With speculation over Rafael Benitez’s future reaching tipping point, is it time for Liverpool to say goodbye to their idiosyncratic manager? Six defeats in eight games and the looming Champions League exit would test the loyalty of most club owners. And it could be argued that current form barely scratches the surface of a multitude of issues at Anfield.
The performance of a football team and indeed a coach should be judged over a period of longer than a few months. So regardless of recent form, the more pertinent question to ask is whether Benitez has been a success during his five years at Liverpool?
Since 2004 the Spanish coach has twice achieved silverware, famously with the Champions League triumph of 2005, followed by the FA Cup the following year. With a consistent Champions League showing over the next four seasons and last year’s title push, it could be argued that Benitez has cemented Liverpool’s reputation as a European force whilst maintaining a domestic challenge.
Unfortunately, this will never be enough for a club of Liverpool’s heritage and pedigree, regardless of how competitive English football has been since his arrival. As talk emerges of five year plans, many Liverpool fans are wondering what happened to last five. The Champions League triumph of 2005 is the obvious starting place.
The worst detractors will argue that the legacy of Gerard Houllier had more to do with the Istanbul triumph than the influence of Benitez. Whilst the development of Gerrard and Carragher owes much to the Frenchman, this grossly undervalues the tactical acumen of Benitez, let alone the importance of Xabi Alonso. Although talented, it is highly unlikely Houllier would have plotted such an unexpected European triumph.
But the incredible victory in Istanbul did much to remove the spotlight from Benitez’s average performance in the transfer market during his first season. Although Alonso was an inspired signing, Nunez, Josemi and Morientes were a more reliable indicator of things to come.
If the assembly of a squad designed to challenge Man United’s supremacy was the long-term aim, then there is no doubt that Benitez has failed. The current squad is arguably worse than that he inherited, failing to personify its manager in the same way Chelsea did under Mourinho and Arsenal do under Wenger. Of the Spaniard’s signings, only Torres, Mascherano and Reina provide any significant building blocks for the future.
Moreover, this season’s glaring lack of a first-class striker to support Torres has been embarrassing. Both Voronin and N’Gog would struggle to get into most Premier League sides. This leaves Steven Gerrard shoehorned into the role of second striker, thus relieving the team of their most potent midfield force. In a roundabout way, Benitez’s poor man management skills are to blame…
The lack of respect shown to Xabi Alonso in last year’s pursuit of Gareth Barry left much to be desired. Alonso’s superb performances last season smacked of an ‘I told you so’ attitude and there was little surprise when he jumped at his deserved move to the Bernabeu. Likewise, the poor management of Robbie Keane completely robbed the striker of his confidence. Yes, the Irishman hardly set the world alight in his brief period at Anfield, but a £20 million outlay surely allows for a period of bedding in and adjustment. Keane didn’t become a bad player overnight.
The handling of Keane left Liverpool threadbare as an attacking force, whilst their much publicised financial issues have meant a lack funds for a world class replacement.
Money is an issue that just won’t disappear for Liverpool and this summer’s spending masks deeper problems at Anfield. On the surface they have spent £17 million on Roma’s Aquilani and £18m on Glen Johnson, but in reality the outlay is far less. The fee for Johnson was closer to £10 million due to an outstanding debt Portsmouth owed on Peter Crouch, whilst the Aquilani-Alonso reversal netted a £13 million profit for the club.
We should remember that Benitez’s spending power at Liverpool has always been closer to that of Wenger than Ferguson. With this in mind success relative to outlay has been more than adequate. But where Arsenal currently have a squad packed with young exciting players, Liverpool are left with the perennially frustrating Babel, Lucas and Riera.
Liverpool are in desperate need of a change and although harsh, it seems Benitez has run his course. The likelihood of this happening however, is massively decreased by Gillett and Hicks dreadful management of his contract negotiations. If they want to fire the Spaniard they will have to shell out £20 million in compensation for the privilege.
This financial implication may inadvertently help the club. Although the clamour for Benitez’s head continues to build, he does have one thing going for him – things can only getter better. If he stays there’s no doubt he has the ability to steer the club towards Champions League qualification once again, which is now an absolute must for next season.
The potential departure of Benitez inevitably leads to consideration of the alternatives. But with Kenny Dalglish currently hailed as the potential prodigal son, you do wonder what more he could offer than the current manager. It’s nearly fifteen years since Blackburn won the title and the game has changed a great deal since Kenny was king… much more than when Rafa wore the crown in 2005.
Sunday, 8 November 2009
Don't Blame it on Rio
You have to feel sorry for Rio Ferdinand. After several years of largely unblemished excellence for both England and Manchester United he has become the subject of stinging public criticism for recent performances. Although his form is undoubtedly below par, the calls for him to be dropped by both club and country are ludicrous.
Ahead of a World Cup offering more than the usual blinkered English optimism, the media are yet again intent on throwing the national team off the rails. In the absence of Steve McClaren style calamities on the pitch and Sven-esque intrigue away from it, red top column inches are proving tougher to fill than usual. So with the goalkeeping debate reaching unthinkable realms of dreariness, enter Rio Ferdinand.
The Manchester United defender’s recent high-profile mistakes have opened the door on an unceremonious blanket review of his worth. With poor judgement against Man City and Ukraine providing untimely reminders of his lackadaisical past and Fernando Torres showing him up for pace and strength against Liverpool.
Although there is clearly something amiss, Rio’s consistency over the last three years has done him no favours, only serving to accentuate his current form. Whether a matter of concentration or physical condition, it’s important to retain a degree of sanity over the situation. Suggestions that this is the beginning of the end for one of England’s finest ever centre-backs are ridiculous.
Amidst the cat calls, there are accusations that Rio has too many off the field commitments, particularly with his recent co-funding of British feature film ‘Dead Man Running’. Other than the obvious puns to coincide with his dip in form, this is merely a side project. The facts behind his bad patch are far less glamorous. The simple truth is that Ferdinand’s pre-season was ruined by a thigh injury. He is still building up to full match fitness and sharpness, a fact that Sir Alex Ferguson and Fabio Capello will be acutely aware of.
With South Africa looking like a genuine opportunity for England’s best World Cup since 1990, it is vital Rio is given time and patience, rather than a barrage of criticism in the press. It’s clear he has great ability, but also easy to forget that he thrives on confidence. When undermined, Ferdinand has a tendency to commit uncharacteristic mistakes. But at his ego-driven best he was one of the outstanding England players at the last two World Cups.
Complacency has been suggested as another contributory factor, with Rio’s Man United and England place facing no genuine challenge. However, Matthew Upson’s admirable performances will not have gone unnoticed and as too will Fabio Capello’s lack of regard for reputations.
But in reality, any chance of England lifting the World Cup next year will require an in-form Ferdinand alongside an in-form John Terry. Where Upson is Terry-like in his style, the Man United centre-back provides the perfect foil, with athleticism, anticipation and distribution to match the best in the world. All qualities required from a centre-half when facing the most technically gifted teams on the planet.
For the collective good of the World Cup bid, it’s about time we backed Rio. There’s no denying that he splits the public with his off the field personality and myriad of side projects. But whilst we collectively cringed at the excruciating ‘Merk’d’ of 2006, it should be noted that his soon to be launched ‘Live the Dream Foundation’ indicates a social conscience missing from many of today’s modern stars.
So, in the absence of interesting stories to write about England, I would direct the spotlight towards the amoral Robinho. His recent flirting with Barcelona makes Cristiano Ronaldo’s Madrid courtship look positively bashful. Whilst Man City are hardly anyone’s second team at the moment, you have to sympathise with Mark Hughes. In order to get the neutrals back on side, why not force the ungracious Brazilian to play out the remainder of his contract in the reserves? Let’s face it, they hardly need the money.
Whatever happens, it would be nice to see the pressure lifted from the England players for at least a few months ahead of South Africa 2010.
Ahead of a World Cup offering more than the usual blinkered English optimism, the media are yet again intent on throwing the national team off the rails. In the absence of Steve McClaren style calamities on the pitch and Sven-esque intrigue away from it, red top column inches are proving tougher to fill than usual. So with the goalkeeping debate reaching unthinkable realms of dreariness, enter Rio Ferdinand.
The Manchester United defender’s recent high-profile mistakes have opened the door on an unceremonious blanket review of his worth. With poor judgement against Man City and Ukraine providing untimely reminders of his lackadaisical past and Fernando Torres showing him up for pace and strength against Liverpool.
Although there is clearly something amiss, Rio’s consistency over the last three years has done him no favours, only serving to accentuate his current form. Whether a matter of concentration or physical condition, it’s important to retain a degree of sanity over the situation. Suggestions that this is the beginning of the end for one of England’s finest ever centre-backs are ridiculous.
Amidst the cat calls, there are accusations that Rio has too many off the field commitments, particularly with his recent co-funding of British feature film ‘Dead Man Running’. Other than the obvious puns to coincide with his dip in form, this is merely a side project. The facts behind his bad patch are far less glamorous. The simple truth is that Ferdinand’s pre-season was ruined by a thigh injury. He is still building up to full match fitness and sharpness, a fact that Sir Alex Ferguson and Fabio Capello will be acutely aware of.
With South Africa looking like a genuine opportunity for England’s best World Cup since 1990, it is vital Rio is given time and patience, rather than a barrage of criticism in the press. It’s clear he has great ability, but also easy to forget that he thrives on confidence. When undermined, Ferdinand has a tendency to commit uncharacteristic mistakes. But at his ego-driven best he was one of the outstanding England players at the last two World Cups.
Complacency has been suggested as another contributory factor, with Rio’s Man United and England place facing no genuine challenge. However, Matthew Upson’s admirable performances will not have gone unnoticed and as too will Fabio Capello’s lack of regard for reputations.
But in reality, any chance of England lifting the World Cup next year will require an in-form Ferdinand alongside an in-form John Terry. Where Upson is Terry-like in his style, the Man United centre-back provides the perfect foil, with athleticism, anticipation and distribution to match the best in the world. All qualities required from a centre-half when facing the most technically gifted teams on the planet.
For the collective good of the World Cup bid, it’s about time we backed Rio. There’s no denying that he splits the public with his off the field personality and myriad of side projects. But whilst we collectively cringed at the excruciating ‘Merk’d’ of 2006, it should be noted that his soon to be launched ‘Live the Dream Foundation’ indicates a social conscience missing from many of today’s modern stars.
So, in the absence of interesting stories to write about England, I would direct the spotlight towards the amoral Robinho. His recent flirting with Barcelona makes Cristiano Ronaldo’s Madrid courtship look positively bashful. Whilst Man City are hardly anyone’s second team at the moment, you have to sympathise with Mark Hughes. In order to get the neutrals back on side, why not force the ungracious Brazilian to play out the remainder of his contract in the reserves? Let’s face it, they hardly need the money.
Whatever happens, it would be nice to see the pressure lifted from the England players for at least a few months ahead of South Africa 2010.
Give Keane a Chance
Roy Keane is very easy to dislike…And that’s why I’ve always liked him.
But as Ipswich Town slide further into trouble, the knives are well and truly out for their controversial manager.
Other than the steadily increasing boos at Portman Road, it has been a tumultuous few weeks for Keane. On one hand Dwight Yorke, Piers Morgan et al. have led a press massacre, whilst on the other he was declared the second richest manger in British football.
But regardless of the rhetoric and media glare, Keane possesses a rare characteristic. He simply doesn’t care what people think.
Whether this ambivalence results in his downfall or becomes the key to future success remains to be seen. He’s already been given the dreaded vote of confidence by the Ipswich board, who would do well to follow through and give him more time.
Aside from the tabloid ramblings of Yorke and predictable prattle of Morgan, the general sway of opinion seems to be that Keane is just too arrogant and opinionated. There is no doubt he has a mouth on him, but how much of a surprise is this given that Clough and Ferguson are his major managerial influences?
It wasn’t long ago that Keane was seen as the rightful heir to both. At Sunderland his outspoken nature was called honesty and eccentricity. But jump forward two years and he is labeled as downright nasty.
The truth is that Keane is probably somewhere between the two. Striking a balance between the hard-nailed edge and self-confidence required to lead a group of footballers. This is why his false start at Ipswich is such a surprise. Of all the young managers in British football he looked best equipped to succeed. And in Ipswich it looked like he had found the perfect ‘low key’ setting.
Unfortunately, ‘low key’ is not a phrase often uttered in the same sentence as Roy Keane. His personality alone is enough to court the spotlight, and for a man who values his privacy, he has generated a huge degree of controversy throughout his career.
In contrast to a Mourinho whose outrageous statements have a psychological function to relieve pressure from his players, when Keane says something he means it. Right or wrong, his exit from the 2002 World Cup was a demonstration of his unbending conviction in his beliefs, whilst ‘prawn sandwich-gate’ and accusations against underperforming Man United team mates demonstrate the courage to stand behind them.
Given the nature of his departure, it would be easy to lose perspective on Keane’s achievements with Sunderland. With no prior managerial experience, he took the Black Cats from second bottom in the Championship to the Premier League in his first season, and left the club significantly better off than when he joined.
It would have been all too obvious to walk into a mid-table Premier League outfit after Sunderland. But Keane opted to build something at Ipswich. And whilst no one would have anticipated such a woeful start to the season, rebuilding does take time.
Keane’s famous uncompromising honesty was on show recently when he suggested he could have been lucky at Sunderland and was possibly “being found out” by recent results. But amidst Ipswich’s failings bad luck has played a part, with late goals costing them five points in their last four matches. With their next six games against teams in the bottom half of the Championship, Keane will be itching for the end of the international break.
The likelihood is that Roy Keane will turn things around in the short term at Portman Road. But it’s his temperament that will have the biggest bearing on his future success. He has demonstrated with Sunderland and Ireland that he is not afraid of walking away. This is something he will need to get over in order to fulfill his potential. Let’s hope his current club provides him the opportunity to do so.
But as Ipswich Town slide further into trouble, the knives are well and truly out for their controversial manager.
Other than the steadily increasing boos at Portman Road, it has been a tumultuous few weeks for Keane. On one hand Dwight Yorke, Piers Morgan et al. have led a press massacre, whilst on the other he was declared the second richest manger in British football.
But regardless of the rhetoric and media glare, Keane possesses a rare characteristic. He simply doesn’t care what people think.
Whether this ambivalence results in his downfall or becomes the key to future success remains to be seen. He’s already been given the dreaded vote of confidence by the Ipswich board, who would do well to follow through and give him more time.
Aside from the tabloid ramblings of Yorke and predictable prattle of Morgan, the general sway of opinion seems to be that Keane is just too arrogant and opinionated. There is no doubt he has a mouth on him, but how much of a surprise is this given that Clough and Ferguson are his major managerial influences?
It wasn’t long ago that Keane was seen as the rightful heir to both. At Sunderland his outspoken nature was called honesty and eccentricity. But jump forward two years and he is labeled as downright nasty.
The truth is that Keane is probably somewhere between the two. Striking a balance between the hard-nailed edge and self-confidence required to lead a group of footballers. This is why his false start at Ipswich is such a surprise. Of all the young managers in British football he looked best equipped to succeed. And in Ipswich it looked like he had found the perfect ‘low key’ setting.
Unfortunately, ‘low key’ is not a phrase often uttered in the same sentence as Roy Keane. His personality alone is enough to court the spotlight, and for a man who values his privacy, he has generated a huge degree of controversy throughout his career.
In contrast to a Mourinho whose outrageous statements have a psychological function to relieve pressure from his players, when Keane says something he means it. Right or wrong, his exit from the 2002 World Cup was a demonstration of his unbending conviction in his beliefs, whilst ‘prawn sandwich-gate’ and accusations against underperforming Man United team mates demonstrate the courage to stand behind them.
Given the nature of his departure, it would be easy to lose perspective on Keane’s achievements with Sunderland. With no prior managerial experience, he took the Black Cats from second bottom in the Championship to the Premier League in his first season, and left the club significantly better off than when he joined.
It would have been all too obvious to walk into a mid-table Premier League outfit after Sunderland. But Keane opted to build something at Ipswich. And whilst no one would have anticipated such a woeful start to the season, rebuilding does take time.
Keane’s famous uncompromising honesty was on show recently when he suggested he could have been lucky at Sunderland and was possibly “being found out” by recent results. But amidst Ipswich’s failings bad luck has played a part, with late goals costing them five points in their last four matches. With their next six games against teams in the bottom half of the Championship, Keane will be itching for the end of the international break.
The likelihood is that Roy Keane will turn things around in the short term at Portman Road. But it’s his temperament that will have the biggest bearing on his future success. He has demonstrated with Sunderland and Ireland that he is not afraid of walking away. This is something he will need to get over in order to fulfill his potential. Let’s hope his current club provides him the opportunity to do so.
We Built This City
With misplaced boots and misguided celebrations overshadowing their clinical counter-attacking last Saturday, the emerging stature of Man City may just have slipped under the radar. Almost 12 months since they became the world’s richest club, the green shoots of investment are beginning to show.
Whilst they have hardly charmed the football purists with their aggressive transfer policy, their Arsenal-style disposal of Arsenal should have been a big step towards some positive PR. Sadly, the headlines were made for altogether different reasons.
But looking past the fleeting controversy surrounding a certain Togolese striker, Saturday’s benchmark performance raises an important question… What does long-term success look like for Manchester City?
For the answer, I would ask Roman Abramovich.
In spite of two league titles, the Russian’s vast investment has failed to reap the dividends he had hoped for. A haul of domestic trophies may have been enough appease Chelsea’s success-starved fans, but it barely scrapes the owner’s long term expectations.
For an investment approaching a billion pounds, Roman Abramovich has every right to wonder just what went wrong. The plan was to make Chelsea an internationally admired super-brand, but six years on he finds himself at a club reviled by governing bodies, disliked by the press and despised by neutrals.
Much of the disdain stems from the idea that Chelsea have bought their success; a cross Man City are bearing even before challenging for honours. But in time the investment of Sheikh Mansour will reap trophies and then the real challenge of removing this stigma will begin.
In order to succeed, Man City will need to add an ingredient which has always been missing at Stamford Bridge. Football which captivates and captures the imagination of neutrals.
Although Man City’s emotionally charged victory over Arsenal demonstrated what they are capable of as an attacking force, it’s worth remembering that their other victories this season have been solid unremarkable performances. In Mark Hughes, they have a manager who will develop a side primarily built for results. This backbone and resilience is the foundation for any degree of success in English football. Just ask Alex Ferguson or José Mourinho.
Arsenal may have won a lot of admirers over the last few years, but they haven’t won a trophy since 2005. What they wouldn’t give now for a combative spoiler in the mould of Nigel de Jong? Add the determination of Barry, Tévez and Lescott and we see a team developing very much in the mould of the manager. Mark Hughes might not be the most obvious choice for a club with such astronomical expectations, but by keeping him on the owners may have pulled off a masterstroke.
It would have been all too easy to bring in a high-profile manager and a parade of Robinho style marquee players this summer. But in Hughes, Man City’s owners have held on to a shrewd operator who will get results. They might not play blistering football this season, but they have a great chance of breaking the top four and qualifying for the Champions League.
And what of the entertaining football? The long suffering faithful won’t care less about ‘Brand Man City’ if they win the league. But one suspects the owners will eventually expect Barcelona-style football lighting up European nights at Eastlands.
If their vast financial clout is combined with a degree of patience, Man City could just succeed where Chelsea have failed. In Robinho, Wright-Phillips and Stephen Ireland they already have players who can illuminate a big occasion, and where better to start than in the back yard of bitter rivals Man United on Sunday.
Whilst they have hardly charmed the football purists with their aggressive transfer policy, their Arsenal-style disposal of Arsenal should have been a big step towards some positive PR. Sadly, the headlines were made for altogether different reasons.
But looking past the fleeting controversy surrounding a certain Togolese striker, Saturday’s benchmark performance raises an important question… What does long-term success look like for Manchester City?
For the answer, I would ask Roman Abramovich.
In spite of two league titles, the Russian’s vast investment has failed to reap the dividends he had hoped for. A haul of domestic trophies may have been enough appease Chelsea’s success-starved fans, but it barely scrapes the owner’s long term expectations.
For an investment approaching a billion pounds, Roman Abramovich has every right to wonder just what went wrong. The plan was to make Chelsea an internationally admired super-brand, but six years on he finds himself at a club reviled by governing bodies, disliked by the press and despised by neutrals.
Much of the disdain stems from the idea that Chelsea have bought their success; a cross Man City are bearing even before challenging for honours. But in time the investment of Sheikh Mansour will reap trophies and then the real challenge of removing this stigma will begin.
In order to succeed, Man City will need to add an ingredient which has always been missing at Stamford Bridge. Football which captivates and captures the imagination of neutrals.
Although Man City’s emotionally charged victory over Arsenal demonstrated what they are capable of as an attacking force, it’s worth remembering that their other victories this season have been solid unremarkable performances. In Mark Hughes, they have a manager who will develop a side primarily built for results. This backbone and resilience is the foundation for any degree of success in English football. Just ask Alex Ferguson or José Mourinho.
Arsenal may have won a lot of admirers over the last few years, but they haven’t won a trophy since 2005. What they wouldn’t give now for a combative spoiler in the mould of Nigel de Jong? Add the determination of Barry, Tévez and Lescott and we see a team developing very much in the mould of the manager. Mark Hughes might not be the most obvious choice for a club with such astronomical expectations, but by keeping him on the owners may have pulled off a masterstroke.
It would have been all too easy to bring in a high-profile manager and a parade of Robinho style marquee players this summer. But in Hughes, Man City’s owners have held on to a shrewd operator who will get results. They might not play blistering football this season, but they have a great chance of breaking the top four and qualifying for the Champions League.
And what of the entertaining football? The long suffering faithful won’t care less about ‘Brand Man City’ if they win the league. But one suspects the owners will eventually expect Barcelona-style football lighting up European nights at Eastlands.
If their vast financial clout is combined with a degree of patience, Man City could just succeed where Chelsea have failed. In Robinho, Wright-Phillips and Stephen Ireland they already have players who can illuminate a big occasion, and where better to start than in the back yard of bitter rivals Man United on Sunday.
Sunday, 13 September 2009
The Art of Diving
Seldom does a season pass without the world of football expressing its collective disgust for at least one diving incident. Nearly two weeks on from Eduardo’s theatricals against Celtic and the debate continues to rage. As the perennial and all too predictable finger-wagging continues, isn’t it time to just accept ‘simulation’ as part of the game and move on?
It wasn’t so long ago that Eduardo cut a figure of huge public sympathy after sustaining a harrowing and career-threatening injury against Birmingham City. Then, earlier this year he was hailed a paragon of determination and bravery following his fight back to fitness. But today Eduardo is a villain and cheat. Period.
Well, that’s what some sections of the sporting media will have you believe.
The truth is that Eduardo is actually quite unfortunate. He did what every centre-forward will do at least once in their career. Sadly for him, he executed it dreadfully in a match with massive financial implications.
All of this is not to condone Eduardo’s behaviour. He cheated and has rightly been banned. But amidst the rhetoric and sniping about UEFA’s punishment for the Croatian, a far more interesting question has arisen. When is a dive a dive?
Just three days later, the penalty earned by Wayne Rooney against Arsenal took on even greater scrutiny. On first look it appeared to be a clear spot-kick, with Manuel Almunia making contact with the player and not the ball. But a repeat viewing in slow-motion reveals that Rooney was already on his way down before the collision. Therefore suggesting he manufactured contact with the keeper to garner the decision.
Although we’ll never know the truth of Rooney’s intentions, it begs the question, was it still a penalty and is there an art to diving?
Regardless of Rooney’s early descent, it could be argued that referee Mike Dean was still correct to award a penalty kick. Although it hardly seems fair, to the letter of the law, Almunia missed the ball and fouled the player.
In a utopian world of honest footballers, Wayne Rooney would have done everything he could to hurdle the oncoming keeper and chase down the ball. Sadly that world doesn’t exist and for decades centre-forwards have been ‘earning’ penalties in a similar manner.
So where is the line drawn between ‘earning’ and cheating? Is there a significant difference between blatantly diving and manufacturing contact? Possibly a small ethical advantage goes to the latter, where at least there is a minor element of skill involved.
The furor has been further heightened by the fact that Wayne Rooney is an English player. But our misplaced sense of superiority about fair play is outdated and arrogant. Tired clichés of cheating foreigners should have died out with Jurgen Klinsmann a decade ago. Look beyond the stereotypes and you’ll have noticed Andy Johnson, Robbie Keane and Michael Owen proving to be just as canny as their continental counterparts.
Earlier this week Scotland keeper Craig Gordon was castigated for suggesting that the rewards reaped by Eduardo’s dive were worth the ban. But as we approach South Africa 2010, one wonders how vociferous the anti-diving movement would be if Rooney helped England ‘earn’ the World Cup next summer?
It wasn’t so long ago that Eduardo cut a figure of huge public sympathy after sustaining a harrowing and career-threatening injury against Birmingham City. Then, earlier this year he was hailed a paragon of determination and bravery following his fight back to fitness. But today Eduardo is a villain and cheat. Period.
Well, that’s what some sections of the sporting media will have you believe.
The truth is that Eduardo is actually quite unfortunate. He did what every centre-forward will do at least once in their career. Sadly for him, he executed it dreadfully in a match with massive financial implications.
All of this is not to condone Eduardo’s behaviour. He cheated and has rightly been banned. But amidst the rhetoric and sniping about UEFA’s punishment for the Croatian, a far more interesting question has arisen. When is a dive a dive?
Just three days later, the penalty earned by Wayne Rooney against Arsenal took on even greater scrutiny. On first look it appeared to be a clear spot-kick, with Manuel Almunia making contact with the player and not the ball. But a repeat viewing in slow-motion reveals that Rooney was already on his way down before the collision. Therefore suggesting he manufactured contact with the keeper to garner the decision.
Although we’ll never know the truth of Rooney’s intentions, it begs the question, was it still a penalty and is there an art to diving?
Regardless of Rooney’s early descent, it could be argued that referee Mike Dean was still correct to award a penalty kick. Although it hardly seems fair, to the letter of the law, Almunia missed the ball and fouled the player.
In a utopian world of honest footballers, Wayne Rooney would have done everything he could to hurdle the oncoming keeper and chase down the ball. Sadly that world doesn’t exist and for decades centre-forwards have been ‘earning’ penalties in a similar manner.
So where is the line drawn between ‘earning’ and cheating? Is there a significant difference between blatantly diving and manufacturing contact? Possibly a small ethical advantage goes to the latter, where at least there is a minor element of skill involved.
The furor has been further heightened by the fact that Wayne Rooney is an English player. But our misplaced sense of superiority about fair play is outdated and arrogant. Tired clichés of cheating foreigners should have died out with Jurgen Klinsmann a decade ago. Look beyond the stereotypes and you’ll have noticed Andy Johnson, Robbie Keane and Michael Owen proving to be just as canny as their continental counterparts.
Earlier this week Scotland keeper Craig Gordon was castigated for suggesting that the rewards reaped by Eduardo’s dive were worth the ban. But as we approach South Africa 2010, one wonders how vociferous the anti-diving movement would be if Rooney helped England ‘earn’ the World Cup next summer?
Tuesday, 1 September 2009
Carlo’s Chelsea Challenge
Whilst Ashes fever gripped the nation at the Oval on Sunday afternoon, the West London derby failed to ignite with Chelsea running out very comfortable winners over Fulham. But with Freddie Flintoff grabbing the back page headlines Carlo Ancelotti will be delighted to see the spotlight kept off his new charges.
Privately, the Italian coach will be delighted with the opening three victories. But in public the pragmatic ex-Milan boss is playing down his team’s start. And who can blame him?
Last summer it was all too similar. Luiz Felipe Scolari’s team stormed to six victories out of eight, and with Deco pulling the strings it was difficult to find a pundit who didn’t think Chelsea would win the title. But less than six months later Scolari was sacked and Guus Hiddink was left to salvage the ruins of Chelsea’s season.
So what does Carlo Ancelotti have to do to avoid the same fate? The simple answer is to be more successful in encounters against title competitors. Last year Chelsea only achieved four points from a possible eighteen in toothless showings against Man United, Liverpool and Arsenal.
Leading up to the October visit of Liverpool, Chelsea have four very winnable league fixtures. In order to be ready for this first major test, Carlo Ancelotti must use these games to decide on his best starting eleven.
His key decisions will rest on the midfield quartet, and most Chelsea fans will tell you the four should read Mikel, Essien, Lampard and Malouda. They are absolutely right. Unfortunately for Ancelotti, he was focused on managing Milan at the beginning of last season and misses the benefit of such hindsight. Therefore, the marquee names of Ballack and Deco have induced an understandable blindness of judgement in the new Chelsea manager.
Over the last decade both players have been hailed as the ‘best midfielder in the world’, and although both still have much to offer, neither merit a regular place in Chelsea’s starting line-up.
Whilst retaining his unquestionable flair, Deco lacks the physical presence for the intensity of the English game, whilst Ballack has never impressed for Chelsea in the imperious manner his reputation was built upon. If managed correctly, these players offer a major advantage as impact substitutes. But a revolving door starting eleven rarely succeeds - just ask Claudio Ranieri.
So for Deco and Ballack, read Frank Lampard and Michael Essien as the superior midfield option. Since 2001, Frank Lampard has watched as international superstars have arrived and failed to dislodge him as Chelsea’s premier midfielder. Fortunately, the significance of the England international has not escaped Ancelotti, who has made him the one immovable fixture in midfield so far this season. Michael Essien was rested against Fulham, but the sooner the same lesson is learned about the Ghanaian, the better for Chelsea.
In the front positions, Ancelotti has gambled successfully with the pairing of Didier Drogba and Nicolas Anelka. The growing rapport between the pair was in evidence against Fulham as they stylishly laid on goals for one another. In a modern game so preoccupied with the lone striker, it makes for a refreshing sight to see an old fashioned partnership hitting it off.
However, it is a whole lot easier to select two strikers against Fulham and Hull than it is against Man United or Arsenal. Whether Chelsea will continue with the pairing against more dangerous opponents will be an acid test of Ancelotti’s intentions. Particularly given that Didier Drogba is probably the best in the world at playing the lone role. With this in Chelsea’s armory the temptation to leave Anelka on the bench may be too much for crucial matches.
Three of Chelsea’s next four games are against Burnley, Stoke and Wigan. With the greatest respect to the opposition, these matches represent a huge opportunity for Carlo Ancelotti to discover the truth about his new squad. If the study period goes well, he might just still find himself in a job come May.
Let the Games Commence
For football fans everywhere, a year ending with an odd number points towards a barren desolate summer. A wasteland where cricket, shopping and Big Brother all fail to fill the gaping spherical void left behind. So when the 2009-10 Premier League season finally kicked off last weekend, it was amidst a predictable wave of fevered anticipation.
Inevitably, the over-hyped opening round of fixtures failed to live up to their lofty billing. Not due to a lack of entertainment, goals or controversy, but simply because the league season is a marathon and not a sprint. Other than Rafa Benitez complaining about referees, it’s difficult to take much from the weekend as a sign of things to come.
All of which leaves room for optimism at Anfield, and scope for realism at Arsenal.
There isn’t a more breathtaking sight in English football than Arsenal in full fluid motion. Their demolition of Everton was an impressive statement of intent and in the mercurial Cesc Fàbregas they possess one of the finest midfielders in the world. But he must have wondered where the entire Everton team had gone before he fired in Arsenal’s fifth goal.
Even the diehard purist couldn’t deny how much Everton’s woeful showing contributed to the result on Saturday. Joleon Lescott related or not, this performance was completely out of character for a David Moyes team. One suspects it will be a long time before another opponent is granted the freedom of Goodison again.
But sometimes a hefty defeat is the perfect way to begin the season. In 2004, Arsenal beat Everton 4-1 on the opening day and following that defeat Moyes’ men won seven of their next nine matches, subsequently securing their best ever Premier League finish. Arsenal, on the other hand failed to continue their momentum, falling 12 points short of Chelsea in their quest to retain the title.
This year the title race will be much closer, but Arsenal will once again lack the strength and depth to maintain a challenge. Their toughest test will be holding on to the fourth Champions League berth given the emergence of Man City and their North London neighbours.
And what of the other title hopefuls? On Sunday Liverpool were very poor, but they were beaten by a developing Tottenham side who continue to improve under Harry Redknapp. In spite of the disappointment and histrionics of their coach, there are reasons to be cheerful for Liverpool after this false start.
With the double departure of Ronaldo and Tévez, there is now little to choose between the respective squads of Liverpool, Chelsea and Man United. Although Liverpool suffered defeat at the weekend, Chelsea and Man United were hardly imperious in their home victories.
Individual brilliance exists in abundance across all three squads, but amongst them there is no single player who will provide the title-winning difference of a Ronaldo or previously, a Cantona. Instead, the key to this year’s title race is dependent wholly on the sum of the parts. It may sound obvious but the best team will win.
The smart money should be on Liverpool. Aside from the departure of Alonso, they have experienced the least upheaval. Whilst Chelsea adapt to another new manager and Man United experiment with Rooney, Liverpool maintain continuity in coach, system and squad.
Only time will tell, but this season represents Liverpool’s best chance of winning their first title in 20 years - regardless of what happened on the opening day.
Barcelona’s Striking Gamble
In a summer dominated by remarkable transfer stories, yesterday saw the conclusion of a deal which eclipses the lot for pure intrigue. Although it may not feature the money or glamour of Madrid’s spending spree, Eto’o plus £40 million in exchange for Ibrahimović has raised more than just a few eyebrows.
There is no doubt that Zlatan Ibrahimović is an exceptionally gifted footballer. Just enter his name into You Tube and you will be presented with a compendium of audacious goals and party pieces reminiscent of Matt Le Tissier in his heyday.
Like the Southampton legend, Ibrahimović’s career has been dogged with regular criticisms of inconsistency. However, last season’s 26 goal haul was the apex of three years of continuous improvement at Inter. Not bad for a player previously tagged as surly and disinterested.
But whilst the 27 year old Swede is beginning to fulfil his promise, Samuel Eto’o (just one year his senior) has been terrorising defences across Europe for the last five years. His reputation precedes him as one of the most deadly strikers in the world.
So why on earth have Barcelona decided to swap Eto’o and £40 million for Ibrahimović? The reason the transfer fee went the direction of Inter is due to the solitary year remaining on Eto’o’s Barcelona contract, which substantially decreased his sell-on value. But in a marketplace where £25 million buys Carlos Tévez and £35 million Karim Benzema, the deal still doesn’t seem to add up. £40 million alone would be a vastly inflated figure for Ibrahimović, even before the value Eto’o adds to the deal.
With Real Madrid breaking unprecedented ground this summer, could we have witnessed a huge knee-jerk reaction from Pep Guardiola?
Composure personified as a player, his aura transferred seamlessly into the dugout for his all conquering debut season. But this deal must raise genuine questions about his acumen in the transfer market. Surely such a financial outlay would have been better spent prising David Villa from Valencia.
All this is not to say that Ibrahimović won’t score goals in a Barcelona shirt. But whether he can score them in the most important games is another question. Meanwhile, in Samuel Eto’o Inter inherit a player capable of delivering on Europe’s biggest occasions, including two Champions League finals. Along with the likes of Drogba and Torres, Eto’o sits in the top tier of world strikers who score when it matters. Ibrahimović currently sits in the tier below.
Barcelona are still the team to beat this in this year’s Champions League, but the gap between their challengers has decreased. One suspects José Mourinho and Samuel Eto’o are hoping to draw them in the latter stages to prove the point.
Thursday, 23 July 2009
World Cup Wonder
Only one team will win the World Cup in South Africa next year.
It may sound obvious, but victory for one nation will ultimately leave the 31 other qualifiers disappointed.
And whilst there won’t be a great deal of tears shed in Iran, Costa Rica or Scotland when their teams fail to make a run for the famous trophy, all but one of the more expectant nations will see their dreams crumble in defeat.
As usual, England are widely regarded as one of eight or so countries capable of winning the tournament. With a faultless qualifying campaign under the stoic leadership of Fabio Capello, the current squad faces even more expectancy than the so-called ‘golden’ era of 2006.
Sadly, England will fall short of glory once again in South Africa. Not because they lack a genuine second striker to support Rooney, nor because of the jaded Lampard-Gerrard midfield conundrum. Quite simply, England will not win the World Cup because another more gifted team will. The same can be said for the very talented squads possessed by France, Germany and Holland.
Following Italy’s workmanlike triumph in Germany four years ago, the purists are crying out for the world’s greatest sporting occasion to produce a special winner. And in 2010 they will get their wish.
Argentina and Spain are both capable of becoming memorable champions.
The Argentines played sensational football at the last World Cup, with the memory of Maxi Rodriguez’s remarkable volley against Mexico enduring almost as long as Zidane’s infamous headbutt. Only penalties against a resilient Germany side prevented their march towards the final, and four years on their squad should be in peak condition to progress further. However, if you have been following their perilous qualification campaign you could be forgiven for wondering what on earth is going on.
Remarkably, for a team featuring the mercurial talents of Messi, Tévez and Agüero there is still a chance they may fail to qualify. With Brazil up next, their remaining fixtures are looking increasingly precarious. Or as Carlos Tevéz so eloquently put it after their most recent defeat, ‘We’re going to have our arses in our hands’.
In truth though, recent defeats have clouded the overall picture. The 6-1 mauling at the hands of Bolivia was a freak result, which had as much to do with the La Paz altitude as it did with the quality of the opponents. And if Tévez’s first-half penalty had found the net in Ecuador, then Diego Maradona’s men would probably be just two points behind Brazil who top the table. Even defeat in Buenos Aires against their arch rivals would not be a catastrophe for qualification, but it could spell the end for their controversial coach.
Maradona’s current ‘assistant’ just happens to be national hero Carlos Bilardo, who coached Argentina to their 1986 World Cup triumph. There is a growing contention that he would be a more qualified candidate to lead this equally gifted generation in their 2010 campaign. Either way Argentina will qualify for the finals under the radar, whilst Brazil draw the attention of the bookmakers as pre-tournament favourites.
When you look at their respective squads, there isn’t a great deal to choose between the South American superpowers. Both are blessed with an abundance of technically gifted players, with Brazil arguably the better drilled outfit under the stewardship of Dunga. However, it’s a player very much in the mould of the current Brazil coach that sets them apart. In Javier Mascherano Argentina possess the finest defensive midfielder in world football. His reading of the game, remarkable work rate and excellent distribution gives them the competitive edge over Brazil. As with the ubiquitous Claude Makélélé, he is the fulcrum that allows the special players the opportunity to play.
But if Argentina are to win their first World Cup in 24 years, they will have to conquer the irrepressible Spain. The European Champions have had no such qualification headaches, winning every match so far.
There is currently no more exhilarating sight in world football than the fluid Spanish attack in full flow. The sum of the parts exceeds the individual talent in their team - a frightening prospect considering those individuals feature David Villa, Andrés Iniesta and Fernando Torres. It is for this reason that Spain are the team most likely to win the 2010 World Cup.
However, the World Cup is a stage that creates legends. In the same way that 1958 is synonymous with Pelé, Mexico 1986 belongs to Diego Maradona. And whilst Spain have some very special players, they don’t possess an individual who could dominate a World Cup in the same way. But in Lionel Messi, Argentina have such a player. If the man who currently wears Maradona’s famous number 10 shirt can deliver the performance he is capable of, then Argentina might just have the edge.
Only one team will win the World Cup next year. If Spain or Argentina lift the famous trophy, then the spectators are in for a treat.
Terry's All Gold
It was only a year ago that Chelsea were supposedly about to lose Frank Lampard. With Jose Mourinho poised to swoop, speculation was rife that the talismanic midfielder was ready to swap Stamford Bridge for the San Siro. However, after months of negotiations a new contract was agreed, making Lampard the highest paid 30 year old in the history of British football. The cynics might wonder how close the Chelsea vice-captain really came to leaving.
Twelve months on and John Terry is now the subject of rabid speculation, with mega rich Man City preparing a £35 million bid for the England captain. As with Lampard, Terry’s devotion to the club has never previously been called into question. However, the headline writers continue to insist he has more than a passing interest in the move.
Predictably, most of what has been written is nothing short of sensationalist nonsense. The only truth is that Man City’s most recent offer was rejected out of hand by Chelsea. Cue an awful lot of reading between the lines into Terry’s state of mind, the thoughts of ‘insiders’ and why he will be wearing a different shade of blue next season.
With Sheikh Mansour allegedly willing to double Terry’s current wage, it would be naive to suggest that there is no financial edge to the story. But it’s also wholly patronising to suggest he is merely using the interest as leverage to bolster his Stamford Bridge wage packet. As contract negotiations open with Chelsea, isn’t the fact he is the club’s finest defender of all time enough of a bargaining position?
Money is a factor, but the likelihood is that Terry is merely seeking parity with the club’s top earners. Not quite as dramatic as the speculators would have you believe, but who could really blame him? Approaching 29, this is the most important contract of his career and he is just as vital to the club as Ballack and Lampard who currently earn more than him.
If Terry has any genuine interest in the transfer, it has far more to do with both his and Chelsea’s ambitions. With the greatest respect to Man City’s lofty aspirations, they are merely the third cog in this wheel.
Shortly after Carlo Ancelotti was announced as Chelsea’s new manager Terry suggested the signings of David Villa and Franck Ribery would help the club push for the major honours it has narrowly missed out on over the past three seasons. It’s clear he is deeply ambitious, but then that’s hardly news to anyone who has watched him play over the last decade. During this time Chelsea have never failed to match his ambition.
But since his call for big money signings, Chelsea have only acquired Yuri Zhirkov and Daniel Sturridge. And when Terry returned from pre-season training last week there was still no hint of a marquee signing. Ironically, in spite of being the world’s richest club his proposed suitors have suffered a similar fate in the transfer market. With Samuel Eto’o the latest A-list player to reject their advances, it is clear that Man City are still some way from becoming a major European force.
It is not inconceivable that it could take the Manchester club another three years to mount a sustained challenge for the Premier League title, let alone the Champions League. By then John Terry would be 32 and possibly wondering what he might have achieved at Stamford Bridge.
If it does come down to pure personal ambition, then Terry will do well to sit tight at Chelsea. Regardless of who they might add to their ranks this summer, they have an exceptional opportunity to regain the Premier League title next year. Following the departure of Tevez and Ronaldo, they face a significantly weakened Man United, whilst Liverpool will struggle to add any signings of note given their current financial predicament.
Last January, when Man City made their initial bid for the England captain he made it clear he was in absolute agreement with Chelsea’s decision to reject the offer. It’s worth remembering this was during the worst moments of Chelsea’s rapid decline under Luis Felipe Scolari. The only phase in the club’s recent history known to have profoundly rocked Terry.
Since then the club has stabilised, won the FA Cup and appointed one of the finest club coaches in Europe. If Terry was unbending in his loyalty during the crisis that came before, then one suspects he is probably just as committed now… in spite of what you might read.
Friday, 10 July 2009
The Michael Owen Experiment
Michael Owen could be forgiven for choking on his coco pops at breakfast with Sir Alex Ferguson last week. Even a man of his enormous self-belief must have pinched himself when he learned of Man United’s intention to sign him.
If a week is a long time in politics, then a few days in football can be an eternity. On Monday the former Liverpool striker could barely attract the attention of Blackburn, but by Friday he had signed for the Premier League champions.
There was much derision last month when Owen’s management company WMG released a glossy brochure promoting his talents to would be suitors. And whilst the minds behind this outlandish piece of literature are probably patting themselves on the back, one suspects the booklet had little to do with Ferguson’s decision to sign him.
Since the story broke, the general sway of opinion points to another shrewd piece of business by wily old Sir Alex. And on the surface it does appear to be a relatively low risk punt, particularly given that Owen’s wages will barely dent the £80 million wedge recently wired from Madrid. But look a little deeper and the signing is more precarious than first appearance suggests.
Last season Man United’s attacking options equalled Barcelona as the best in Europe, with the awesome foursome of Ronaldo, Tevez, Rooney and Berbatov. But as Owen and Antonio Valencia replace the outgoing Tevez and Ronaldo you can bet Premier League defenders are breathing a collective sigh of relief.
Let’s not forget that the signing happened just days after United lost out on their number one transfer target. With Karim Benzema preferring Madrid to Manchester, Ferguson swiftly transferred his affections from the best young striker in Europe to a player who has only scored 44 club goals since 2004.
The only way this move can be considered low risk is if United continue their quest to sign another world class forward in the mould of Benzema. If not, then 12 months from now the Owen experiment will be considered nothing more than a knee-jerk reaction which contributed to them relinquishing their title.
Of course none of this is Michael Owen’s fault. And there are very few English football fans who would deny him a swansong at the top level. His 158 goals in 296 games for Liverpool is an impressive record for a player once absurdly described as ‘not a natural goalscorer’ by former England manager Glenn Hoddle.
There is no doubt that Owen knows where the goal is, but the fact remains that he has failed to deliver consistently since leaving Anfield. This says little about his ability, and everything about his injury proneness.
But if he is ‘fit' as his glossy brochure says, then Owen could well be a hit at United. With the fluid Old Trafford supply line he will find goals far easier to come by than at Newcastle. But as recent history has shown he will still need to be used sparingly and definitely not relied upon. This is exactly why Ferguson must act now.
With the latest rumours pointing at big money moves for Fabiano or Aguero, it will be fascinating to see if Man United stick or twist ahead of the big August kick off. If they don’t re-enter the transfer market they could live to regret it. The last time they replaced a current world class footballer with a former world class footballer it lost them the Premier League title.
Anyone remember Laurent Blanc?
If a week is a long time in politics, then a few days in football can be an eternity. On Monday the former Liverpool striker could barely attract the attention of Blackburn, but by Friday he had signed for the Premier League champions.
There was much derision last month when Owen’s management company WMG released a glossy brochure promoting his talents to would be suitors. And whilst the minds behind this outlandish piece of literature are probably patting themselves on the back, one suspects the booklet had little to do with Ferguson’s decision to sign him.
Since the story broke, the general sway of opinion points to another shrewd piece of business by wily old Sir Alex. And on the surface it does appear to be a relatively low risk punt, particularly given that Owen’s wages will barely dent the £80 million wedge recently wired from Madrid. But look a little deeper and the signing is more precarious than first appearance suggests.
Last season Man United’s attacking options equalled Barcelona as the best in Europe, with the awesome foursome of Ronaldo, Tevez, Rooney and Berbatov. But as Owen and Antonio Valencia replace the outgoing Tevez and Ronaldo you can bet Premier League defenders are breathing a collective sigh of relief.
Let’s not forget that the signing happened just days after United lost out on their number one transfer target. With Karim Benzema preferring Madrid to Manchester, Ferguson swiftly transferred his affections from the best young striker in Europe to a player who has only scored 44 club goals since 2004.
The only way this move can be considered low risk is if United continue their quest to sign another world class forward in the mould of Benzema. If not, then 12 months from now the Owen experiment will be considered nothing more than a knee-jerk reaction which contributed to them relinquishing their title.
Of course none of this is Michael Owen’s fault. And there are very few English football fans who would deny him a swansong at the top level. His 158 goals in 296 games for Liverpool is an impressive record for a player once absurdly described as ‘not a natural goalscorer’ by former England manager Glenn Hoddle.
There is no doubt that Owen knows where the goal is, but the fact remains that he has failed to deliver consistently since leaving Anfield. This says little about his ability, and everything about his injury proneness.
But if he is ‘fit' as his glossy brochure says, then Owen could well be a hit at United. With the fluid Old Trafford supply line he will find goals far easier to come by than at Newcastle. But as recent history has shown he will still need to be used sparingly and definitely not relied upon. This is exactly why Ferguson must act now.
With the latest rumours pointing at big money moves for Fabiano or Aguero, it will be fascinating to see if Man United stick or twist ahead of the big August kick off. If they don’t re-enter the transfer market they could live to regret it. The last time they replaced a current world class footballer with a former world class footballer it lost them the Premier League title.
Anyone remember Laurent Blanc?
Saturday, 13 June 2009
Sale of the Century
It was hardly a shock to hear that Manchester United had accepted an £80 million bid for Cristiano Ronaldo. After two years of batting eyelids at one another the Portuguese winger and Real Madrid are finally set to begin their love affair.
And since Thursday’s news, the headlines have been all too familiar. Who will United replace him with? Can Real challenge Barcelona’s supremacy? And which club will benefit more from the deal?
The first two questions have filled too many column inches already. But for what it’s worth, United will sign the impressive Antonio Valencia from Wigan and Real will take two years to mount a successful challenge to the imperious Barca.
The third question is the one that grabs. Which club will come off better?
Sir Alex has a well documented record of selling marquee players at the perfect time. The ’95 fire sale of Ince, Hughes and Kanchelskis stands up as adequate testimony to this. Whilst Hansen et al bleated about the lunacy of it all, Ferguson ushered in the greatest generation of home grown players in the history of the club.
Add the well-timed sales of Beckham, van Nistelrooy and Veron to the equation and it is clear that Sir Alex has a knack for this. The only major blot on his copy book was the Jaap Stam debacle, a mistake Ferguson openly admits.
The pending sale of Ronaldo will net a profit of £68 million and with the player himself desperate to leave, who could be blamed for believing this to be another Ferguson master-stroke? Only time will tell, but it could all have been very different...
It’s easy to forget that in 2003 Ronaldo was Manchester United’s second choice as a replacement for David Beckham. After a long summer of chasing Ronaldinho, the toothy Brazilian opted for the warmer climes of Barcelona. It was only during a pre-season friendly against Sporting Lisbon that Ferguson found his man. The rest, as they say is history.
Over the next two seasons Ronaldinho became the FIFA World Player of the Year and a Champions League winner, whilst Ronaldo failed to make any mark on the Premier League other than a reputation for style over substance and frequent diving.
However, by 2007 Rijkaard’s Barcelona were struggling and Ronaldinho had become a shadow of the player who graced the Nou Camp a year earlier. With the spotlight on his personal life and his weight gain, there began the quickest decline of a footballing great in recent memory. Meanwhile, in Manchester Ronaldo was transforming unfulfilled promise into scintillating performances, as the star player in United’s march to their first title in four seasons.
Although impossible to know what might have happened if Ronaldinho had joined Man United, the facts speak for themselves. Not signing Ronaldinho is easily the best ‘non-transfer’ in the history of the game.
Financially, Man United would have made a loss on the Brazilian, but more importantly they would have missed out on the massive success that Ronaldo brought the club. Aside from the £68 million profit, his contribution to three consecutive league titles and the 2008 Champions League victory has been nothing short of fundamental.
So as he departs for the Bernabeu, Ronaldo leaves behind a far more compelling question than those currently being trotted out. What will be the best ‘non-transfer’ in European football this summer? With world records broken and new money flooding the market isn’t it more intriguing to ask who will dodge the biggest bullet?
My guess is that whoever fails to sign Franck Ribery will be smiling 12 months from now. This has very little to do with ability, as he proved with Bayern last season that he is an exceptional talent. However, it doesn’t take a shrewd operator like Franz Beckenbauer to work out that there is about to be an all out bidding war for his prized asset.
With Chelsea, Barcelona, both Manchester clubs and Milan already linked with the French winger, his eventual price could exceed £50 million. If Kaka is worth £57 million in the current market, then this is a vastly inflated figure for a man who has never played in Serie A, La Liga or the Premier League.
As the bidding starts, Sir Alex should be canny enough to keep his chequebook tucked firmly in his back pocket. Maybe in four years time we’ll be talking about the player he signed instead.
And since Thursday’s news, the headlines have been all too familiar. Who will United replace him with? Can Real challenge Barcelona’s supremacy? And which club will benefit more from the deal?
The first two questions have filled too many column inches already. But for what it’s worth, United will sign the impressive Antonio Valencia from Wigan and Real will take two years to mount a successful challenge to the imperious Barca.
The third question is the one that grabs. Which club will come off better?
Sir Alex has a well documented record of selling marquee players at the perfect time. The ’95 fire sale of Ince, Hughes and Kanchelskis stands up as adequate testimony to this. Whilst Hansen et al bleated about the lunacy of it all, Ferguson ushered in the greatest generation of home grown players in the history of the club.
Add the well-timed sales of Beckham, van Nistelrooy and Veron to the equation and it is clear that Sir Alex has a knack for this. The only major blot on his copy book was the Jaap Stam debacle, a mistake Ferguson openly admits.
The pending sale of Ronaldo will net a profit of £68 million and with the player himself desperate to leave, who could be blamed for believing this to be another Ferguson master-stroke? Only time will tell, but it could all have been very different...
It’s easy to forget that in 2003 Ronaldo was Manchester United’s second choice as a replacement for David Beckham. After a long summer of chasing Ronaldinho, the toothy Brazilian opted for the warmer climes of Barcelona. It was only during a pre-season friendly against Sporting Lisbon that Ferguson found his man. The rest, as they say is history.
Over the next two seasons Ronaldinho became the FIFA World Player of the Year and a Champions League winner, whilst Ronaldo failed to make any mark on the Premier League other than a reputation for style over substance and frequent diving.
However, by 2007 Rijkaard’s Barcelona were struggling and Ronaldinho had become a shadow of the player who graced the Nou Camp a year earlier. With the spotlight on his personal life and his weight gain, there began the quickest decline of a footballing great in recent memory. Meanwhile, in Manchester Ronaldo was transforming unfulfilled promise into scintillating performances, as the star player in United’s march to their first title in four seasons.
Although impossible to know what might have happened if Ronaldinho had joined Man United, the facts speak for themselves. Not signing Ronaldinho is easily the best ‘non-transfer’ in the history of the game.
Financially, Man United would have made a loss on the Brazilian, but more importantly they would have missed out on the massive success that Ronaldo brought the club. Aside from the £68 million profit, his contribution to three consecutive league titles and the 2008 Champions League victory has been nothing short of fundamental.
So as he departs for the Bernabeu, Ronaldo leaves behind a far more compelling question than those currently being trotted out. What will be the best ‘non-transfer’ in European football this summer? With world records broken and new money flooding the market isn’t it more intriguing to ask who will dodge the biggest bullet?
My guess is that whoever fails to sign Franck Ribery will be smiling 12 months from now. This has very little to do with ability, as he proved with Bayern last season that he is an exceptional talent. However, it doesn’t take a shrewd operator like Franz Beckenbauer to work out that there is about to be an all out bidding war for his prized asset.
With Chelsea, Barcelona, both Manchester clubs and Milan already linked with the French winger, his eventual price could exceed £50 million. If Kaka is worth £57 million in the current market, then this is a vastly inflated figure for a man who has never played in Serie A, La Liga or the Premier League.
As the bidding starts, Sir Alex should be canny enough to keep his chequebook tucked firmly in his back pocket. Maybe in four years time we’ll be talking about the player he signed instead.
Saturday, 6 June 2009
Roman Holiday
With domestic matters wrapped up no less than a week ago, the affectionately known ‘silly season’ is already upon us. And there could be no phrase more apt for the annual merry-go-round, which sparked into action with Man City’s signing of Gareth Barry and Kaka’s proposed switch to Real Madrid.
As the pundits speculate on how much wad Florentino Perez and Sheikh Mansour will throw at their wealthy clubs, Roman Abramovich faces the altogether unfamiliar role as their cash poor relative.
Whilst money appears to be no object for Perez and Mansour, the Russian oligarch has seen in excess of £3 billion wiped from his fortune by the international credit crunch and his 2007 divorce. Although far from hard up, one wonders whether he is willing to make the kind of investment that will compete with the nouveau-riche City and a wounded Madrid.
Last week John Terry and Frank Lampard both championed the prospect of expensive new signings and Carlo Ancelotti will already have a wish list for when he takes over on July 1st. Regardless of what the tabloids may say, Ancelotti is no hand-puppet and will begin his tenure with a bold attempt to prise Franck Ribery from Bayern Munich, a move that would require Chelsea to break their transfer record.
But will Abramovich back up his new manager's expensive tastes? And just what is the real picture surrounding future investment at Stamford Bridge? Chelsea fans will be quick to tell you that their Russian benefactor is ‘in it for the long haul’ and to be fair, he hasn’t let them down so far. Even the last two so-called ‘modest’ seasons have seen signings of Malouda and Bosingwa for a total of £30million. When you throw in Deco and Ivanovic at £8million each, it doesn’t appear belts have been tightened too much.
But if Chief Executive Peter Kenyon genuinely believes Chelsea can be self-financing by 2010, then they can wave goodbye to regular Champions League football. Let’s be honest, the only way Chelsea will continue to be a force over the next decade is through an investment to equal the estimated £600million Abramovich has poured into the club since 2003.
In 3 years from now Chelsea’s finest ever spine will be past their prime. Cech, Terry, Lampard and Drogba may still grace the turf at Stamford Bridge, but as a shadow of the force they represent now. The chances of the club finding capable replacements through self-finance or youth development are miniscule. Only cold hard cash will find sufficient successors on the right side of 25. How many young central midfielders are there currently in world football who could fill Frank Lampard’s boots? Cesc Fabregas? Andreas Iniesta? Both would cost in excess of £50million in the current market.
This raises the question, just what does Abramovich want out of Chelsea? Long term success? Short term entertainment? It goes without saying he is a shrewd operator and must understand that football clubs do not make money. He will never get his current outlay back, let alone receive any return on investment. Couple this with the fact that money is no guarantee of success and who would blame him if he tightened the purse strings? Only one club can win the champions league each season, and defeats in four out of five semi-finals have shown him that football can be a very cruel mistress.
Only time will reveal Roman's long term plans. But those who cast aspersions over Chelsea’s ageing squad should beware. Ancelotti inherits a group of players who are invigorated and bonded by the inspirational Guus Hiddink. Drogba, Ballack and Lampard may be in their early thirties, but this is hardly past-it, particularly given their exceptional athleticism. Add to the mix a returning Joe Cole, Michael Essien and the resurgent Florent Malouda and Chelsea should be considered the greatest threat to Manchester United next season.
Whether or not they snap up Ribery, Zhirkov, Pato or Villa this summer, there is one signature that matters more than any other. Chelsea must hang on to Didier Drogba. Yes, he is possibly the most reviled footballer in England after Joey Barton, and who could forget his wild eyed ranting into the camera following the Champions League defeat? But who cares? Other than Fernando Torres, there is no other centre forward in the world who makes such a considerable difference to their team. Not only does he occupy defences with a physical presence like no other, but he has the priceless knack of scoring in the games that matter. For all Anelka’s exploits this season, it was Drogba who scored against Juventus, Liverpool and Everton in three of Chelsea’s biggest games.
It’s no wonder Real Madrid and Inter are eyeing him as a potential acquisition – even at the grand old age of thirty-one. To replace him Chelsea would have to break their transfer record, and there is no guarantee that an Ibrahimovich or Villa could fill his boots. If Roman does reach for the chequebook this summer, his first one should be made out to Mr D. Drogba.
As the pundits speculate on how much wad Florentino Perez and Sheikh Mansour will throw at their wealthy clubs, Roman Abramovich faces the altogether unfamiliar role as their cash poor relative.
Whilst money appears to be no object for Perez and Mansour, the Russian oligarch has seen in excess of £3 billion wiped from his fortune by the international credit crunch and his 2007 divorce. Although far from hard up, one wonders whether he is willing to make the kind of investment that will compete with the nouveau-riche City and a wounded Madrid.
Last week John Terry and Frank Lampard both championed the prospect of expensive new signings and Carlo Ancelotti will already have a wish list for when he takes over on July 1st. Regardless of what the tabloids may say, Ancelotti is no hand-puppet and will begin his tenure with a bold attempt to prise Franck Ribery from Bayern Munich, a move that would require Chelsea to break their transfer record.
But will Abramovich back up his new manager's expensive tastes? And just what is the real picture surrounding future investment at Stamford Bridge? Chelsea fans will be quick to tell you that their Russian benefactor is ‘in it for the long haul’ and to be fair, he hasn’t let them down so far. Even the last two so-called ‘modest’ seasons have seen signings of Malouda and Bosingwa for a total of £30million. When you throw in Deco and Ivanovic at £8million each, it doesn’t appear belts have been tightened too much.
But if Chief Executive Peter Kenyon genuinely believes Chelsea can be self-financing by 2010, then they can wave goodbye to regular Champions League football. Let’s be honest, the only way Chelsea will continue to be a force over the next decade is through an investment to equal the estimated £600million Abramovich has poured into the club since 2003.
In 3 years from now Chelsea’s finest ever spine will be past their prime. Cech, Terry, Lampard and Drogba may still grace the turf at Stamford Bridge, but as a shadow of the force they represent now. The chances of the club finding capable replacements through self-finance or youth development are miniscule. Only cold hard cash will find sufficient successors on the right side of 25. How many young central midfielders are there currently in world football who could fill Frank Lampard’s boots? Cesc Fabregas? Andreas Iniesta? Both would cost in excess of £50million in the current market.
This raises the question, just what does Abramovich want out of Chelsea? Long term success? Short term entertainment? It goes without saying he is a shrewd operator and must understand that football clubs do not make money. He will never get his current outlay back, let alone receive any return on investment. Couple this with the fact that money is no guarantee of success and who would blame him if he tightened the purse strings? Only one club can win the champions league each season, and defeats in four out of five semi-finals have shown him that football can be a very cruel mistress.
Only time will reveal Roman's long term plans. But those who cast aspersions over Chelsea’s ageing squad should beware. Ancelotti inherits a group of players who are invigorated and bonded by the inspirational Guus Hiddink. Drogba, Ballack and Lampard may be in their early thirties, but this is hardly past-it, particularly given their exceptional athleticism. Add to the mix a returning Joe Cole, Michael Essien and the resurgent Florent Malouda and Chelsea should be considered the greatest threat to Manchester United next season.
Whether or not they snap up Ribery, Zhirkov, Pato or Villa this summer, there is one signature that matters more than any other. Chelsea must hang on to Didier Drogba. Yes, he is possibly the most reviled footballer in England after Joey Barton, and who could forget his wild eyed ranting into the camera following the Champions League defeat? But who cares? Other than Fernando Torres, there is no other centre forward in the world who makes such a considerable difference to their team. Not only does he occupy defences with a physical presence like no other, but he has the priceless knack of scoring in the games that matter. For all Anelka’s exploits this season, it was Drogba who scored against Juventus, Liverpool and Everton in three of Chelsea’s biggest games.
It’s no wonder Real Madrid and Inter are eyeing him as a potential acquisition – even at the grand old age of thirty-one. To replace him Chelsea would have to break their transfer record, and there is no guarantee that an Ibrahimovich or Villa could fill his boots. If Roman does reach for the chequebook this summer, his first one should be made out to Mr D. Drogba.
Saturday, 23 May 2009
Survival Tactics
With the title sewn up and Europa League spots too confusing to care about, the eyes of the nation are fixed on this weekend’s intriguing relegation denouement.
Depending on your viewpoint, Sunday’s battle to avoid the drop is either a gladiatorial scrap where only the heroic will survive, or just four insipid teams playing fear inspired football. Either way, Sunday’s matches are impossible to ignore.
Add to the equation rumours that the three relegation-threatened North East clubs could sue Man United for fielding a weakened team against Hull, and it’s been another barking week in high-stakes football. This added spice has made the question of who should go down all the more interesting for the neutral.
So to make things simpler - barring a miracle Middlesborough are going down, and even if they lose against Chelsea, Sunderland should survive. So realistically comes down to one of two - Hull or Newcastle.
If Joey Barton, Dennis Wise and Mike Ashley were not enough to put the neutral off Newcastle already, the murmurings of potential legal action against Man United should tip the scales. Journalists and pundits have already pointed out the obvious holes in this pathetic argument. Firstly, Newcastle have been beyond pitiful all season and only have themselves to blame for their predicament. Secondly, a third string Man United team would give Hull more of a game than most Premier League teams, possibly even more than first-team stars fearful of injury ahead of Rome on Wednesday. All the above are valid points, but there is one thing that has barely been mentioned...
Why now? Why is this an issue when there is still football to be played? It reeks of the last act of a desperate football club. The very fact that the integrity of another club is being called into question prior to a ball being kicked, completely invalidates their own character and integrity.
Newcastle should be concentrating on the last 90 minutes of their season and nothing else. They need a result at Villa before any accusing fingers can be pointed. For this reason I hope they lose. Moreover, I hope Hull lose too and still stay up. That will shut the litigious murmurings up once and for all.
As a post-script, I expect Alan Shearer will stay at Newcastle if they are relegated. Incredibly stubborn as a player, I can’t see him leaving St James Park as an outright failure. However, if by some miracle they do survive, watch him jump back into the cosy confines of the Match of the Day studio like a shot... I would.
Depending on your viewpoint, Sunday’s battle to avoid the drop is either a gladiatorial scrap where only the heroic will survive, or just four insipid teams playing fear inspired football. Either way, Sunday’s matches are impossible to ignore.
Add to the equation rumours that the three relegation-threatened North East clubs could sue Man United for fielding a weakened team against Hull, and it’s been another barking week in high-stakes football. This added spice has made the question of who should go down all the more interesting for the neutral.
So to make things simpler - barring a miracle Middlesborough are going down, and even if they lose against Chelsea, Sunderland should survive. So realistically comes down to one of two - Hull or Newcastle.
If Joey Barton, Dennis Wise and Mike Ashley were not enough to put the neutral off Newcastle already, the murmurings of potential legal action against Man United should tip the scales. Journalists and pundits have already pointed out the obvious holes in this pathetic argument. Firstly, Newcastle have been beyond pitiful all season and only have themselves to blame for their predicament. Secondly, a third string Man United team would give Hull more of a game than most Premier League teams, possibly even more than first-team stars fearful of injury ahead of Rome on Wednesday. All the above are valid points, but there is one thing that has barely been mentioned...
Why now? Why is this an issue when there is still football to be played? It reeks of the last act of a desperate football club. The very fact that the integrity of another club is being called into question prior to a ball being kicked, completely invalidates their own character and integrity.
Newcastle should be concentrating on the last 90 minutes of their season and nothing else. They need a result at Villa before any accusing fingers can be pointed. For this reason I hope they lose. Moreover, I hope Hull lose too and still stay up. That will shut the litigious murmurings up once and for all.
As a post-script, I expect Alan Shearer will stay at Newcastle if they are relegated. Incredibly stubborn as a player, I can’t see him leaving St James Park as an outright failure. However, if by some miracle they do survive, watch him jump back into the cosy confines of the Match of the Day studio like a shot... I would.
Sunday, 10 May 2009
Managing Talents
It feels like an age since Jose Mourinho declared himself special and followed the boast with six trophies in three years. Back then you would be forgiven for believing that the spirit of Brian Clough had somehow taken up permanent residence in a devilishly handsome Portuguese vessel. Back in 2007 it would be hard to pick out any other young manager as pretender to old big’ed’s throne.
Two years later and it’s difficult to remember what all the fuss was about. Mourinho seems a million miles away in Milan, with his anodyne Inter squad, whilst Ferguson and Wenger currently share more red wine than red mist. As Benitez throws away Liverpool’s best title chance in a decade, it has all gone a bit quiet on the touchline.
So as the recent release of ‘The Damned United’ gets football fans all misty eyed about Cloughie, and Sir Alex creeps reluctantly towards that directors box in the stand; what better time to look at the great British managers who might warm their dugouts twenty years from now?
Like father like son…
And where better to start than with Ferguson? Darren, that is. Although he admirably dismisses the inevitable comparison with his father, back to back promotions with Peterborough United have led to some all too predictable murmurings from the press.
And who would blame Ferguson junior from privately daring to believe he has inherited some magic genetic formula. Just ask central defender James Chester, who days after his first dressing room encounter with Ferguson senior joined Peterborough on loan where he very soon noticed the similarity, “They look the same and the way they deliver their team talks is the same.”
Although a long way from the wisdom, guile and class of the elder Ferguson, what is clear is that Darren bears the mark of a winner. Even if he achieves a fifth of his father’s trophy haul he will be able to consider his career a success – which puts into perspective just how remarkable Sir Alex has been. As he sits on the precipice of a third European Cup, only Bob Paisley can rival him statistically as the greatest British manager of them all.
The romantics will fantasise about Ferguson junior leading out a Premier League Peterborough side at Old Trafford for Sir Alex’s final game in charge. Not likely I’m afraid. As good as Ferguson has been to date, a third consecutive promotion is even beyond him. Instead, don’t be surprised to find Steve Gibson knocking on his door over the next couple of years. Admirably loyal as he is to Gareth Southgate, the Middlesborough chairman would be hard pushed to disagree that the young Ferguson embodies the leadership qualities Southgate is missing. Passion, judgement and the all important fear factor, which is clearly running through his veins.
On the subject of famous siblings, I must spare a mention for Nigel Clough, whose 10 years at Burton Albion makes for a rare apprenticeship in the modern game. As untried franchise footballers have the carpet rolled out for them to take the helm at megaclubs, the sensible learning curve of Clough (and Ferguson) is a much needed reality check. Hopefully, it’s not long before the owners of Premier League clubs look to emerging British managers rather than these marquee names. Wouldn’t Newcastle have had more hope of surviving with the promising Mark Robins or Simon Grayson in charge, rather than the untested tight trousered one?
A playing career littered with honours has never been precursor to managerial success – just ask Wenger, Hiddink, Mourinho or Rafael Benitez.
The Curious Case of Roy Keane
There are genuinely talented home grown managers cutting it just outside of the big four. David Moyes and Martin O’Neill’s achievements on limited resources have made them rightful front runners for the Man United job when Fergie finally calls it a day. However, there is a third name that splits opinion down the middle when added to the mix. The irrepressible Roy Keane.
To his detractors, Keane is far too arrogant and opinionated for a fledgling manager. There is no doubt he has a mouth on him, but how much of a surprise is this given that Clough and Ferguson are the two major influences on his career? Keane combines the self-confidence and eccentricity of his Nottingham Forest mentor with the raw will to win of Ferguson, making him the perfect candidate to replicate their unprecedented successes.
Given the nature of his departure, it would be easy to lose perspective on Keane’s achievements with Sunderland. With no prior management experience, he took the Black Cats from second bottom in the Championship to the Premier League in his first season, and leaves the club significantly better off than when he joined. An embodiment of hard work and professionalism, Keane stamped his authority on the club very quickly, both on the pitch with driving performances and off the pitch with strong discipline. On one occasion a trio of players were late for the coach to Barnsley, Keane simply left them behind in the car park.
In Ipswich Town, Keane has found the perfect club. It would have been all too obvious to walk into a mid-table Premier League outfit at this stage of his career. But the Suffolk club represents immense potential to start over under less pressure and media glare than at Sunderland. Keane himself has admitted that moving his family to the area has already improved his state of mind, and in typical style he has immediately insisted all his players do the same.
It would be a brave man to bet against Ipswich achieving promotion next season. His mere presence at the club was enough to galvanise the team to win convincingly at Cardiff City 3-0 in his first game. As he sets about reshaping the squad by releasing seven players including Ivan Campo, it’s quite clear Ipswich will be a wholly different proposition next season.
At Nottingham Forest and Derby County, Brian Clough achieved something that is now impossible in the modern game. Barring a billion pound injection, no provincial club will ever be taken from the Championship to Premier League champions in the same way. Over the next few seasons, the dream scenario would see Ipswich into tier two in the Premier League, battling it out for a UEFA Cup spot. This would be a tremendous achievement and one that Keane is surely eyeing.
However, Ipswich will not break into the top four without a massive investment, whereas Keane probably will. When the chance comes he will be equipped with the experience and pedigree to win major honours, and only one thing stands in his way – Roy Keane.
In contrast to a Mourhino whose outrageous statements have a psychological function to relieve pressure from his players, when Keane says something he means it. Right or wrong, his exit from the 2002 World Cup was a demonstration of his unbending conviction in his beliefs, whilst prawn sandwich-gate and accusations against underperforming Man United team mates demonstrate the courage to stand behind them.
Keane's perfectionist streak will account for much of his future success, but it could conversely contribute to his own downfall. He has demonstrated with Sunderland and Ireland that he is not afraid of walking away. He will need to get over this if he wants to fulfil his potential, because as Ferguson and Clough have rightly proved, longevity is the key to legendary status.
Let’s hope he does, because British football will be a richer place over the next 20 years with Roy Keane at the very top of the game.
Two years later and it’s difficult to remember what all the fuss was about. Mourinho seems a million miles away in Milan, with his anodyne Inter squad, whilst Ferguson and Wenger currently share more red wine than red mist. As Benitez throws away Liverpool’s best title chance in a decade, it has all gone a bit quiet on the touchline.
So as the recent release of ‘The Damned United’ gets football fans all misty eyed about Cloughie, and Sir Alex creeps reluctantly towards that directors box in the stand; what better time to look at the great British managers who might warm their dugouts twenty years from now?
Like father like son…
And where better to start than with Ferguson? Darren, that is. Although he admirably dismisses the inevitable comparison with his father, back to back promotions with Peterborough United have led to some all too predictable murmurings from the press.
And who would blame Ferguson junior from privately daring to believe he has inherited some magic genetic formula. Just ask central defender James Chester, who days after his first dressing room encounter with Ferguson senior joined Peterborough on loan where he very soon noticed the similarity, “They look the same and the way they deliver their team talks is the same.”
Although a long way from the wisdom, guile and class of the elder Ferguson, what is clear is that Darren bears the mark of a winner. Even if he achieves a fifth of his father’s trophy haul he will be able to consider his career a success – which puts into perspective just how remarkable Sir Alex has been. As he sits on the precipice of a third European Cup, only Bob Paisley can rival him statistically as the greatest British manager of them all.
The romantics will fantasise about Ferguson junior leading out a Premier League Peterborough side at Old Trafford for Sir Alex’s final game in charge. Not likely I’m afraid. As good as Ferguson has been to date, a third consecutive promotion is even beyond him. Instead, don’t be surprised to find Steve Gibson knocking on his door over the next couple of years. Admirably loyal as he is to Gareth Southgate, the Middlesborough chairman would be hard pushed to disagree that the young Ferguson embodies the leadership qualities Southgate is missing. Passion, judgement and the all important fear factor, which is clearly running through his veins.
On the subject of famous siblings, I must spare a mention for Nigel Clough, whose 10 years at Burton Albion makes for a rare apprenticeship in the modern game. As untried franchise footballers have the carpet rolled out for them to take the helm at megaclubs, the sensible learning curve of Clough (and Ferguson) is a much needed reality check. Hopefully, it’s not long before the owners of Premier League clubs look to emerging British managers rather than these marquee names. Wouldn’t Newcastle have had more hope of surviving with the promising Mark Robins or Simon Grayson in charge, rather than the untested tight trousered one?
A playing career littered with honours has never been precursor to managerial success – just ask Wenger, Hiddink, Mourinho or Rafael Benitez.
The Curious Case of Roy Keane
There are genuinely talented home grown managers cutting it just outside of the big four. David Moyes and Martin O’Neill’s achievements on limited resources have made them rightful front runners for the Man United job when Fergie finally calls it a day. However, there is a third name that splits opinion down the middle when added to the mix. The irrepressible Roy Keane.
To his detractors, Keane is far too arrogant and opinionated for a fledgling manager. There is no doubt he has a mouth on him, but how much of a surprise is this given that Clough and Ferguson are the two major influences on his career? Keane combines the self-confidence and eccentricity of his Nottingham Forest mentor with the raw will to win of Ferguson, making him the perfect candidate to replicate their unprecedented successes.
Given the nature of his departure, it would be easy to lose perspective on Keane’s achievements with Sunderland. With no prior management experience, he took the Black Cats from second bottom in the Championship to the Premier League in his first season, and leaves the club significantly better off than when he joined. An embodiment of hard work and professionalism, Keane stamped his authority on the club very quickly, both on the pitch with driving performances and off the pitch with strong discipline. On one occasion a trio of players were late for the coach to Barnsley, Keane simply left them behind in the car park.
In Ipswich Town, Keane has found the perfect club. It would have been all too obvious to walk into a mid-table Premier League outfit at this stage of his career. But the Suffolk club represents immense potential to start over under less pressure and media glare than at Sunderland. Keane himself has admitted that moving his family to the area has already improved his state of mind, and in typical style he has immediately insisted all his players do the same.
It would be a brave man to bet against Ipswich achieving promotion next season. His mere presence at the club was enough to galvanise the team to win convincingly at Cardiff City 3-0 in his first game. As he sets about reshaping the squad by releasing seven players including Ivan Campo, it’s quite clear Ipswich will be a wholly different proposition next season.
At Nottingham Forest and Derby County, Brian Clough achieved something that is now impossible in the modern game. Barring a billion pound injection, no provincial club will ever be taken from the Championship to Premier League champions in the same way. Over the next few seasons, the dream scenario would see Ipswich into tier two in the Premier League, battling it out for a UEFA Cup spot. This would be a tremendous achievement and one that Keane is surely eyeing.
However, Ipswich will not break into the top four without a massive investment, whereas Keane probably will. When the chance comes he will be equipped with the experience and pedigree to win major honours, and only one thing stands in his way – Roy Keane.
In contrast to a Mourhino whose outrageous statements have a psychological function to relieve pressure from his players, when Keane says something he means it. Right or wrong, his exit from the 2002 World Cup was a demonstration of his unbending conviction in his beliefs, whilst prawn sandwich-gate and accusations against underperforming Man United team mates demonstrate the courage to stand behind them.
Keane's perfectionist streak will account for much of his future success, but it could conversely contribute to his own downfall. He has demonstrated with Sunderland and Ireland that he is not afraid of walking away. He will need to get over this if he wants to fulfil his potential, because as Ferguson and Clough have rightly proved, longevity is the key to legendary status.
Let’s hope he does, because British football will be a richer place over the next 20 years with Roy Keane at the very top of the game.
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