Mind games the Man City way

After all this time I’ve finally found out what it is a Football development executive does. Patrick Vieira, having aquired legendary status at City in his 28 appearances for the club is also an ambassador for MCFC and after his recent his recent pronouncements on supposed favourable treatment that United get from referees, then not only is he not the best footballing ambassador in Manchester (undoubtedly Bobby Charlton by the way), he’s not even the best footballing ambassador at City. In that, he’d have to take second place of two behind the generously beaked Mike Sumerbee. After Summerbee’s performance on SKY Sports after last season’s Old Trafford derby game, that takes some doin

In some ways, it must be hard being Vieira. He was undoubtedly a fine midfielder who just had the misfortune to spend almost his entire career in England being in the magisterial Roy Keane’s shadow. He scored the winning penalty against United in the 2005 FA Cup final but he also had two of the most humiliating episodes of his career against United too. The first one was the sloppy ball he played to Ryan Giggs in the FA Cup semi final replay. It lead to a goal in which one City fan once told me with a straight face, was the most overrated goal he’d ever seen. The best one though wasn’t even on the field of play, it was in the narrow tunnel of Highbury in February 2005 when he tried laying down the law with Gary Neville outside the vistors changing room. From the room, steps a seething Roy Keane who went roaring all kinds of threats to him down the tunnel leading to that famous footage of Vieira shaking like a gagging alcoholic. United won that match 4-2 and even though Vieira scored the first goal, Arsenal’s talismanic leader of men had lost them the match before it had even begun.

Now, we’re at the so called business end of the season, squeaky bum time and all that palaver. It’s time for the so called mind games. Roberto Mancini, obviously a likeable and decent bloke clearly dosen’t want to get his hands dirty with the barbed comments at press conferences, interviews etc. Collyhurst lad Brian Kidd, unlike Mark Hughes, dosen’t want to burn his bridges at Old Trafford so he won’t get involved, he’ll just do what he’s known and respected round the world for and be a good coach. Boyhood red David Platt, a dear friend of Roberto Mancini since they played in the same Sampdoria side in 1993 is generally doing the media duties for Mancini after an adverse result. After City were beaten by Everton in early February, Roberto Mancini when interviewed on television after that game was visibly upset at how the night had worked out.

Over the last week or so, it’s become clear that City have decided to adopt a novel approach to the end season mind games,  a kind of bad cop to Mancini’s good cop routine. The ambassadorial Patrick Viera last week made a comment about United’s apparent desperation in bringing Paul Scholes out of retirement (incidentally another midfielder who was/is STILL better than Vieira). We can all see the wisdom in Vieira’s remarks because Scholes has been a disaster since ending his 6 month sabbatical hasn’t he ? Still, he’s every right to say what he thinks but if that remark coupled with his hilariously misguided interview with the BBC’s Dan Roan is anything to go by then Vieira has yet again picked a fight with a figure at Old Trafford that’s going to make him look stupid. As his newly sought nemesis would say laughingly in his Govan accent, dearie me.

Slapstick Tension At The Theatre Of Dreams – Manchester 26th of March 2012

It comes to something when the best bit of ball control I saw all night was when Fulham manager, Martin Jol, trapped the ball just in front of his team bench when it had been hoofed out for a throw, about 75 minutes in. This was a ponderous, nervous and pensive performance from United. I’m just hoping United have got their traditional piss poor performance out of the way for the title run in. A better team than Fulham would’ve punished United tonight. Fulham themselves nearly did punish United. Due to an incorrect penalty call from the referee in the last minute when Michael Carrick tripped Danny Murphy in the United penalty area, they would have probably done, especially with Danny Murphy’s scoring reord at Old Trafford. Though it was a definite penalty, I ain’t gonna feel too guilty about it. When Newcastle were given a penalty incorrectly at Old Trafford by a dickhead linesman called John Flynn just before last Christmas, our stopfordian neighbours were sagely and philosophically telling us that he’s only human, bound to make mistakes (they sounded uncannily like Phil Oakey when they were saying it). I’m sure City fans Cheshirewide will be just as dignified about tonights refereeing error.

United last played Fulham at Craven Cottage just prior to Christmas. That night they ran rampant. With United leading 3-0 by half an hour, the game was over and the twelve days of Cantona got a healthy and loud rendition from the travelling United masses that night, before United ended up winnng 5-0. I make reference to Uniteds travelling support that cold December night as tonight, I found out by the twitter feed of the UWS editor Andy Mitten that Fulham had sold 320 tickets for tonights match. Now I know that Monday night football is a pain in the arse for anybody who’s got to travel more than 80/100 miles, in fact f!ck it, Monday night football’s a nuiscance all round but even taking all that into account, an away following of 320 has got to be the worst I’ve seen since Norwich took up a single pen in the scoreboard terrace in the mid 1980s. The Fulham fans that had turned up were quick to reel off the tedious chant of supporting their local team. That’s probably true, what there’s absolutely no doubt about is that they’re only supported locally too.

After a start that saw plenty of United possesion but sloppy final balls and finishing, Wayne Rooney calmed an increasingly nervous home crowd on 42 minutes scoring from a clever cross from Jonny Evans. With that boost coming just before half time, United did plenty more of the same sloppy football in the second half. There’s some big imposing lads in that Fulham team but while Rio Ferdinand and Jonny Evan dealt with them generally well, the ball was going out to the flanks for Damian Duff far too much in the second half. It also helped that David De Gea is dealing with crosses with far more assertion and confidence than he was earlier in the season.

 

There was three minutes added time to tonights match, it felt a hell of a lot longer. It wasn’t as if Fulham ever laid any sustained pressure on United’s goal, but the tension was almost unbearable. The cheer at the final whistle was a guttural roar of relief, the season run in has now begun in earnest…

An argument for the moving of away fans to the United Road third tier

There was a time when opposition fans were too scared to come to Old Trafford in any significant numbers due to the knowledge that United fans were famously inhospitable towards visiting supporters. If you ever watch a re-played United match from the 1970s on ESPN classic or ITV4, that was played at Old Trafford, you’ll notice that when the opposition score, there’s virtual silence in the ground. Friends of mine who remember Old Trafford in the 1970s say that while the football wasn’t to the standard we’re used to nowadays, the atmosphere at for United home games was collosal.

Entrance turnstiles to the Stretford End, circa 1980s, this must be just pre kick off as there’s no que

I went to my first United match in March 1981, it was a 2-1 victory against a championship challenging Ipswich Town who were managed by the late Bobby Robson. I became an Old Trafford regular in season 82/82 and one the first things I noticed was when the oposition scored, there’d be a tiny pocket of supporters on the Scoreboard terrace just below J & K stands celebrating. In them days, the only teams that would bring any decent amount of travelling support would be Liverpool, City, Newcastle United and Sunderland. The likes of Arsenal, Tottenham or Everton would bring good numbers if their teams were doing well otherwise, they’d be lucky to fill out two pens on the scoreboard terrace (1500 approx). I remember the atmosphere at Old Trafford in them days being lively due to the  fact that people and more importantly, kids, could pay £1.10 on the gate of the Stretford End terrace, £1.30 on the Stretford End seats (E stand) or the Stretford End Paddock which cost £1.20. You had to be at the ground for 1PM at the very latest or you weren’t getting in. It didn’t really matter who United were playing, the atmosphere would build up over the two hours preceeding the match so when the teams emerged from the old tunnel in the middle of the main stand, the ground would be rocking. Nowadays, the ground is normally 4/5s empty half an hour before kick off so unless United are playing Liverpool or City, the atmosphere is more subdued.

A packed Stretford End

Stretford End pre match in the early 1980s, notice how it’s full while the C & D stand on it’s right hand side are virtually empty

When Martin O’Neill took over as Aston Villa manager in the summer of 2006, one of the first things he decreed was that the away fans should be moved from Witton End of the ground and into the Witton Lane stand, left pitchside to where the away fans used to be. At Newcastle, away fans are that high up in the stand that I swear you can nearly see Scotland on a clear day at the Sports Direct Arena (touché). At Goodison Park, opposing fans were moved from the Park End many years ago and placed into the Upper Bullens stand. I can reel off a whole host of examples but the main point is, when these changes were made, supporters of the respective clubs weren’t lamenting the re-organisation as the death knell of the grounds atmosphere. The whole reason for these changes was to give the home fans the premium seat in the ground.

There’s an experiment taking place next month at Old Trafford for the United home match against Aston Villa where, the visiting fans are going to be placed into the top tier of the United road/North/Sir Alex Ferguson stand. Recently I’ve heard what I believe to be a lot of melodramatic nonsense about the adverse affects that this experiment and it’s probable end result is going to have on the atmosphere at Old Trafford. A lot of matchgoing reds that I like and respect are saying that it’s going to ruin the atmosphere at Old Trafford. The first thing I noticed was the concern over the demise of the self celebrated K-Stand top left. From where I sit in the old B-Stand (South stand) I see pockets of reds in the K top left making gestures and shouting retorts to opposing fans but the devastating wit and repartee that I’m always reading about in UWS is inaudible to me 100 yards away.

The other thing about the worry of the adverse affect on the Old Trafford atmosphere is the belief that opposing fans provide some sort of bouncing post to a great atmosphere at Old Trafford. To me, that is absolute bollocks . When the atmosphere was bouncing in the stretty in the 1980s and the opposing fans that had bothered turning up were at the opposite end of the ground, what was the provocateur for the atmosphere then if we’re so reliant on them being in close proximity ? What about when United played Barcelona in 1984 and the atmosphere was like nothing I heard before or since ? There must’ve been a maximum of 50 Barca fans in the stadium that night. It’s actually quite embarassing that United fans claim to need opposing fans nearby to rouse an atmosphere. Apart from showing a lack of imagination, something I’ve always believed United fans have had in abundance, can anybody tell me what inspiration a load of wooden heads like fans of Stoke, Wigan or Blackburn Rovers provide to creating a good atmosphere ?

Wanderers thrown to the wolves by rampant reds – Costa Blanca, 18th of March 2012

I´d booked myself on a flight to Alicante this weekend and watched the United – Wolves match in the Stretford End bar in Benidorm. The night before, I´d watched on television, an imperious performance from Barcelona as they made light work of beating Sevilla. Later on I heard of a classic case of after the lord mayor´s show as Athletic Club Bilbao lost 3-0 at home due to a Roberto Soldado hat trick, against Valencia. Whilst los leones of Bilbao are obviously suffering a hangover from their euphoric performances against the reds, United picked up from where they left off after last Sundays 2-0 victory against Wolves nearby rivals, West Brom. I was taking nothing for granted before this game. Sure United should beat them but United lost here last season and the last time United entered a game with me expecting a cricket score was the debacle against Blackburn Rovers on New Years Eve. I needn´t have woried though, this Wolves team are competely devoid of any confidence and morale.

United fans in the Steve Bull stand at Molineux (photograph courtesy of Pete Garton)

After a couple of agonising near misses, in particular one from Henrnandez in the 10th minute, Jonny Evans scored his first ever goal for United on 21 minutes after a Wayne Rooney corner was cleverly played across the six yard line by Michael Carrick, who left Evans a virtually empty net to place the ball into. It was a long overdue and well deserved first goal for the Belfast lad who understandably celebrated the goal with the same vigour that bookmakers up and down the land will have done.

Seven minutes later, in the absence of the hamstrung Karl Henry, Ronald Zubar took it upon himself to be the Wolves hardman with a tackle so late on Wayne Rooney that it nearly took place in Wolves next game. I thought he was lucky to get away with just a booking. Thirteen minutes later he committed a similar and totally unnecesary foul on Danny Welbeck on the touchline that would have sluggers and sloggers from Hough End cringing in how poor a challenge it was. With his sending off, any tenuous hopes that Wolves had of getting any kind of result from this game went out of the window. In the next five minutes, United scored twice to kill the game before half time. Antonio Valencia scored on 44 minutes with a goal that reminded me of Andrei Kanchelskis in it´s run up and execution. The referee signalled three minutes of first half injury time and in the second of them three minutes, Danny Welbeck finished the game off as a contest.

Danny Welbeck celebrates putting United 3-0 up (photograph courtesy of Pete Garton)

As well as United going four points clear having played a game more, Two goals  from Javier Hernandez in five minutes, early in the second half also half also helped reduce City´s superior goal difference down to three. With half an hour to go and United 5-0 up, United shuffled the team around bringing Fabio on for Patrice Evra and Chris Smalling for Jonny Evans. Wolves fans, playing the lovable and loyal underdog card that fans of shit teams play when they´re getting slaughtered and with all the imagination that people from the Black country are not known for started doing the Mexican wave. They only woke up once United went 4-0 up singing “we can see you sneaking out” at United fans whilst they themselves were trailing the exodus out of Molineux (some sort of reverse psychology humour). My favourite was when they chirped up with “You only scored five, how shit must you be…” to the tune of Sloop John B. United fans, as so often the case this season away from home were subdued with pockets of fans trying to make an atmosphere and blocks and rows of arm folders watching the massacre unfold.

David de Gea watching the grass grow at Molineux (photograph courtesy of Pete Garton)

Barcelona, 1000 miles and unknown light years away from Manchester United

United were running Barcelona ragged in the first 10 minutes of the Champions League final in Rome; a lethal Cristiano Ronaldo free kick had been parried by Barca keeper Victor Valdes and Ji Sung Park put the follow up over the bar. A shoot-on-sight policy had Barcelona desperately backpeddling, two more shots from Ronaldo in that period were scrambled away.

A Cristiano Ronaldo free kick in the first minute creates chaos in the Barcelona penalty area

There was great confidence amongst Reds that night, before the match kicked off. United had a fantastic side who’d just won the title against Liverpool and were in tip top form after a wee stumble following a heavy defeat at Old Trafford to Liverpool two months prior. A spellbinding performance of counter attacking football at the Emirates stadium, three weeks before this match, had ascertained that United were in peak form leading up to this game. Barcelona had played Chelsea in the semi final, qualifying for the final via the away goals rule after an injury time equaliser at Stamford Bridge from Andrés Iniesta had knocked Chelsea out after a bad tempered match. I saw nothing from Barcelona over those two legs that I thought that United should worry too much about. They were obviously a good side but United had beaten a Barcelona side of virtually the same personnel a year earlier in the semi final.

Ji Sung Park seizes on a Kieron Gibbs mistake at the Emirates stadium in May 2009

Ten minutes into the 2009 final, against the run of play and after successive mistakes by Michael Carrick and Nemanja Vidic, Samuel Eto’o scored from close distance on Edwin Van Der Sar’s near post to put Barca 1-0 up. We weren’t to know it then but everything changed after that goal. A previously nervous and pensive Barcelona side had suddenly got their confidence after that lucky break and started to take control of the game. Whilst there wasn’t constant pressure on United’s goal, Barca were comfortably the better team and when Lionel Messi was granted a free header by a sleeping Rio Ferdinand in the 69th minute to put Barca 2-0 in front, the game was up. Over the years, we’ve all seen United come back from impossible positions to gloriously win/draw games that they had no right to. The main difference in Rome 2009 was that this was probably the first time I’d ever seen United so comprehensively outclassed. United didn’t play too badly when they had the ball, it’s just that Barcelona were unplayable. I’ve sometimes wondered what would’ve happened if Ronaldo would have scored in that first ten minutes. Barca would’ve probably have panicked, playing right into United’s hands and I believe (obviously hypothetically) that United would have won the match. One thing I knew at the final whistle of that match was that I’d just seen a pretty special side beat United.

Lionel Messi puts Barcelona 2-0 up in Rome, May 2009

Soon after the 2009 Champions League final, to nobody’s surprise, Cristiano Ronaldo was sold to Real Madrid for £80,000,000. The most disappointing thing for me that close season was not Ronaldo’s departure but the loss of Carlos Tevez, a player who at that time I believed to be one of the best centre forwards in the world, to a suddenly flush Manchester City. In came Antonio Valencia from Wigan Athletic, Michael Owen on a free transfer from relegated Newcastle United, the fast but useless Gabriel Obertan from Bordeaux and the dreadful Mame Biram Diouf from Norwegian side Molde. This was the summer where Glazernomics truly kicked in and suddenly, all the Give ’em a chance  and Let’s wait and see advocates of apathy four years previously, were finally seeing what Sean Bones and Andy Walsh were frantically warning them about in 2005.

The following season, United surrendered the title to Chelsea, losing the league by one point whilst Carlos Tevez was on the East side of town scoring goals from lost causes and winning nothing. Whatever anybody thinks or says about Carlos Tevez, nobody is going to tell me that United wouldn’t have won the title without him in the side in 2010. United were knocked out of the Champions League by a good but unspectacular Bayern Munich side. This is where United had some stinking luck. In Munich, loss of concentration from Patrice Evra in the last minute where Bayern scored a winner and a badly twisted ankle for Wayne Rooney, which neutered him for the rest of the season, made the loss of Carlos Tevez all the more keenly felt. At that point, Michael Owen had been ruled out injured until August with a groin strain and the talented but unpredictable Dimtar Berbatov was suffering a savage loss of form and confidence.

Wayne Rooney picks up ankle injury in the Alianz Arena, Munich

The lack of firepower available to United was compounded in the second leg against Bayern when Sir Alex Ferguson started with a badly injured Wayne Rooney and left a fully fit Dimitar Berbatov on the bench. The gamble looked to have paid off when United raced into a 3-0 lead before Michael Carrick dawdled to allow Ivica Olic to sneak in a goal for a Bayern goal just before half time. A naive foul by Rafael on Frank Ribbery in the 50th minute, which earned him a red card, ensured a long second half in store for United.

Rafael Da Silva croppedRafael sent off by referee Nicola Rizzoli in the 50th minute

United couldn’t hold out. On 74 minutes, Arjen Robben made it 3-2 on the night and United went out on away goals. Four days before Bayern Munich came to Old Trafford, Chelsea had deservedly won 2-1 at Old Trafford, which put them in the driving seat for the title run in. They didn’t relinquish. The season 2009/2010 ended so anticlimatically that most people had forgotten that United had won the League Cup, against Aston Villa at Wembley on February 28th.

The summer of 2010 was the close season where Sir Alex Ferguson infamously said that there was no value in the market, when asked what the Ronaldo money was being spent on . This despite spending £7,000,000 (approx) on a player that he’d never personally seen, the now notorious Tiago Manuel Dias Correia, better known as Bébé. a pretty ordinary United side didn’t lose a League or European match until early February where they lost 2-1 to Wolves. An average Chelsea side won the double on 2010 and this was followed by (in my opinion) the weakest United team since 1991 winning the title and also getting to the Champions League final, which was played at Wembley.

A follically liberated Wayne Rooney seals the title for United in May 2011

Like 2009, United started the 2011 Champions League final at Wembley on the front foot with a very aggressive start to the game. The only thing was, for all United’s traditionally English blood and thunder begining, it actually put me in mind of Ricky Hatton’s fight against Floyd Mayweather Jnr where he fought hard with all his might but didn’t actually leave a scratch on him. In the 34th minute, Wayne Rooney equalised Pedro Eliezer Rodríguez Ledesma’s goal seven minutes earlier to somehow send United in level at half time. This Barcelona team, as great as they are, were not invincible. Arsenal came back from behind to beat them in the first leg of the last 16, three months earlier. With Rooneys equaliser I was hoping that United might gain some momentum from this bit of luck and put Barcelona on the back foot. I realised early in the second half this wasn’t the case. Lionel Messi put Barca 2-1 up on 54 minutes and David Villa finished the scoring off on 69 minutes. This was probably the most humane hammering I’ve ever seen dished out. That United only lost 3-1 was a relief. Before the match, I came across many Reds who thought United could win the game (myself included) but I didn’t come across a single United fan who thought United would win the game. Since the 2009 match in Rome, Barcelona had improved as a side. Not even the most blindly loyal or gullible of United fans would say that United had.

Fernando Amorebieta marshals Ashley Young in the Estadio San Mamés last night

United’s main outfield inbound transfers of the 2011 close season, Ashley Young and Phil Jones, with the greatest respect to them, didn’t fill me with confidence that United had come close to bridging the gap with Barcelona. In this seasons European campaign, United have only beaten Otelul Galati at home and they were one of the worst sides I’ve ever seen at Old Trafford. What I wasn’t banking on though was United being outclassed twice by Athletic Bilbao, a side that, on present position, are unlikely to qualify for next years Champions League. Sir Alex Ferguson’s laughable claim on Valentines Day that United “have got the ambition to compete with Barcelona and Real Madrid and I don’t feel we’re that far away from them” should have instead been made on April the 1st