Sunday, 17 April 2016

'Barca' - Book Review for BACKPAGE PRESS

Every so often, not often enough, this wonderful cultural life of ours generates a phenomena. Pep's Barcelona were one such phenomena.

It is human nature to want to associate ourselves with such success, to submerge ourselves in their worlds. Graham Hunter's magnificent 'Barca' allowed me to do just that. 

Hunter has an instinct for a story of a top journalist and is a fine writer. But most importantly, this book is doused with the enthusiasm and excitement of someone who can't quite believe the magnificence of what their witnessing and the proximity of the view they're witnessing it from. 

Hunter gets up close to Pep, Messi and all the leading protagonists, and he gets closer still to the city of Barcelona and the effect that team had on it. But, importantly, he doesn't lose sight of the sporting impact they had on the world of sport in general. 

I loved reading this book. 

Wednesday, 16 May 2012

Changing Priorities

Stan Collymore, an increasingly essential pundit in my humble opinion, has just proclaimed (tweeted) that the order of top club's priorities is as follows:

1. Champs' League
2. Domestic League
3. Top Four
4. FA Cup
5. League Cup
6. Europa League

I presume by this he means Europa League qualification as opposed to winning the thing; I fancy winning it outright would be considered a bigger deal than winning either the FA or League Cup.

Nevertheless, the low prioritisation of both domestic cup competitions seems to be something we'll all have to accept.

It's bloody painful to know that Dicky Davis will never again wake the nation up at 8am live from Wembley on Cup Final Day, but as this hasn't actually happened since 1984 I guess we'll all just have to build a bridge.

Kenny Dalglish and Alex Mcliesh are proof that it's been a bad week for people whose surnames rhyme with quiche. They are also proof that winning the League Cup means diddly squat.

There is every chance that the winning manager of this year's FA Cup will be out of a job this time next week too. Bad times indeed for our domestic cups. Stay strong you ribboned, silver jugs of joy.

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

Five Year Plans

David Moyes seems to like his five year plans. He also seems to like unveiling them after the five years have passed. Let's call it 'retrospective compartmentalising'.

It's a useful little strategy actually, this retrospective compartmentalising lark. It allows you to justify errors of judgement, failure and disappointment by ignoring them in favour of displaying the bigger picture. Some people like to call it 're-writing history', I like to call it retrospective compartmentalising.

Regardless, the two five year plans Moyes has completed at Everton can now be retrospectively compartmentalised as 1: 'Change' and 2: 'Consolidation'.

I have no reason to doubt Moyes' assertion that he starts every season aiming to win the Premier League. However ridiculous that may sound. Nevertheless, history now judges his first five years as the ones that really excited the Goodison faithful, the ones which changed the perception that 'Generation Sky' had of Everton from that of perennial strugglers to one of top six contenders. An era, it is worth reminding ourselves, that was characterised by gung-ho approaches, late comebacks and go-for-broke substitutions.

By comparison, five year plan number 2 has been something of a disappointment. Despite three trips to Wembley, the European qualifications have dried up. So to, mind you, have the coffers. But, the football has become much more predictable and the calibre of players being brought into the club has plateaued.

If I'm reading the signals correctly, it looks as if a contract extension is close to being signed, which means five more years of David Moyes. If dissenting voices are to be kept muffled, he is going to have to break with his tradition and go on record with his intentions and a projected five year plan. More importantly, he is going to have to deliver. It's time for the Blues to push on, to stop hiding behind a lack of investment and start believing in themselves. Moyes himself cannot afford another five years of consolidation, for that would quickly become retrospectively compartmentalised by Evertonians as ten years of stagnation.

No, that would be no good. For Everton, Moyes' reputation and the sanity of the club's fan base, five year plan number 3 simply has to be called 'Silverware'.

Monday, 7 May 2012

Inferiority Complex


Between 1988 and 1991, the distinctive three stripes of Adidas set Manchester United, Arsenal and Liverpool apart from the rest of the football league. So to, mind you, did the quality of the footballers at their disposal.

Liverpool and Arsenal spent much of the era swapping the baton of the Barclay’s First Division title. Whilst United, still a couple of years away from a brave new world of Premiership dominance, began flexing their muscles with significant achievements in domestic and European cup competitions.

Twenty Premiership seasons have since past and in that time those three clubs have won (at the time of writing) 34 out of 59 domestic competitions. Close to 60% of all the shiny silverware this country has to offer to its football elite has been shared between them. Heaven knows how large that number might have been had Chelsea not emerged as the force they have become.

Unsurprisingly, the three clubs were influential in persuading England’s premier clubs to become just that. By the early nineties, they, alongside Everton and Tottenham Hotspur had long been viewed as the “Big Five”. Sadly, for the latter two, the Premiership would not prove the Promised Land for which they had yearned.

Nowadays, the Reds of Manchester, London and Merseyside have more than their kit manufacturers in common: they are globally perceived as England’s biggest three clubs; the record books confirm they are England’s three most successful clubs; and they are, according to Deloitte and with the exception of Abramovich-backed Chelsea, the three biggest revenue generators in English football.

All pretty depressing stuff of course if you happen to support one of the three clubs’ fierce city rivals. Enter those former bastionsof the big five, Everton and Tottenham Hotspur and, the new kids on the block, Manchester City. In the same time frame it has taken their adversaries to rattle up 34 titles, the names of their underachieving cousins have troubled silverware engravers just 4 times: Whilst there is still a sense that Manchester City are experiencing something of a calm before an inevitable silverware storm, they have, at the time of writing, only won one FA Cup since 1992; eighteen years have past since Everton picked up a pot; whilst Tottenham have won just two League Cups since the Premiership was born.

The hard facts, often presented in the form of pennies and pounds, inform us that the bridesmaids have simply never been pretty enough. All three have either flirted with relegation or actually been relegated during the Premiership years. Nowadays, Manchester City, the team who sunk to the lowest position of all three during that time, look capable of flying higher than anybody else. They may not have the trophy laden history of Everton and Spurs, but they have something more relevant to future success: lovely lucre.

Perhaps kits hold the key after all? Red is of course often offered as a reason for success. Attrell, Gresty, Hill and Barton’s 2008 Journal of Sports Science article entitled ‘Red shirt colour is associated with long-term team success in English football’ argues exactly what it says on the tin and points to another reason, other than the genius of Brian Clough, why Nottingham Forest have won two European Cups. Red, a colour of passion and danger, signals nothing but pain and anger for the supporters of Everton, Spurs and Manchester City.

In spite of all of this, the 2011/12 season has offered genuine hope for all three of the underachievers. The fact that two of the three are likely to end the season empty handed and below their respective rivals yet again is something their long suffering fans will find tough to tolerate.

During the middle part of the season, Tottenham’s form and brand of football was so impressive, many viewed them, not United, as being City’s main rivals for the title. Sadly for the Cockerels, they have long since been forgotten as title contenders, they suffered the ignominy of heavy defeat to their second most hated rivals at Wembley and they are now in real danger of missing out on Champions’ League qualification altogether. Most pertinently, they find themselves below You Know Who in the league table.

Everton, the worst equipped financially to deal with the chasm that has developed between them and their respective neighbours, once again left it late to come good. Whilst their now traditional Spring surge led all the way to Wembley, they froze when it mattered most and were beaten by what many judge to be a less than vintage version of Merseyside red.  

When the Blue Moon eclipses United on Sunday afternoon, Tottenham and Everton fans will look on more contemplatively than most; for whilst clinching the Premiership is the dream of all football fans, it is the long suffering supporters of those lesser two lights who long more than any others to match City’s accomplishment of defeating their own inferiority complex.

Positional Sense


It is a little known fact that Bertie Bassett was an unused substitute in the 1984 FA Cup final. The following year, Bertie reprised his role, as twelfth man, in the European Cup Winners’ Cup final. In 1986, Bertie finally looked destined for a leading role when he scored the winning goal in the FA Cup semi-final: a measured lob at Villa Park. Alas, it was not to be, Bertie was once again overlooked, failing to make the team for that year’s final. He was destined to be remembered for his role as an understudy: a willing and able replacement; a versatile character actor appreciated by his peers, but an understudy nonetheless.

The all conquering Everton team of the eighties was packed with leading men; excellent footballers who were each specialists in their given positions: Neville Southall was the world’s best goalkeeper; Kevin Ratcliffe was a centre back who possessed style and bite; Kevin Sheedy’s left foot crafted some of the most memorable goals in the club’s proud history; Peter Reid was a central midfielder who tackled, harried and passed to his heart’s content. And the list goes on: Paul Bracewell, Trevor Steven, Gary Lineker, Graeme Sharp, and Andy Gray. They are all players who are remembered for being responsible for the most successful spell in the Merseyside club’s history. And yet no Everton aficionado would allow the list to be deemed complete without the inclusion of one Alan Harper, also affectionately known as Bertie Bassett.

Bertie’s ability to play in all sorts of positions gave Howard Kendall the luxury of naming his strongest line-up for the club’s biggest games knowing his substitute had every position covered, it also gave Alan Harper a reputation as football’s best utility man, and an iconic nickname to boot.

In the days of teams only being permitted one substitute, a versatile number 12 was a luxury many managers sought. Consequently, utility players, whilst never quite de rigeur, were perhaps valued more than they are in the modern game. After all, who needs one Jack on a bench, when you can name seven masters? They are still around of course; versatility is still a quality managers value, particularly those who haven’t got millions to furnish their teams with connoisseurs. But they are different than they were in the eighties, still acceptable, but like most things in football, not quite as stoic.

Appropriately, the role of the utility man has taken more than one guise over the years. The history of the game unearths many a player capable of adapting to a number of positions, many of who, like Harper, have achieved cult hero status; however, it rarely offers true, bona-fide legendary status to men of versatility:  John Charles is one such exception. The Welshman, a talisman for both Leeds United and Juventus  - still often strangely overlooked on lists of all time greats, was unique in many ways, not least in his ability to play centrally at both ends of the field. A masterful footballer, elegant of touch and graceful in both the finish and the tackle, he was, it is pretty safe to say, better than Alan Harper.

 A true trend for centre backs plying their trade at the opposite end of the pitch in the English game did not come to pass until the nineties, when Dion Dublin, Chris Sutton and Paul Warhurst each turned solid careers into noteworthy ones with long goal-scoring sprees. Dublin and Sutton would go on to cost their suitors over £30 million in transfer fees, with Sutton briefly becoming English football’s most expensive player when he moved from Norwich City to Blackburn Rovers in July 1994. Whilst Warhurst’s striking prowess was not sustained over quite as long a period, his impact as an emergency striker for Sheffield Wednesday was startling and jolted the club to the 1993 FA Cup Final. His later spells back in defence and, as a sort of compromise, in midfield for Blackburn Rovers and Crystal Palace, confirmed his utility man status. There is something very straightforward, passé and perhaps a little ‘British’ about ye olde centre halves using their physicality to influence games at the other end of the pitch. Unsurprisingly, the European game tends to offer a more sophisticated approach to flexibility.

Many an average footballer has benefitted from being adaptable. But to imply that utility men are standard, regular and run of the mill is both unfair and, given the world’s admiration for teams such as Ajax and Barcelona, more than a little ironic: the Amsterdam Arena and Camp Nou are homes to football philosophies that decree versatility a basic requirement. Indeed, Total Football rules that a player is more effective the more positions he is comfortable in. Both academies base their schooling on ensuring players are comfortable in as many positions as possible, a concept which in turn ensures Gerard Pique is able to drop a shoulder and round a keeper and Andres Iniesta is as comfortable receiving balls from Victor Valdes in full back positions as he is finding himself one on one with the opposition’s goalkeeper.

In 1995, Ajax won the Champions League with a fluid 3-3-3-1 formation which required every player to cover every blade of grass. That remarkable team was ripped up by the vultures of clubs who were cosseted by wealthier leagues, but many of the players initially struggled to become accustomed to the rigid formations employed by their new teams. In truth, the only way to stop that Ajax team was to sign them up, they were truly potent from all areas and would, had they been given more years together, be considered equal to the current glorious Barca side. Their ability to interchange positions kept oppositions guessing: Seedorf and Davids excelled, Blind and Rijkaard swapped between defensive duties in midfield and at the back, and De Boer’s positional sense was so diverse you would swear he had a twin brother.

Then in July 1995, a month after Ajax’s crowning moment in Vienna, English football welcomed the Netherland’s most successful non-Ajax man, Ruud Gullit. Glenn Hoddle’s proclamation that Gullit would play as a sweeper caused intrigue. His stay at the back was not as successful as both men had envisaged, but his success as a deep lying central midfielder brought plaudits aplenty. Gullit, who was renowned as a forward of the highest calibre before his arrival at Chelsea, proved himself to be more than that: he was, quite simply, a footballer of the highest calibre.

Some would argue that there should be nothing surprising about that. Great footballers are great footballers right? Certainly  that appeared to be Leo Beenhakker’s opinion during the 2006 World Cup. Identifying Dwight Yorke as Trinidad and Tobago’s best player was no masterstroke, realising that he was unlikely to see enough of the ball to influence games at centre forward and so asking him to play as a holding midfielder was.

Why should versatility raise so many eyebrows? After all, every jobbing right-back probably began as his junior team’s star striker. Carlos Puyol certainly did. A later incarnation as a marauding full back preceded his transformation into an iconic Braveheart of a centre half. Indeed, football is littered with players who are on record as having started life in very different positions to the ones that made them famous.

Perhaps English football is finally warming to the idea of versatility as an attribute rather than a quirky accessory. Two of England’s most promising prospects have used this change of mentality to their advantage: Phil Jones began the current Premiership season as Manchester United’s standout performer. Unperturbed by competition at centre-back he has popped up at full back, wing back and a number of positions in midfield.

Meanwhile, at Alan Harper’s former club, Jack Rodwell has spent the majority of his game time for Everton’s first team in positions other than the centre back slot in which he won so many plaudits at youth level. A word of caution might be to hope he does not become a Jack of all trades. But the most likely outcome is that when he does revert to his favoured position, his experience in many areas will help him become a master of one.

It is encouraging to see individual English footballers making the most of their genuinely general football talent.

The ever-changing game will demand a new breed of utility player. Most likely trends in formations will soon dictate that players are required to adapt to a variety of positions. All the signs are there: assassins Messi and Ronaldo score previously unthinkable amounts of goals from new starting positions; 4-6-0 is already a workable formation in the modern game; full backs are morphing into their teams’ most threatening attacking options.

Football will soon demand that players can play in all sorts of positions. Top clubs will be out to find them. Ironically Everton’s great rivals Liverpool may well have an unexpected advantage when it comes to uncovering the anew breed of utility player, for plying his trade these days as Anfield’s Head Scout, is none other than Bertie Bassett himself: step forward, Mr Alan Harper.