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If It Wasn’t For The Scousers’…

September 14, 2008

WELL the season is a few games old now and we have that boring England stuff out of the way for a bit, here was the weekend for us to kick into gear. Old rivalries renewed, new striking options and you’d think that it was all there for us to kick on and get started. Of course, being Manchester United, it never works out the way you think it will.

Losing to our rivals is never good and the old line that I should throw out right now is that at least this defeat is early enough in the season for us to repair ourselves and make sure it doesn’t have any lasting effect on our season. It’s not as if this is Easter.

I don’t want to be writing about that. I don’t want to be making excuses like that to cover up the fact that against such an important team, on their own patch, our performance was poor and too many players didn’t turn up. Sometimes you have to write the obvious, and admit when it just wasn’t your day.

I don’t think Anderson made a decent pass all game, they seemed to all be short, roll out of play or be intercepted by the other side. It was not his day. Edwin, throw any old cliche you like at him – ‘bad day at the office’, he most certainly had a ‘mare but in my opinion his was only the most obvious of a day of bad performances. Ryan Giggs, Nemanja Vidic, it was not your day.

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Enough Beautiful Disasters, Go For Glory!

May 5, 2008

I have been lucky enough to be at a few great European nights at Old Trafford, and last season’s trouncing of Roma will remain with me like it will everyone else whether they were in the stadium that night or not. It seems to be often the case that the most progress in this competition is made with performances a lot less spectacular than that.

 

That brings us nicely to Barcelona. The first leg at the Camp Nou was excruciating and I was only at home for that one, I said to myself then that it would be hell to be watching a game like this. To the untrained eye it looked like it was their attack against our defence, the more we repelled the more they came forward and the more Messi looked like he had applied glue to his boots before kick off.

 

Last week at Old Trafford  the atmosphere was as loud as you would expect, the hairs on the hairs on the back of my neck were up and the Stone Roses have never sounded better, mostly because they had mixed in audio from commentary on that night against Bayern Munich. It was all there, the latest great European night since the last great European night.

 

That might be a line used more for the reds from Liverpool rather than ours, we’re always reminded that Liverpool are something special in this competition and lest we forget their participation in the  self proclaimed greatest European final ever in Istanbul. Manchester United have their own memorable European nights yet they are restricted to a glorious quarter final or even beautiful disaster against Porto as they went on to create their own history. You have to hand it to us, when we have made it to the final we haven’t bothered with the losing much. Two finals in the European Cup is not good enough for our club but we have made history on both previous occasions. Drawing level in forty five minutes and winning on penalties, or two goals in two minutes to win the game and the historic treble… I know which one I prefer.

 

If we were going to extend our run in this season’s competition we would need world class performances from each of our players, and throat ripping support from the fans in the stadium, but for the moments before kick off I just sat there and looked straight ahead at the Stretford End. I listened to the commentary and remembering the memories. We were ninety minutes away from either success or another round of glorious failure, and there was a stadium full of fans that had had enough of brave defeat.

 

“It is in the pure hell of the hardest fought one nil game, not the heaven of a dominating victory that you truly earn your rewards. “ 

 I don’t know if you actually enjoy a game like the one we saw on Tuesday, at least, I’m not sure I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the heroic performances of Rio Ferdinand and Wesley Brown, I enjoyed the fact that our boys turned up when they needed to. I was right behind Paul Scholes’ goal and saw every slight curve it made from his boot to just beyond the keeper’s fingers and the sound it made when it kissed the net. I certainly enjoyed that but we all knew that what would follow that goal would be minutes upon minutes of nerve wracking Barcelona pressure, and I hated every minute of that. I’m sure I’m missing out moments of United attack when we could have made the game safe, frankly they are secondary to the feelings I had watching Lionel Messi attack us and evade our defenders, that boy surely is a great player and I had every sympathy for Patrice Evra on that night.

 

He was one of ours that was singled out for having a less than brilliant game. If, on your worst game for the football club you are beaten all ends up by one of the greatest players in the world and still end up on the winning team, that is fine by me. Evra’s biggest crime being left for dead by Messi, but personal victories elsewhere made up for that.

 

Towards the end I really didn’t care who got the ball clear of our defence, only that they kept the ball as far away from the danger area as they could. I would like to sit here and write of how I knew that Barcelona were never going to make the breakthrough, that it just felt like our night. It didn’t. It was hell. It wasn’t like I doubted our boys and their ability to pass the defensive test, I just wanted there to be fewer questions in the exam because the more Barcelona asked, the greater the chance they would steal our glory and they only needed one right answer.

 

I completely lost my voice, I was screaming at everyone. I was praying to Eric and I was booing Thierry Henry just like everyone else was. I booed him even before he made it onto the pitch, because there was a moment when we cleared the ball out for a Barcelona throw and he was nice enough to be on the spot warming up, he instantly returned the ball to his colleague for the quickest throw in ever.

 

He has the rest of the season on the bench to sit and think about the difference he could have made to their game that night; he has all the time in the world to think about that header he sent straight to our ‘keeper. We have two weeks to think about what we achieved and how we achieved it, of course the achievement will mean more if we go all the way to Moscow and win that ruddy great big trophy.

 

You can keep your greatest games, much as it pains me you can have your Roma result back. Results like that are followed by many examples of close but no cigar. I loved that game and yet I can admit that it means less in context because we eventually missed out. Glorious games are great in isolation, more often than not success is made with results like Tuesday night.

 

I hated the game because I took every forward attack personally and watched the team give everything to the cause. The game was agony, the result was heaven. It is in the pure hell of the hardest fought one nil game, not the heaven of a dominating victory that you truly earn your rewards.

 

We can play better. We will play better but maybe that’s not the point. We have played better and we have still missed out. We didn’t miss out this time, we played the way we needed to and the way we were made to for a large part of the game and we got our reward.

 

Victory in Europe takes us to Moscow and that is where it all begins again. Manchester United, European Cup Finalists again. Now to clinch the Premiership.

Never In An Age Of Saturdays: What Did We Miss?

May 5, 2008

OKAY so I think I remember how to do this, let me see… United face a tussle with Chelsea for the league title, a tussle that ultimately lies in our own hands. Our team have lost games when everyone predicted walkovers and they have won at a canter when everyone suspected the going might be difficult. Cristiano Ronaldo is best player in the Premiership and Europe, Arsene Wenger still has trouble seeing incidents involving his own team and dodgy decisions, and Manchester City are questioning the future of their manager. Pretty much summed it up?

 

Something’s never change.

 

I watch Manchester United in what I thought was an absolute ‘under the kosh’ game, and was quite ready to accept that on the face of it we were second best in every department at the Nou Camp. That was, until the television and print media called the performance one of defensive perfection and made us favourites for the return leg… (we’ll get to that). I like what they saw more so it was easy to change my opinion. On the face of the two legs our defence took on their attack over two legs and we scored more times than they did – more importantly we stopped them scoring.

 

Manchester United reach the European Cup Final in Moscow later this month, and Manchester City are allegedly about to sack their manager despite a successful season by their standards. The man that may be about to replace him is the same one that the FA wanted to replace him as England manager, Big Phil. Perhaps the owners at Manchester City are on to something and they are geniuses in believing this man to be the future. Perhaps those men are on a higher level and Manchester City are about to become a world power.

 

Perhaps the board of Manchester City Football Club and the Football Association suits are on the same level, and it isn’t a high one. Appoint a man, lose faith, sack him, chase Luiz Felipe Scolari. If they are to follow the FA mode of employment they will talk to the man, who then refuses to take the job because of the pressure and press intrusion. When he turns you down, hurry through the airport on your return to the office and tell the world you didn’t want him anyway?

 

If he wants a different managerial atmosphere to the one he rejected with England, Manchester City is certainly that.

 

Some things never change.

 

 

Manchester United could have made the title tilt a lot simpler these past few months, but that just isn’t our way now is it. Never has been. So instead we gloriously steal a draw at Ewood and lose the battle of Stamford Bridge and still it has never really been what you would call out of our hands.

 

Level on points, West Ham stood in Manchester United’s way on route to reclaiming our trophy.

 

Some thing’s never change.

 

Ronaldinho is no longer the big thing in European football, there are to be no more ‘great European nights for Liverpool FC’ this season, Wesley Brown has realised he is playing for the best club in the world and has signed the contract, the league leaders have won very important games without Wayne Rooney (not to mention Vida),,,

 

AND Given to Score will have hopefully relocated from Merseyside to Greater Mancunia in time for the next football season.

 

Some things do change.

 

Let us feast on the last month of the season; there will be much to come of that I am sure.

 

The Lexicon of Liverpool

December 14, 2007

THERE is a chance that I’m geared up! It could well be the thumping tones of “2×4” by Metallica currently filling GTS HQ, it could be the fact that we haven’t written for an absolute age – mostly I think it’s the fact that Manchester United play Liverpool this weekend. 

I have heard nothing but gloating from my Liverpool friends, about how this is their season and how finally they aren’t taking their eyes off the ball. Of course a great deal of that came before they were put to the sword by Reading. Despite what the red side of Merseyside may say, their season has been up and down at best. They have at times done the job, and Torres has looked like the decent player I hoped he wouldn’t be when he joined. Liverpool have also managed to mess up as well, in Europe as well as maintaining their usual inconsistent domestic form. Add to that the fact that their manager has at times been showing the strain in press conferences and the American owners that have shown they are far from happy, and it looks like a good time to be going to Anfield. 

That’s exactly why it isn’t.  United are playing well, the early season patchy form has given way to something that looks more like the machine we’re used to. Rooney and Tevez are gelling, and all is ticking along nicely (let’s not mention the fact that if you believe the stories we have yet another defender in a contract debate).  When everyone seems to be looking in United’s direction for victory, it never works out that way.  

Rumours of splits and all of the negative news seemingly coming from those at Anfield, may well have a positive effect on the Liverpool team. Despite doing nothing in the league since Noah built the ark and putting all his eggs in the European basket Benitez commands the respect of the Liverpool fan base, so much so a friend of mine told me his Anfield season ticket would be returned if Rafa the Gaffer got the sack-a.  

For that reason and that reason only I say faster red devils, kill kill!  

For ninety minutes it will be all out war and it should be. It’s the same three points at stake and I dare say it is too early to count in the story of the league – it’s not even really about local pride because they are hardly next door neighbours. 

Liverpool v Manchester United is about shutting the scousers up, silencing the Kop, celebrating each tackle on one of theirs a little more than usual. It’s about everything that everyone reading this thinks it is, the history and the now. It’s about Wayne Rooney getting booed for each and every minute except the one where he sticks that ball in their net, its about Ronaldo and whether he escapes the attentions of their back four and it’s about which Torres turns up for the game. 

Other games can be about more sensible things, this one can just be about beating Liverpool because we don’t like each other. Vidic and Ferdinand v Crouch and Torres is nice scenery for the neutrals and ‘Nice Guy’ Jamie on the TV but this game can be more basic than that – win, leave Anfield with victory and enjoy the silence from the Kop! 

Avanti!

You’re havin’ a Raf, Benitez!

August 23, 2007

WELL folks we really know that football is well and truly back now.  

Chelsea benefit from a dodgy refereeing decision thanks to a penalty wrongly awarded in their match – some things never change. Liverpool manager Rafa Benitez is in the news claiming that there is a conspiracy to keep his team from being successful. Some things never change. Manchester United, Champions of England, sit in the bottom half of the league. Okay, now that’s a new one. 

However, the third point is something that Manchester United can and will work on. It’s easy to work on problems with the entirety of your squad is pulling in the same direction – some of our players have been all too vocal about the pull in another, somewhat scouse, direction.  The one time United hero is now on his way to Real after losing the panel decision intended to force our club to sell him to Liverpool. Good riddance to bad rubbish.  

When you lose a first team player to long term injury it is realistic to expect them to go and find a replacement. When the player returns from injury and finds his place taken by his replacement, it is not unreasonable to expect the returning player to fight for his place back. But no, the toys came out and Gaby stormed off home. 

I can imagine what happened next. Liverpool make a bid and are denied, Gaby goes home and hurriedly rifles through his desk papers. He sees everything there, the x-ray from his injury, a Manchester United letter agreeing that the player could rehabilitate himself away from the club, and then, like Willy Wonka’s golden ticket, he finds the letter indicating Manchester United’s approval of a release fee. He slams the drawer shut and in the process knocks the I HEART MANCHESTER mug to the floor, breaking it into little tiny pieces, with no hope of resurrection. Thankfully his Premiership medal and captain’s armband survive and he leaves. 

‘Manchester United are okay with me moving to arch rivals and deadly enemies Liverpool, really, they are. Stop laughing, I mean it’. It seems that neither Gaby nor his highly paid and incredibly clever legal bods’ read the letter carefully enough. The inclusion of a transfer fee which would trigger the release clause is there, but so is a massive great big EURO currency sign which David Gill probably put in BOLD and size 72.  Manchester United had clearly only envisioned a European transfer. Nuff said. 

The judging panel laugh to see such fun and before they can pull themselves together to make the decision, in walks Crystal Palace Chief Exec, Phil Alexander. Alexander claims that Heinze’s agents had approached his club to purchase the player and then sell him on to Liverpool. The Liverpool management deny all knowledge and Sir Alex laughs so hard at the back of the room, he nearly chokes on his chewing gum!  

Applause to the Crystal Palace fan who wrote in reaction to this news ‘We already have two quality players for that position, why the hell would we need a third!’ The red ink sign of rejection is stamped on that file quicker than you can say “Jesper Blomqvist, running down the wing”. Then in the blink of an eye, Gabriel who has ‘never spoken’ with clubs because ‘in my head the only option has been Liverpool’, is out of the door quicker than Patrice Evra, and off to Madrid, with whom he had talks with in the summer.  So much for Gabi staying to fight for his dream move to the Kop.  

Sir Alex mwa ha ha ha’s at Rafa and it’s all done and dusted. 

The Liverpool ECHO claims that Rafa Benitez did not want to wait for the result of any appeal. Apparently he is ‘unsure of the merit in waiting…when he’s clearly lost faith in the Premier League hierarchy’. (23/8).  Yes, it’s the Premier League’s fault, not the water tight documentation proving the counter argument and the last minute words of a chairman from the fizzy cola league.  “How can a player with a signed agreement be treated like this? He has a document which is clear, but the Premier League prefers to believe the word of someone else who made a mistake.” (Daily Mirror, 23/8) 

Please excuse the panel for believing the Chief Executive of a football league team that would have made a profit in the sell on if he had kept quiet about the deal, and a document which apparently clearly states the terms under which the release clause would be triggered.  

The argument against that: he (Phil Alexander) is mistaken. Well, that’s that then. Let Gaby move to Liverpool, Benitez has won me over! NOT, and I have a signed document to prove it.  

Next Benitez will be saying that the Premier League is trying to stop them becoming champions. Oh wait, that happened too. “It’s going to be very difficult for us to win the Premier League because the other teams are so strong, but I want our supporters to know that despite the disadvantages we have, we will fight all the way.“We will fight to cope with our more difficult kick-off times and all the other decisions which are going against us.” (Daily Mirror, 23/8) 

It is going to be very difficult to win the Premier League because it is a difficult league to win. It is going to be very difficult to win the Premier League because you have not done so in donkey’s years.  This summer Liverpool have signed Fernando Torres, Ryan Babel and Yossi Benayoun.  They failed to sign ONE player, from Manchester United.   What disadvantages do Liverpool have? They have been consistently one player away from winning the league for years, and seem to have bought many players to make allowances for the fact that sometimes the ‘one player’ doesn’t quite cut the mustard.  

Early kick off’s after an International game, many of them in fact, does not a conspiracy make.   That is what happens when you are trying to win the league, Mr Benitez. You cannot moan about disadvantages when you have spent money and strengthened. The league is not against you.  

Stop sitting in your office looking for hidden anti-Liverpool messages or playing sudoku or whatever, get out on the training pitch and put the effort in.  Points on the pitch win fairly shiny prizes – points made in the press win you a nice case of paranoia and no friends. How many points behind us did you finish in the league last season?  

I am willing to admit the whole Rob Styles connection to Chelsea does seem odd. The Liverpool ECHO reports this week “we hear reports that he’s involved with a company which has just laid a path for Chelsea owner Roman Abramovich. I’m not suggesting anything underhand but it is all so bizarre.” (Tommy Smith, 22/8) 

His comments about Mascherano’s transfer to Liverpool being held up while United signed Carlos Tevez quickly, also do not hold water. I think the off again on again merry go round that was the Tevez transfer is there for all to see. Manchester United have spent a lot of money this pre-season and it is fair to say we have not had the start we had hoped for. We can blame it on the injury to a key player, we can blame it on Carlos Tevez’s ‘poor start’ to life at Manchester United, we too can blame the referee on some occasions. It is some of these things and non of these things but it comes down to the fact that spending money does not guarantee success.  If you don’t play well, you suffer in the league.

Results haven’t gone our way, we move on. We try and win the league from the position we have because it is the only way we know how to do it.  To throw a stock pile of excuses at the media seems almost as if you are pre-empting a terrible season and one or two top money signings not making the grade. If that happens, it happens, Liverpool were poor domestically long before Torres arrived and they may well be poor afterwards. 

The Liverpool Echo writes that Benitez may “consider United’s extraordinary stance on Heinze as the firmest indication to date they see Liverpool as realistic contenders for their first title in 17 years.” (22/8) 

To be realistic title contenders you have to stop blaming everyone else, get on and win enough games to be title winners.  

Let’s get on with the football then, shall we?