Some people love spring, the early blossoming of daffodils, the first day of genuine T-shirt weather. Others, they love Christmas, presents, family, good food and drink, terrible television. Me, I love this time of year. The new football season has finally begun, the cricket is exciting, and the new football season has finally begun. The Football League is well under way and the Premier League is 12 days and 16 matches old. Markers have been set down, new signings have been blooded, and pundits have made their predictions.
Liverpool have given us a glimpse of the bad and the nearly beautiful, with Glen ‘Armitage Shanks’ Johnson in particular, looking very impressive. Manchester City look like they have spent more wisely than many had anticipated. Some big names in football, Sir Alex included, rubbished there chances this term, lets just hope someone buys the Scot a hat made from liqueur chocolates this Xmas, he may need it. Ancelotti’s Chelsea, 2 from 2 so far, look like being as strong as ever, if by ever you mean the last five years. Arsenal will in all likelihood, continue to thrash all comers beyond redemption without troubling the engraver and his pencil come May.
The real story of this first week and a half though, is at Old Trafford, and the travails of a certain half-pint sized striker. A substitute on Sunday, as United squeaked past Birmingham, he was on from the start Wednesday night, as Burnley sprang a shock 1-0 victory. The Clarets win does not mean they will stay up, and United’s defeat does not mean they won’t win the league, far too early for predictions of that sort. However, what screams at me from the match at Turf Moor is this. You have lost two major forwards from your side in Ronaldo and Tevez. Your only major signing up front to these vacancies is an ex-England striker, who has failed to score in pre-season and has a point to prove. Late in the first half, 1-0 down, you get a penalty, over to you, fill your boots, get off the mark Michael….. CARRICK???
When Michael Owen appears on the television at the moment, I have to look away. His body language is terrible, shoulders hunched, he looks almost embarrassed to be there. He wears on his tormented face the harrowing memories of every moment of his Newcastle nightmare. Michael Owen, shoulders hunched, failure, relegated, injured too much, dropped from the England squad. An England squad he has been part of since he was 17 years of age. This is Owen’s last chance to fulfil his potential, and he knows it. His last chance to win a League Title, a Champions League, perhaps even a World Cut to sit on the mantle with his golden boots, Ballon d’Or and assorted cups from a glorious heyday at Liverpool.
What should not be forgotten is that officially, Owen is in his prime. Yes, his pace will never come close to that which destroyed the Argentinean rearguard in 1998. Perhaps he will never again feel the love of supporters that greeted his early career at Anfield. But this is Michael Owen. England’s top striker for the last decade, 9 goals short of Sir Bobby Charlton’s record in an England shirt, and this is a World Cup year. Now forgive me for being a sentimentalist, but it all looks set up for Owen to have one last hurrah. Just imagine, the World Cup final, the 90th minute, Argentina and England tied at one apiece, and Owen nips in at the near post to snatch the winner, his 50th for his country. All he needs is a goal to get him started, to wipe that hang-dog expression off his face, put the spring back in his step. So please Manchester United, next time you get a penalty, for everyone’s sake, give it to the right Michael.
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Thursday, August 20, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
United Pepped at the post as Fergie utters the unthinkable
On Wednesday night Manchester United and Alex Ferguson missed the chance to become champions of Europe, and make themselves a little bit of history into the bargain. A win would have seen the long serving Scot become only the second manager to win the European Cup on three occasions, and United the first team to retain the trophy in its current guise, of the Champions League. Instead, they were well beaten, as the brilliance of Barcelona blew the English Champions away. The Premier League, we are often told, is the strongest league in the world, well perhaps on this evidence we need to think again.
The result is all the more remarkable when you consider the two men in Rome’s technical areas. Ferguson, a veteran campaigner, has been there, seen it, got the T-shirt and quite probably done some shopping to boot. Pep Guardiola on the other hand was completing his first season in charge of one of Europe’s greatest clubs, in the true sense of the word club. A tyro. A beginner. A rookie. A genius? Barcelona’s football this season has been enthralling. Fergie knew what to expect at the Stadio Olimpico, he just didn’t know what to do about it.
The talk before the match was that the Barca defence offered a way in, it was a weak spot. They could be got at, Carles Puyol and Sylvinho were past their prime, and if United could start brightly they could breach the makeshift backline. So why start with Park Ji-Sung as one of his three attacking players? Surely Carlos Tevez and Ronaldo should have been detailed to punish these ageing fullbacks, leaving Wayne Rooney to ransack the out of position Yaya Toure? Yes, United started brightly and could have scored early on but that doesn’t explain the total capitulation after Samuel Eto’o had netted the opener. Once Barcelona went a goal up, United looked inept, ineffectual, and shorn of attacking ideas.
Should we be surprised by this outcome? Not really, Arsenal in the European semi-final aside, United have struggled against top sides this season. The Premier League was not won against Chelsea, Arsenal or Liverpool. Alex Ferguson’s men have become expert at taking points from lesser teams, where other members of the top four are prone to slip up. In short they don’t like it up ‘em. Remember the defeat at Fulham where Rooney and Ronaldo jumped up and down like spoiled children, ordered to bed on a sunny evening. Perhaps this team of born winners are too happy to accept defeat against opponents they themselves consider worthy?
Still at least one good thing came out of Wednesday’s game, as Fergie admitted his team had been defeated by a superior opponent. This loss was not blamed on a referee. The fixture computer for once escaped the dreaded hairdryer treatment. And no it wasn’t even the colour of their, or anyone else’s shirts, that was at fault. ‘We were beaten by the better team’ he said after the match. For once it looks like everyone can agree with you Sir Alex.
The result is all the more remarkable when you consider the two men in Rome’s technical areas. Ferguson, a veteran campaigner, has been there, seen it, got the T-shirt and quite probably done some shopping to boot. Pep Guardiola on the other hand was completing his first season in charge of one of Europe’s greatest clubs, in the true sense of the word club. A tyro. A beginner. A rookie. A genius? Barcelona’s football this season has been enthralling. Fergie knew what to expect at the Stadio Olimpico, he just didn’t know what to do about it.
The talk before the match was that the Barca defence offered a way in, it was a weak spot. They could be got at, Carles Puyol and Sylvinho were past their prime, and if United could start brightly they could breach the makeshift backline. So why start with Park Ji-Sung as one of his three attacking players? Surely Carlos Tevez and Ronaldo should have been detailed to punish these ageing fullbacks, leaving Wayne Rooney to ransack the out of position Yaya Toure? Yes, United started brightly and could have scored early on but that doesn’t explain the total capitulation after Samuel Eto’o had netted the opener. Once Barcelona went a goal up, United looked inept, ineffectual, and shorn of attacking ideas.
Should we be surprised by this outcome? Not really, Arsenal in the European semi-final aside, United have struggled against top sides this season. The Premier League was not won against Chelsea, Arsenal or Liverpool. Alex Ferguson’s men have become expert at taking points from lesser teams, where other members of the top four are prone to slip up. In short they don’t like it up ‘em. Remember the defeat at Fulham where Rooney and Ronaldo jumped up and down like spoiled children, ordered to bed on a sunny evening. Perhaps this team of born winners are too happy to accept defeat against opponents they themselves consider worthy?
Still at least one good thing came out of Wednesday’s game, as Fergie admitted his team had been defeated by a superior opponent. This loss was not blamed on a referee. The fixture computer for once escaped the dreaded hairdryer treatment. And no it wasn’t even the colour of their, or anyone else’s shirts, that was at fault. ‘We were beaten by the better team’ he said after the match. For once it looks like everyone can agree with you Sir Alex.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
History beckons as dream final is upon us
The joy of winning a major tournament now appears to have been eclipsed in importance by the act of adding another trophy to your tally. Note the enormous amount of coverage given to Manchester United winning a record equalling 18th League title this year. And don’t expect the media coverage to die down on that front, next year United and Liverpool will battle it out to be the first to 19. Banners at big club grounds proclaim the number of European or domestic titles won, while the five stars over Brazil’s badge are merely a gloat concerning the frequency of their World Cup victories. Football’s rich history is one of the reasons so many of us are hooked on the sport, but this everyday obsession with the past is a relatively recent.
It is for such historical reasons that Wednesday night’s Champions League final is of such magnitude. Everyday Barcelona and their supporters must live with the knowledge that Real Madrid have won the European Cup nine times compared with their two. The fact that six of Madrid’s triumphs came before 1970 is of little importance to football fans desperate to better their rivals. Both Barcelona’s wins came since the advent of the 1990’s, during which time Real have picked up the pot three times. If Barca win a third on Wednesday it will, in the eyes of supporters, provide some sort of parity with Madrid, at least in the modern era. A win for the Catalans would also elevated them into joint six place on the all time list, out of a large group of clubs who have been champions twice.
Alex Ferguson’s dominance of English football is unquestionable; this year was his 11th league title. However, his record in Europe stands up less well to scrutiny. Two, some would say, slightly fortuitous wins in 16 years of competing for club football’s greatest prize does not make happy reading for the Scot. After all, United have been almost guaranteed entry since 1993 and boast the kind of financial resources other clubs can only dream about. That said, on Wednesday night, Ferguson can enter the pantheon of greats by equalling the record of 3 European cup wins as manager 28 years to the day since the feat was first achieved. The great Bob Paisley won his third continental crown on 27th May 1981, Liverpool defeating Real Madrid in Paris. Having recently matched Liverpool’s domestic benchmark there are no prizes for guessing what Fergie’s next target will be. Liverpool currently hold five European crowns, United with three can become the first team to defend the title since it became the Champion’s League.
People have described Wednesday’s game as being the dream final. In all honesty, though, with the stakes so high, the dream final is the final that your team wins. Unless an early goal for either side loosens up the defences, allowing the game to become stretched, this will surely be a cagey affair. That does not mean the match will not be enjoyable for the spectator, just that we are very unlikely to have a hatful of goals. Ferguson himself said as much last week.
The fact is Manchester United will have to watch Lionel Messi like a hawk. If they don’t and the little Argentine destroys United in the first half then Fergie will have his tactics heavily criticised. Likewise Pep Guardiola is duty bound to stop Ronaldo from taking the game away from his side. Having so much attacking talent on show can make managers and defenders very nervous indeed. And in such a big game, with so much history at stake, no one wants to be remembered for all the wrong reasons.
It is for such historical reasons that Wednesday night’s Champions League final is of such magnitude. Everyday Barcelona and their supporters must live with the knowledge that Real Madrid have won the European Cup nine times compared with their two. The fact that six of Madrid’s triumphs came before 1970 is of little importance to football fans desperate to better their rivals. Both Barcelona’s wins came since the advent of the 1990’s, during which time Real have picked up the pot three times. If Barca win a third on Wednesday it will, in the eyes of supporters, provide some sort of parity with Madrid, at least in the modern era. A win for the Catalans would also elevated them into joint six place on the all time list, out of a large group of clubs who have been champions twice.
Alex Ferguson’s dominance of English football is unquestionable; this year was his 11th league title. However, his record in Europe stands up less well to scrutiny. Two, some would say, slightly fortuitous wins in 16 years of competing for club football’s greatest prize does not make happy reading for the Scot. After all, United have been almost guaranteed entry since 1993 and boast the kind of financial resources other clubs can only dream about. That said, on Wednesday night, Ferguson can enter the pantheon of greats by equalling the record of 3 European cup wins as manager 28 years to the day since the feat was first achieved. The great Bob Paisley won his third continental crown on 27th May 1981, Liverpool defeating Real Madrid in Paris. Having recently matched Liverpool’s domestic benchmark there are no prizes for guessing what Fergie’s next target will be. Liverpool currently hold five European crowns, United with three can become the first team to defend the title since it became the Champion’s League.
People have described Wednesday’s game as being the dream final. In all honesty, though, with the stakes so high, the dream final is the final that your team wins. Unless an early goal for either side loosens up the defences, allowing the game to become stretched, this will surely be a cagey affair. That does not mean the match will not be enjoyable for the spectator, just that we are very unlikely to have a hatful of goals. Ferguson himself said as much last week.
The fact is Manchester United will have to watch Lionel Messi like a hawk. If they don’t and the little Argentine destroys United in the first half then Fergie will have his tactics heavily criticised. Likewise Pep Guardiola is duty bound to stop Ronaldo from taking the game away from his side. Having so much attacking talent on show can make managers and defenders very nervous indeed. And in such a big game, with so much history at stake, no one wants to be remembered for all the wrong reasons.
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