Friday, May 18, 2012

In a professional career spanning almost two decades, Simon Smith has played for over sixty-seven clubs. The ultimate utility player, as his pace has diminished Simon has managed to reinvent himself time and again, from poacher to holding midfielder, centre-back to goalkeeper. Now that his website has been closed down, we have exclusive access to his weekly column.

Thursday was no ordinary night in the Smith household. Instead of an evening slumped in front of Channel 5 watching Ice Road Truckers, Clarissa and I spent this most unusual of Thursday nights slumped in front of Channel 5 watching football. Manchester United were comprehensively beaten but their poor rich neighbours suffered the agony of an exit on the away goals rule. If there was anything to cheer the English it was the sight of Joe Hart heading up for a corner in the closing stages for the second time in a week. This desperate bid to save the game earned unanimous plaudits as his last gasp header so nearly sent City through but, as so often seems to be the case, there is one rule for the big clubs and quite another for the rest. Hart was applauded for his attacking instinct against both Swansea and Sporting Lisbon but at one point a few years ago I was doing it almost every week for Barnet and, without meaning to blow my own trumpet too much, far earlier in the game. Was I praised for attempting to break the deadlock in cagey encounters? Was I forgiven when the bossman made a substitution after we won a corner (something it’s generally established is a bad idea) and the amount of time that elapsed coupled with the crowded area caused me to forget myself and instead of nodding the ball into an empty net, pluck the ball out of the air with my hands and go to ground to help run out the clock? Was I able to re-establish my place in the side after the seven consecutive games in which I was still stranded in our opponents’ half when they scored? No, no, a hundred times no. Football can be a cruel mistress. Still, it wasn’t entirely in vain. I like to think of myself as something of a trailblazer and it seems Harty learned a thing or two from this old pro. I wish I could say similar about the game between Chelsea and Napoli the night before. With Chelsea 5-4 up on aggregate I really felt the keeper should have gone up for a corner late on. A goal from Cech really would have rounded off a special European night for Chelsea but sadly he remained rooted in his box. Pity, an opportunity missed.

People generally seem to think the away goals rule is a good thing but it is not without its faults. Take Thursday night for example. Without the rule, the 3-3 aggregate score would have meant the scratchcard of a penalty shootout. Everyone loves penalties, particularly the keepers. It really is a lovely moment when you stride up to your opposite number for good luck hug. Where else can I find a cuddle and a pat on the bum apart from when I buy my fish? I speak from experience when I say we are afforded very few opportunities to embrace as players and the fans tend not to like you spending too much of a game focused on finding an opportunity. They’ll never admit it but all footballers love a cuddle. It’s why refs let a lot of holding go at corners. This is not to mention that the accumulated effect of these cuddles is to combat homophobia in football in a far more effective manner than any BBC Three documentary.

The away goals rule is not tantamount to a hate crime although it can also lead to nastiness. I recall at Arsenal losing 2-0 at home in the first leg once during a European knockout game. We failed to score in the away leg, drew 0-0 and went crashing out 2-0 on aggregate. Each of our 0 goals counted double but even that wasn’t enough. We were punished for failing to get any crucial away goals. On another occasion we were away first leg, got a decent 0-0 draw in Moscow, then at Highbury we were 3-2 up with seconds remaining. With away goals counting double it actually meant we were 4-3 down. Fortunately we got a corner and, eager as ever, I rushed forward. Bizarrely Anders and Smudger seemed content to keep the ball in the corner and the bossman was gesticulating that I should get back in goal. These guys seemed content to win on the night but crash out of Europe. A bizarre lack of ambition. Sadly Smudge was dispossessed and I was lobbed from the halfway line whilst desperately trying to get back. And who do you think ended up copping the stick for our exit? No prizes for guessing. Nobody else seemed to realise we’d have gone out anyway but that’s just the nature of sportswriting in this country I suppose. As a keeper, being a scapegoat comes with the territory.

Having said all of this, the away goals rule was implemented to encourage teams to attack away from home; this can only be a good thing. I simply think the rule should be uniform across the board. It should be implemented in the league as soon as possible. Further still, away goals should count double in the scoring charts. Nobody wants to see Pele’s scoring records last forever, that’s boring. It’s brilliant when these things are broken. Imagine just how many goals Van Persie would have got last season if this rule had been in place. I’m sure some very clever bods with their computers could work it out but even I can deduce it’d be a hell of a lot!

Everyone loves a keeper going up for a corner; along with an outfield player going in goal it’s pretty much the best thing about the beautiful game. In ice hockey the keeper comes out more often than not in the death throes of a game and in basketball the keeper goes up with every single attack. I really think this is the reason football has never gone huge across the pond. If away goals were introduced for league games then Harty and myself wouldn’t be the only ones going up for corners every game. And if there’s one thing we all love, from fans to managers, it’s an open game with lots of goals and very little focus on defending.

 

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Say one word and I won’t

Posted by Andy B On June - 16 - 2011 18 COMMENTS

As the news of Bébé slipping back out of the Old Trafford door with as little fuss as when he quietly slipped in, it begs the question; How has his transfer to Manchester United been so easily forgotten about? This was a player who was homeless a year or so before the signing, which is novel enough as a multi-million pound industry story. But on top of that, and here we may find the root of the answer we seek, his transfer to Manchester United had a distinctly ‘dodgy’ aroma to it.

The player was signed by Guimaraes for just half a packet of Rolos, then five weeks later, after a couple of pre-season games, they sold him to Manchester United for over £7m! Without Ferguson having ever seen him play! During the midst of a difficult financial period for Manchester United in which £7m wasn’t far off being their record transfer fee!

But why didn’t Manchester United, with their Portuguese scouting system and former assistant manager in charge of the Portuguese national team, just sign him for free a month earlier? Did he really make his mark during those pre-season friendlies?

But what’s this? Just before he completed this big-money transfer, he was suddenly poached from his existing agent by Portuguese ‘super agent’ Jorge Mendes, also responsible for the sales of Anderson, Ronaldo and Nani to Manchester United? A man who knows Alex Ferguson well? And he owned £30% of Bébé’s ‘economic rights’, so made about £3m out of the transfer for himself?

That sounds a bit suspicious. Has he ever been involved in Alex Ferguson paying over-the-odds for a Portuguese player before now then? What’s that? He handled negotiations directly with Alex Ferguson and Peter Kenyon for the sale of Ronaldo to Manchester United for £12.24m when Sporting had already accepted a bid from Arsenal for just £5.5m? An extra near-£7m? It sounds almost as if someone or other may have made the transfer happen purely for potential underhand personal financial gain.

As does this Bébé one.

Just like another Ferguson family member was once accused of doing on a BBC documentary. Which led to Ferguson blackmailing the BBC. Which he’s still doing. And coincidentally, no press agency is asking any questions about the potential for dodgy dealings behind this recent transfer.

Interesting…

Word filtering through the t’Interwebsphere is that Tottenham’s Niko Kranjcar’s notoriously chatty father, Zlatko Kranjcar has been engineering a swap deal with AS Roma’s Mirko Vucinic.

At least that is what ol’Zlato told Walter Sabatini…

Spurs manager Harry Redknapp has quite openly operated a culture of favourites at White Hart Lane, ever since his arrival. He’s a died in the wool East End boy who sticks with what he knows, sticks with who he knows. I don’t think Harry has ever felt he either knows or wants to know Niko. And I think that’s probably Tottenham’s loss.

But Mirko Vucinic is a €25M rated striker and even the most ardent Niko fan will acknowledge this sounds pretty good! But will it happen? Can Spurs be the first club in the history of football to make one of these insane media deals actually come true? Good question. In this instance, let’s hope so.

 

 

 

 

There are two sides to every story, as they say. FC Barcelona is a great example of this.

Story 1 - a team of wonderfully gifted, athletic, highly skilled, incredibly hard working and well drilled players, augmented by the incredible Lionel Messi who lifts their football from the sublime to the ridiculously sublime. You can’t help but admire the way they try and play, attacking, more attacking, close passing, a high intensity pressing game and just a fantastic ability to unlock teams in the final third.

It’s a beautiful thing. Or it just be a beautiful thing, because now we have:

Story 2 – a team of inveterate cheats, conmen, divers, and actors who seek to gain advantage in the most unsporting way possible at all times. In Mascherano, Busquets and Dani Alves they have a trident of footballing flimflammers who showcase the very worst in the modern game. The slightest contact, or even none at all, and they go down, wailing, shrieking, crying, acting, trying to get their opponent booked or sent off.

You might call it clever play. It’s not. It’s shameful cheating, nothing less. And they’re not alone. I accept that Barcelona’s style of play invites challenges, they nick the ball away at the last second, but Xavi and Iniesta like a jump in the air. Pedro too. Puyol ‘uses his experience’. Or, to put it another way, he cheats. They all do it to some degree and they’re put to shame by Lionel Messi who must get kicked and fouled more than any footballer on the planet and most of the time tries to stay on his feet.

He’s not whiter than white, no professional player is, but often Messi gains an advantage by staying on his feet instead of going down clutching his face/knee/ankle as if he’d been pole-axed.

For me, this Barcelona team’s legacy is tainted by the cheating. You can play great football without diving, without pretending to be kicked when you weren’t, and the thing about it is that no matter how often we see replays of them engaging in this behaviour it doesn’t change.

So they don’t care that they cheat and that’s an insult to anyone, Barcelona fan or neutral, who loves what they do when they actually play football.

Observations from Old Trafford

Posted by Hogger On April - 12 - 2011 2 COMMENTS

Pea-shooter a deadly weapon
18 goals from 37 appearances would be more than good enough for Javier Hernandez in his first season in English football. When you factor in that of those 37 games, only 20 have been starts, his record become even more impressive. The fact that the Premier League’s top scorer, Dimitar Berbatov, has fallen behind Hernandez in the pecking order speaks volumes for the Mexican’s potential.

It could get worse for Torres…
…in the short-term. Ultimately, it will get better. Form is temporary, but class is permanent, and there’s no doubting the Spaniard has that in bags. Last night, however, he seemed to crumble under the weight of expectation. Not only was Chelsea’s entire season in the balance, but the fact he hasn’t yet scored in blue is clearly strung about his neck like an obese albatross, and judging by his impact as a sub Didier Drogba would almost certainly have been a better bet. Not even facing his favoured opponent Nemanja Vidic could revive the Spaniard. I suspect we may not see the best of Torres until United have the title in the bag too and the pressure is well and truly off. Only then he can he concentrate fully on integrating in to the side.

It’s too soon to sack Ancelotti
If you believe some of the rumours on Fleet Street, not even a victory last night could save Carlo Ancelotti’s job. I have to say, I find the idea of sacking a manager who won the double in his first season after a solitary trophyless campaign ridiculous. Ancelotti has experience of reigniting ageing sides at Milan. There have been signs in recent weeks that he’s capable of doing just the same at Chelsea.

This “average” United side could win a treble
I have to admit I’ve been waiting all season long for this United side to come a-cropper. Now they’re odds-on to win the Premier League, and in the semi-finals of both the FA Cup and Champions League. It’s a huge testament to a winning mentality instilled in the culture of the club by the manager. If he is able to claim all three prizes once more, 12 years after the Nou Camp, would Alex Ferguson finally decide to go out on a high?

Ray Wilkins ‘we’

Posted by Last man back On April - 5 - 2011 7 COMMENTS

One has to be careful when the saying the title of this post out loud lest somebody assume you were talking about Butch’s urine.

Anyway, it’s half-time in Madrid and Spurs are 1-0 down. Co-commentating with Alan Parry, Ray Wilkins has referred to Spurs constantly as ‘we’. Yes, Ray Wilkins who played for Chelsea, Man United, Milan, Rangers and QPR. The Ray Wilkins who made a grand total of no appearances for them. The Ray Wilkins who was assistant manager of Chelsea. Who are supposed to hate Tottenham.

It was ‘we’ this. ‘We’ that. Yet then, as everyone was asking ‘Why the fuck is Ray Wilkins referring to Spurs as we?’ he told us.

“I say ‘we’ as an Englishman”.

Ahh, that’s ok. So when Ray Wilkins refers to ‘we’ he’s talking about the good English team. The one with all those Englishmen in the starting line-up.

All three of them. Ignore the Brazilians, French, Croatians, Welsh etc. Nice to see Sky replace a lecherous misogynist with a jingoistic nationalist.

Talk about equal opportunities.

The Ballad Of Neil Lennon

Posted by lordofthewing On March - 18 - 2011 10 COMMENTS

“Neil’s keeping a low profile.” murmured Johan Mjallby last Friday to an assorted press pack before Celtic’s – postponed – Scottish Cup tie with Inverness.

Even before the one-sided “Battle Of Parkhead” Lennon had taken to sending his hulking Swedish assistant, or Alan Thompson his affable Geordie first team coach, to conduct media duties.  Why? Most managers would be revelling in their teams relative successes. Especially successes which have seen you out gun your main rivals in the league then dump them out the main domestic cup.

No, Lennon has taken police advice. In the last month he has been woken in the middle of the night by Strathclyde Police three times to be moved to a safe house after credible death threats were received. Numerous internet boards and facebook pages have threads or groups asking for information on his whereabouts so he can be killed or suggesting ways how he can be killed.

Bullets have been posted to him. He is now under 24 hour Police guard.

He probably feels safer sitting in the stand Neil Lennon Johann Mjallbyand though that was enforced – he is current serving a 4 match ban which was recently increased to 8 – the police might have instructed him to do this anyway. Lots of wide open spaces on the touchline.

At the recent Old Firm summit, a sickening political photo opportunity masquerading as a purposeful meeting, this was not one of the main agenda items. The Scottish press report but will not condemn the treatment that the Celtic manager is receiving.

Rangers, who the guys issuing these threats are linked with, have been silent also.

The issue is being skirted around because the general feeling that is that Lennon has been passionate, over the top, and mouthy – so basically he deserves this treatment.

In my numerous years watching the game, I have seen Ferguson, Wenger, Muhrinho, Bruce, Pardews and other assorted touchline ranters behave worse than Lennon. I’ve seen them defend their team to the hilt and question perceived injustices. Squaring up to other managers? Aye, tick that box also.

Have they received death threats?

Lennon reveled in his status as hate figure when he was a player. He has done things that he shouldn’t be proud of and I’m sure he isn’t proud of them. His niggling, jack russell round the ankles pest type style of play, added to an unbelievable desire to win was fueled by his perceived image.

He was never a dirty player. He was prone to the odd hot-headed outburst but it’s never been questioned why he was found so despicable that EVERYONE bar the Celtic support in Scotland hated him. The party line was it’s his manner and the way he plays.

Over the years there have been more loathsome men to take to the pitch in Scotland than him. In the last 10 years only three players have been roundly abused in every ground they have visited. Lennon, Aiden McGeady and El Hadji Doiuf. I’ll let you spot the odd one out.

The Old Firm last week got the blame for Scotland’s social problems. Domestic violence, drink abuse and sectarian behaviour was all laid squarely on the doorstep of the clubs. I suppose it’s easier to blame others than take a good look at yourself and ask what can we do to stop this. Firstly let’s start addressing the main issue.

Why does Scotland hate Neil Lennon? There’s a prize for the correct answer.

The Lord of the Wing can be found at The Celtic Blog.

Bayern and the away goal that isn’t

Posted by Hogger On February - 24 - 2011 6 COMMENTS

The away goal is one of football’s most precious commodities. I remember when United were trailing 3-0 to Real Madrid in 2003. When Ruud van Nistelrooy netted a last minute strike to reduce the deficit, Clive Tylesdley’s joyous shouts of “AWAY GOAL!!!” made you think the Dutchman had converted a clincher rather than a consolation.

As it happened, United went on to get hammered in the second leg too. But Tyldesley was probably still running around the room after Van Nistelrooy’s effort: Away goals have taken on disproportionate significance in European football.

Last night, in a rematch of 2010′s final, Bayern Munich celebrated a 1-0 win at the San Siro thanks to a late late goal from Mario Gomez. After the game, manager Louis van Gaal was bullish about his team’s result. And, of course, that extra bonus: the “away goal”:

“It was a very good game, very attractive and everyone can be happy with the game, it was fun. It must have pleased everyone who watched it. Of course we have a better chance of progressing now because we scored an away goal.”

Whilst Gomez has most certainly scored a goal, and one away from home at that, it comes without the mythical properties that make the ‘away goal’ so valued: it cannot decide the tie. Their is no possible result in the second leg that can allow the ‘awayness’ of Gomez’s goal to prove decisive. It is, sad to say, merely a ‘goal’. Sorry Louis.

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Thanks to @Marcotti for bringing to light this strangest of reactions

It’s symptomatic of football at the moment that every good performance somehow opens a door to a potential transfer. At least in the eyes of the press.

As we all know, regardless of who you support, every transfer window means your team will be linked with countless players. The bigger the team the more players you’ll be close to ‘swooping’ for. And not just regular swooping. ‘Sensational’ swooping. Or ‘shock’ swooping. That’s if they’re not busily engaging in ‘battle’ with another club over that player.

And mostly, and when I say mostly I mean 99% of the time, there’s about as much truth the story as there is in a politician’s explanation as to where he got that cash he keeps in his safe. Yeah, yeah, your friends had a whip around. You won it on a horse. Pffff.

So when Jack Wilshere played outstandingly well against Barcelona the natural consequence of that that is to be linked with a move to Spain. Forget that he’s just broken into the Arsenal first team. Forget that he’s yet to reach 50 first team appearances. Forget that he’s a young player who still has a lot to learn. Let’s whack out some lazy transfer nonsense.

To his credit Pep Guardiola laughed it off, saying:

He is a great player – a great player for Arsenal. And in any case Arsène Wenger doesn’t sell his best players.

Well, Arsene Wenger does sell his best players but only when he chooses. And the idea that just months after seeing off Barcelona’s attempts to bring in Cesc Fabregas he’d sell the finest English talent the club has produced in years is just staggeringly nonsensical.

I know there’s not much to it, and it was probably a question asked of Guardiola, but that the question was even asked says a lot. And while it’s easy to point fingers at the media, the fans who devour transfer tittle-tattle help provide the market for it.

It’s a symbiotic relationship, each feeding off the other, and each quite willing to point the finger rather than accept their part in it. “We don’t create the demand”, say the papers. “We only read it coz it’s in the papers”, say the fans. Anyway, the point is, in a world full of transfer rubbish, Wilshere to Barcelona is as rubbish as it gets.

Until 2021 when Wenger lets Wilshere and Fabregas go, Overmars/Petit style, for a combined €240m fee.

Just watching the Old Firm derby and, as expected, the Senegalese striker is getting plenty of stick from the Celtic fans.

However, to be fair to Diouf, while certainly a thoroughly dislikable person and footballer, he isn’t the worst thing in the world. Here’s our list of 10 things worse than El Hadji Diouf.

1 – Cancer

2 – Having to eat your own poo

3 – Being trampled by elephants wearing Doc Martens

4 – A weeping, pus filled boil on your helmet

5 - Giving your dad a blow job

6 - Phil Collins

7 – A snot pie with a spunk crust

8 – The quality of the football in this Old Firm game

9 – Adam Sandler’s movies

10 - This list because there’s nothing fucking worse than El Hadji Diouf.

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