sir mera Driving ID, I’ve given, but I don’t know your name. If I return late in the evening in the dark, where shall I get my ID from ?
- To which he replied “जिस भरोसेसे हम आपको जाने देरहें है, उसी भरोसे से आपको मिलजाएगा !”
Rutu admitted he didn’t have guts to argue further…
The White Rann, as we had initially thought, it was made up of white sand, But we were wrong. It was the white salt that had crystallized over the wet salty mud flats, that created an illusion of a white sand desert from the distance. As the sun went down behind the salt pans, the moon still waited, when it finally came up so did the glowing crystalline salt. It was yellow at first, but then turned into blue. The beauty increasing by the minute. Around 7.30pm the guys came back and we headed out of the Rann Utsav area, and halted just on the outskirts for tea. After 15mins, we were back on the road cutting through the slightly chilly desert. In the day what was my first ride through a desert, yellow-brown arid flats. The vegetation only a little bushy shrubs, throny trees and some weed, An endless flat area where one could get lost with no guidance of any landmarks, like hills, big trees, water, just arid flat land. Now the scene was dark, today was a full moon, shining bright, but it was still not enough and I was limited to 60 kmph. Only when there were bold road lines, would I be upped to 70kmph. If a reflector lined road was in sight, I was stretched to 90kmph in the dark. We came back at the hotel around 9.30pm where the next day was more of local sight seeing and relaxation, easy on us bikes.
Dec 18, 2013
The next day, we headed first towards the Swami Narayan temple, new temple built after the quake. Post the 99 crore worth institution we headed towards the Rajendra Park, which is in the middle of Harmirsar Lake. A beautiful park in the centre of the city. It had a very calm appeal to itself, we though I didn’t sight any couples enjoying the lonely, yet very peaceful and safe place, I’m sure it was one of the places where people from Bhuj came by to enjoy family time or cuddling time with their lovers. Next stop was the palace museum after which we headed for lunch, Next up – to the back of our hotel, the Bhujio fort. Rutu was eager to reach the top of the fort, JK didn’t even try. Manas trailed behind but finally manged to reach the top. I’m sure they had a good view of the city there. The day had been easy on us bikes, not a lot of revving just idling through the city. The day after was gonna be again on the road. Off to Mumbai via Ahmedabad, Vadodara.
Dec 19, 2013
We left early morning around 5.45am first towards Bachau, then connecting NH 8A, leading us straight to Ahmedabad outskirts. The road not that great till Ahmedabad, I had hoped the regal layout as had it been towards Bachau from Palanpur, but wasn’t that grand. Guys had a lunch after we moved along Ahmedabad outskirts via Sardar Ring road towards Vadodara. We passed Vadodara early by around 4.30pm we had covered 430km+ in less than 12 hours and were more than half way to Mumbai, guys wanted to rest. They decided initaly decided to head towards Bharuch, but then relented to JK’s antics and stopped at Karjan at a motel near TBEA factory.
Dec 20, 2013
Heading on the road around 6.30 am in winter in Gujarat around Bharuch is dreaded nightmare for a Asthmatic patient. Its cold, the heavy air settling over Narmada and its tributaries. Adding to it the pollution of all the industries near by. A place somewhere on the outskirts of Navsari was selected for breakfast around 9.00am. There on we fired all cylinders till we had crossed the Maharashtra border and the Beer Bars greeted the travellers just along the highways, still riding .. the Mantis came from behind, Manas indicating Rutu to stop. He said he was feeling very very drowsy. So we came to a halt in the jungles before Manor. Where were side-standed and guys had a nap of 30mins. Virar, Vasai wasn’t then far away. Wished the Bison a goodbye around 1230pm and then reached home by 1.30pm. A journey through the arid Gujarat and borders of Rajasthan had come to an end almost 2200km in the running.
At times riding through rough terrains, bad roads and steep ghats, you’ll always want that the journey should be over. But when we reached Tiracol, Goa it seemed like – What !? Already there ? It meant that we had no more travelling to do on our cycles enjoying those jokes with Surya, Puru, the good downhill slopes through dense trees, the slow climbs overlooking huge beautiful beaches.. All was over.
When I finally locked my cycle in my building, Even though I had some ruptured skin down my bum, I felt I wanted more.. What would now remain of this whole journey (probably once in a lifetime) was fond memories, discussing events in the office with friends..