Well, it’s not been great. Should we just focus on the good times, then?
It’s not been easy to put together the not-bad things of the season just gone, but there are a few that stand out: David Moyes’ reckless – or pioneering? – use of his official Manchester United mouse mat, the 4-1 opening day win over Swansea, Robin van Persie’s triumphant celebration against Arsenal, Danny Welbeck’s goalscoring form over Christmas, the sight of Tom Cleverley and Alex Buttner standing over a free-kick in the Cup, the fans in general, Anderson leaving in January, Juan Mata and David de Gea’s burgeoning friendship, like an old photo of a young couple kissing amidst the wreckage of war, Juan Mata’s blog, Steven Gerrard hitting the post and missing out on an Old Trafford hat-trick, and United’s brilliant and baffling away form.
And here are some other highlights:
Januzaj vs. Sunderland
There was very much a thirst for Adnan Januzaj’s full debut before Adnan Januzaj’s actual full debut, so impressive was he in pre-season and in his early cameos from the bench. What had excited fans was just how much his youthful enthusiasm was complemented by genuine talent. That burst of pace from deep, the willingness to take on defenders, a few decent crosses … is he really a Manchester United winger?
Despite all of this, nobody could have seriously predicted the evening’s events at Sunderland (not to make this sound like Januzaj had a Cantona moment in the stands). United were even more atrocious as usual, and probably didn’t even deserve Januzaj’s rescue act with all the freebies they offered their hosts. Fortunately, Sunderland were kind enough to score just one, allowing Januzaj his moment. His first was fairly straightforward, converting a low Patrice Evra cross, but a goal wasn’t exactly inevitable. United, with Wayne Rooney and Robin van Persie as sluggish as they’ve ever been, were not really creating chances. As it was, Januzaj, not for the last time, was United’s only real performer. His teammates sought him every time they picked up the ball, and the Belgian himself showed a few good touches coming from the flanks (“a few good touches” is the thing people absolutely rave about). He was the only player that looked like he could win the game: and so he did, hitting a spectacular left-footed volley from a tricky angle. Having scored what eventually turned out to be the winner, his celebration was not as muted this time. Nor was it for relieved fans, who had it confirmed that the boy was a star.
Just before his side took on Manchester United in the Champions League Round of 16, Olympiakos coach Míchel González revealed that he likes Wayne Rooney, Robin van Persie and Adnan Januzaj. According to him, these were “good players”. Weeks earlier, also in preparation for United, Arsenal Wenger commented on the “quality they have going forward”, mentioning Van Persie, Juan Mata and Januzaj.
There’s a lot of sense in picking out players based on reputation, as we might find with someone like Van Persie. For those in a position not as privileged, say, in their debut season, standing still does not do. And Adnan Januzaj certainly doesn’t, impressing both more than expected at this stage and, tellingly, when others haven’t. It’s a pretty great achievement, despite how poor United have been, that Januzaj has ended his first season as among the main men.
With all that talent, the fact that he’s still very young figures a lot less with how he’s perceived. Look at how Hull’s Steve Bruce put it, after another stunning Januzaj performance, perhaps his best since Sunderland away: “It can’t be dark times when you have got someone like Januzaj,” said Bruce, probably cursing Stephen Quinn under his breath. “He’s only 18 and looks like a real player. In Januzaj, for me, they have got the outstanding player in Europe at the moment.” He is the season’s highlight.
Bruce has got one thing wrong, though: he’s 19. Where does the time go?
5-0 vs. Leverkusen
Though PSG would later expose Bayer Leverkusen as simply not good enough for the big stage, United’s thrashing of the Germans remains their most satisfying performance. David Moyes’ side played quick attacking football in the middle of an injury crisis, with Wayne Rooney, Nani and Shinji Kagawa all delivering. The win was a welcome break from all the losing and drawing, as Moyes continued to make a decent account of himself in Europe. Just let him have this.
The signing of Juan Mata in January admittedly represented a bit of a false dawn, as many quickly realised (or it simply reinforced their view) that United’s problems went deeper. By then, the hope was a top four finish: but a lack of summer investment, the failure to find a style that suits and a manager not ready for the job would continue to hurt United’s chances. Still: who didn’t get swept up in it all? Moyes’ confidence-sapping observation that United needed “five or six world-class players”, not just a few, had a lot of truth in it. Mata was one of those, and perhaps an indication that others would follow. Or maybe not, but there was the immediate promise of seeing a player whose quality was at the level the club could definitely do with. At season’s end, he was United’s third most productive player in goals and assists, despite being somewhere else for half of it.
3-0 vs. Olympiakos
Of course, the disastrous nature of the first leg meant that winning 3-0 was the minimum expectation, and yet it felt great. United were able to string passes together this time, nobody got in Robin van Persie’s way as he grabbed a hat-trick and Ryan Giggs and David de Gea put in delightful contributions. None, though, were as good as Marouane Fellaini’s, where his stunning time-wasting abilities helped ease all fears and send United into the quarters.
Evra’s goal at Bayern
While it probably wasn’t better than Wayne Rooney’s long-distance goal at West Ham, it was certainly better than Wayne Rooney’s long-distance goal at West Ham. The 73 seconds that followed Patrice Evra’s strike (before Bayern’s equaliser) were among the best 73 seconds in football history, as you’d imagine when a proper fans’ favourite scores the best goal of his career in the biggest game of a difficult season.
It helped that nobody saw a United goal coming – and that nobody saw Evra coming. Antonio Valencia knocked in what looked to be a wayward cross, until Evra suddenly appeared in view. He was ready to hit from the sort of range that many, typically anything other than goalscorers, fancy but whack over the bar. Except it went under. And then there was only euphoria.
When Rooney’s effort was preferred at the end-of-year awards, Evra said, in jest, but very much with truth, that he didn’t “understand why I didn’t win. For a defender it is one of the best goals I’ll ever score.” If people like their goals with context, Evra’s wins all of the awards.
David Moyes’ sacking
Celebrating the loss of someone’s job is a pretty bad thing, many would agree. But, well, you know. It’s just the relief, after months and months of frustration, that makes it.
If David Moyes had gone in September, few would have celebrated it. Obviously, because it wouldn’t have made any sense. That would have been unpleasant, unprofessional and unpopular. Same for October. And pretty much November. He’d have lost a lot of sympathy by December, but still. There’s time. January: well, this isn’t good. February: we all sort of want it, don’t we? March: he should definitely go. Why hasn’t he gone yet? April: why is still he-yes!
It was also a relief because it wasn’t that inevitable. It seemed the only reason to keep him around is that sacking him would have been an embarrassment the club hadn’t prepared for. And that’s a pretty huge reason.
Look: the amount he received in compensation would be enough to quit all our jobs.
Giggs takes charge
The best thing about Ryan Giggs taking charge at Manchester United was the understanding that it was temporary. With four games remaining and little to play for, it was all joy and nothing else: we didn’t have to worry about the job being too big for the Welshman. Not immediately, anyway. Coupled with the sight of Nicky Butt and Paul Scholes as coaches (and Phil Neville), we all realised that, clichéd as it almost certainly sounds, things could genuinely be so much worse. In any case, we could savour it now – and worry later.
David de Gea
Was good at not making it worse for Manchester United and won some awards for it. That’s alright.
A lot of those who absolutely resent everything about the most successful club in England would baulk at the idea of ‘The United Way’, and fair enough. That’s expected. But any fan who wants to attach something magical to his/her club is entitled to, and encouraged to. A bit of culture is always good, after all, especially in the increasingly stale football world. So when James Wilson and Tom Lawrence were selected for the season’s penultimate game against Hull City, fans were understandably excited. As they might be.
20-year-old Lawrence looked confident throughout, playing on the left-hand side in what, sort-of-fittingly, might have been Ryan Giggs’ last at Old Trafford. It was, of course, all about Wilson. Though another teenager of 18 had already scored two goals in a debut (of sorts), it’s doubtful whether Wilson would change anything about how his day went. A couple of assured finishes and a win – who could hate on that?
It was David Moyes’ highlight. It was therefore everyone’s highlight.
Pointless – and selected – Player Ratings: David de Gea 9; Rafael N/A (he is, quite frankly, above something so trivial (especially if any rating would reflect badly upon him)), Smalling 5 (he’s a centre-back), Jones 5, Evans 6, Ferdinand 3, Vidic 5, Evra 4, Buttner 5 (ffs); Carrick 4, Cleverley 2, Fellaini 4, Januzaj 9, Valencia 4, Young 3, Kagawa 5, Mata 7; Rooney 7, Van Persie 7, Welbeck 7, Hernandez 5. That was fairly pointless – and wrong (almost certainly wrong).
Words to hold close: “Hug” – Juan Mata, various.
Questions worth asking: Why? Why?
Reasons to be cheerful: Louis van Gaal. In almost any situation, Louis van Gaal.
A final thought: Let’s forget about it all. Listen. Come closer. It never happened. It will shock you how much David Moyes’ one season in charge at Manchester United never happened.
An edited version of this piece appears in the Republik of Mancunia 2013/14 Season Review, which you can buy HERE on a pay-what-you-want basis. All proceeds go to Macmillan Wellbeing Centre Trafford. Good cause and all that.
Sir Alex Ferguson loves horses. He’s also a metaphors man. (Probably.) So it’s no surprise that he’d mentioned Devon Loch, both horse and metaphor, a few times in managerial career. Devon Loch is, for those that stumble upon something interesting and think “yeah, here’s something I could use to introduce a piece of writing one day”, the horse that crumbled under pressure. It fell just yards away from the finish line in the 1956 Grand National, an event that is apparently still talked about today. Anyway, all of this is a long-winded way to say that Ferguson’s counterpart David Moyes has had no reason to bring this as-of-now astonishing incident up, because Manchester United have had nothing good to throw away cheaply. They are essentially, to maintain the racing theme, the guy who still has three laps to go in the 10,000 metres after the lights are out. Instead of messing things up in April, they opted for September. It has, to be fair, spared us the anxiety that comes with mixing it up with the best, and the anguish that invariably follows it. Maybe we should be thankful, then?
1. David Moyes has always relished being the underdog, at least when it hasn’t meant people shouting at his face, or writing mean newspaper columns, or hiring a small plane. It’s not that he necessarily thrives in this role, but he probably believes he can, no matter how often people mention his record at Everton away from home or indeed his performances against the big clubs as United manager. Okay, perhaps he doesn’t relish it that much. But the game against Bayern Munich played to his strengths, as weird and actually sad as it sounds. After the teams had been drawn together, he was confident: “We have got a really tough game … but we’ll try to exploit little bits of weaknesses they have got.” Similarly, on their high defensive line, he “believed a different type of player causes them problems.” (He thought Theo Walcott’s absence particularly hurt Arsenal in the previous round.) He had some ideas!
The 1-1 draw in the first leg saw Moyes leave with a lot of credit, the man shown shaking his head ruefully (and hilariously) at the full-time whistle as if he’d expected more. He left a lot of attacking talent out, such as Shinji Kagawa for 45 minutes and Ash- Adnan Januzaj, and made do with a depleted defence to stifle the best team in Europe. He just about succeeded – and had the resourceful Danny Welbeck scored his one-on-one in the first half, perhaps the “different type of player” he envisaged, he might have got more. Still, it was a night for Moyes’ buzzwords: ‘organised’ and ‘resolute’ they were.
There was much of the same at the Allianz Arena the following week. United were extremely defensive in the first half, but not really in a bad way – David de Gea had little to do, after all. And then they immediately went at Bayern in the second, though remaining calculated, such that Patrice Evra’s glorious strike hardly seemed undeserved. Just like at Old Trafford, United made what they had tell; only a minute separated Evra’s goal from Nemanja Vidic’s. The similarities, unfortunately, didn’t stop there. Moyes, in what appeared his very own take on Jose Mourinho, urged calm and gave advice to a jubilant Evra and his team-mates, only to see them concede right away. They’d also done that in the first leg. United kept at it even as Bayern improved alarmingly each second, ultimately left to curse Wayne Rooney’s failure to do his job. It could have been better, but, as most had expected, it really could have been worse.
This is probably where the Moyes back-slapping ends. United can’t be good at one thing, especially if that thing is frustrating the opposition like a fourth tier team trying to prove to Adrian Chiles that there is a point to it all. As will be explored in slightly more detail very soon, there was absolutely nothing wrong with how United approached it, but, in the context of the season, it’ll possibly go down as another failure. Fans want to gain a sense of the gameplan against Liverpool and Manchester City, too. In all four league defeats – god – United looked a side neither able to attack nor defend. So while it’s good the players did not just collapse at Bayern’s inodorous feet, it’s almost sort of bad that they left with nothing. ‘Organised’ and ‘resolute’ are certainly qualities that Moyes can bring – the sorry bit is when you have to ask: what others?
You have to feel for Moyes on a human level. He does seem a nice man. But, once in a while, nice men have to sign Toni Kroos. Or something. But he doesn’t just need positive summer signings to appease fans, but a signal that he is willing to be bold and flexible on the field. Perhaps the addition of new and reputable coaches. Maybe admired ones last employed by Fulham that the club already know all about (though it’s not clear whether Alan Curbishley is available). Nobody ever really knows what’s going on inside – so some coaches will always be cone collectors by default – but you can at least give the impression there’s a willingness to evolve. It doesn’t have to be a different voice in Moyes’ ear. Any other kind of signal that’s appropriate will do. Or else the other option, if we’re talking about moving forward, is to find a new manager.
(As an aside, is it true that a Ferguson team, let’s say no different to last season’s title winners, would have set up differently against Bayern? Has the recent quarter-final shown how far they’ve fallen? Uncertain; it was a Pep Guardiola team, after all. United played Barcelona four times from 2008-2011, camped mostly in their half in each. The first two were against Frank Rijkaard in 07/08, who remarked after his side’s second leg defeat that United were intent on getting behind the ball and playing on the counter. Granted, that was a side a lot more confident about what they’d do on the break, but also one, Ferguson’s best since 1999, that did pride itself on attacking play. But there was nothing wrong with it, then; you simply have to do what’s necessary.)
2. All sorts of questions are emerging now. “Would any other top club in Europe hire David Moyes?” “What about Moyes showed that he was prepared to take on a club that wasn’t midtable?” “Why was a man not known for playing good football given the job?” “Why did Ferguson think Moyes would give stability?” “What’s your favourite theme tune? For me it’s definitely M*A*S*H.” Most of these cover similar ground, except for the last one (it’s Arthur, right?). They’re all good questions. Believe it or not, there were quite a few who had big hopes for Moyes. (Maybe there’s time for their initial feelings to be right, but many of those have now turned. Count the tedious long balls. Look at the aimless crossing. Bemoan the inconsistent selection. Sigh at the eternally unaddressed central midfield.) In two different places early-season, I used a quote from Jim Fleeting, Scotland’s Director of Football Development, who mentioned that Moyesnoticed “everything was going through the middle area of the park.” He would emphasise good play, it was then thought, through this “middle area.” It took until February, if not later, for that to really happen.
Manchester United have been heavily reliant on wide play this season. No big deal, that’s always sort of been the case. Not one of Europe’s best neglect their men out wide. They cover too big an area on the football field to ignore. But these teams manage to get by because they have an idea of what their centre looks like, too. That’s obvious. United have mostly been too scared to do anything in the middle of the park. The centre back, whether once one of the best or one for the future, punts the ball long. The central midfielder, head down, hits it to his left or right. Waiting for Antonio Valencia and Ashley Young to swing in a ball can be part of the gameplan, but not the gameplan.
It’s understandable that Moyes persevered with Robin van Persie and Wayne Rooney so often. Many would not break up a title-wining partnership. You want to get the ball to them, but is there just one way? Knock it to them quickly and pressed for time, they lose the ball. No wonder Van Persie complained about others (i.e. Rooney) being in his “zone” after the 0-2 defeat at Olympiacos. Many do, as it is, play two up front. Here are a few: Atletico, Liverpool and PSG. Debate Manchester City and you still could have three teams who win their domestic leagues. They all use the centre well; they might have two proper central midfielders, for example, and a third tucked somewhere else. United have tried, too: Rooney’s told to run up and down in his balancing act and Shinji Kagawa or Adnan Januzaj, before the new year, might have come off the left. But nothing really connects. It’s no surprise that you can have someone like Januzaj having a great game as a winger (as he does) and still see United struggle. Only individuals have really shone. Rooney, though his overall impact has been overstated by his PR team ‘Manchester United’, has walked off the field as the sole performer quite a lot. Maybe it can only about individuals in an incoherent system.
It’s been suggested that Moyes doesn’t have what he wants to play the way he wants. “To win the Champions League, you need five or six world-class players,” said the Scot back in September. “We’ve not got that yet.” Juan Mata arrived a few months later, so he might feel he’s closer to that now. Or not. The Januzaj-Mata-Kagawa trio (i.e. ‘THE FUTURE’) that impressed against Newcastle came to be in depressing circumstances; it took a Young injury to go with all the others to get them together on the field, their combined presence also helped by the insignificance of the run in. But they were there, and they played well. Though it wasn’t the strongest opposition, something coherent started to form in the middle. There were good individual performances because of the team, not in spite of it. Mata also led from the front in comfortable victories over Aston Villa and West Brom in March. If the ball was flying around in these games, it mostly made sense why. If anywhere, this is where David Moyes can salvage his job – and respond to those asking questions.
3. Marouane Fellaini is a Manchester United midfielder and is therefore cursed. Here are some of his great, good or acceptable games in a red shirt so far: Crystal Palace (2-0), West Brom (3-0), West Ham (2-0) and Aston Villa (4-1). Here are some of his recent bad games: Bayern Munich (1-1), Manchester City (0-3), Liverpool (0-3). It looks easy to draw a conclusion from this. Fellaini is a flat-track bully. So he gets shown up in the contests that matter. Right? Because he definitely was poor in those games against top opposition. But is it fair to single him out, even if we were to exclude that one game against Bayern on the basis that it’s just one game (where everyone else made an account of themselves)? If we look to the tragic defeats at the hands of City and Liverpool, isn’t it true that just about everyone that played were also below-par? They perform against inferior teams, and they lose to the strong ones. Perhaps United are a team full of flat-track bullies.
Anyway, the Belgian might have had as many bad games on average as, say, Michael Carrick and (definitely) Tom Cleverley have this season, but failure with Fellaini is different. He fails in such a way that it’s immediately obvious to everyone that he’s failing. He hasn’t learned the right way to fail. Here’s a man so often described as “tall” and “gangly” that it must be baffling to watch him fail to pick the ball out of the air. He is someone who fans remember completely tormenting their team at a different club and, now, right in front of them, he’s losing crucial 50/50s to Bayern Munich players who barely reach his shoulders. More failure! Carrick has failed in a more subtle way – his biggest and most frustrated critics will argue he always has. He might not be able to raise tempo adequately or the game simply passes him by. Hey, as long as it’s not inexplicably giving the ball away from ten yards. (Carrick, by the way, was voted Player of the Season by his teammates last May, and it didn’t feel undeserved. Van Persie was undoubtedly the star, but the midfielder was a solid second best. He has fallen considerably since.)
Who hasn’t been enraged by Fellaini? It happens for a legitimate footballing reason, but also because his flaws are more like zits than they are verrucas. As it is, his first season has had few highlights, but it’s not entered ‘flop’ territory yet. What hasn’t helped is that when he has been really, really dire, it’s tempting to perceive him as the embodiment of David Moyes: a reminder of a bad summer who stinks of something not ‘United’, who has been overhyped and, as a result, is in too good a place for what his actual abilities merit. Juan Mata is to Marouane Fellaini what, and this is surely stretching, Jose Mourinho is to David Moyes.
4. Isn’t it great that, despite everything, Manchester United have Adnan Januzaj?
5. Why do Manchester United have the best away record in the league? And why have they been better in Europe than some expected? Regarding the latter, Moyes believes “there has been more strategy” to games on the continent which “has suited us”. Once you get past wondering where that ‘strategy’ is when they’re losing, it does make sense. And it surely applies to away form, too. At Old Trafford, it’s pretty much attack vs. defence, a responsibility that could now be too much for some. That might not be a problem for a better manager, as it’s shown in seasons gone, but that’s a damning argument for another day. As visitors, United appear measured, adjusting to their opposition and, in turn, being a lot less predictable. The reduced pressure must help. United still attack, but it’s more of the conservative kind commonly seen in Europe. Moyes notes that Champions League football is “maybe notquite as fast.” Perhaps when he says it’s “suited us”, then, what he really means is it’s “suited me.” This is not entirely critical.
6. Adnan Januzaj is not Manchester United’s Player of the Season, but, incredibly, the teenager is comfortably a candidate. He has frequently starred when others have come across to be disinterested, or at least played like it, doing his best to jolt his beleaguered team into life. Though comparisons to Cristiano Ronaldo are premature, the manner in which he constantly embarrasses defenders evokes the Portuguese. A minimum eight league players have been booked for fouling the youngster (see this link + Maynor Figueroa), not one a result of diving, a figure that will grow as he gets better. Ronaldo was always the target.
You could get Antonio Valencia’s and Ashley Young’s top three performances and not one would make Januzaj’s top five. He’s fared better than most 18/19-year-olds do at this level. It might not be long until the awards start to roll in.
Wayne Rooney is another contender. He would be favourite but, in truth, he has had quite a few ineffectual spells, sometimes shrugged off because of the goals and assists he provides. That sounds good, but you always feel it could be better, because it has been better before. That means it’s a victory for David de Gea. It’s never a good sign when a goalkeeper is made Man of the Match, let alone Player of the Season, but that’s how it is. It’s not De Gea’s fault, having expertly dealt with all that’s come his way, saving a few points in the process. His one blemish is, however, rather huge, the spill that ultimately denied United a place in the League Cup final. Many are willing to forgive.
7. Who goes? Nemanja Vidic has already left in a way that’s allowed him to sign a contract with a different club and pose for a picture, but then come back and wear the captain’s armband for a little while longer. It’s okay, though. Vidic has had a great career at United, but it’s a good thing he isn’t leaving a season too late or anything. Now is the right time: there have been some atypically woeful performances amongst the really good ones. When it’s time for reflection, it’ll be the 2008 version that’s sorely missed. It’ll be something similar with Rio Ferdinand and Patrice Evra, too.
United desperately need two central midfielders to come in right away, so Fellaini, Carrick and Fletcher will have to settle for being squad players. Fletcher’s future has come into question but, with a point to prove, he did his job admirably at the Allianz Arena. He’ll be useful to have around. There might be some pressure to keep Tom Cleverley the academy graduate, but, like Anderson – especially Anderson – it ought not to be a loss even remotely felt. United can also do better than Antonio Valencia and Ashley Young, but both have been decent in patches that it wouldn’t be a great tragedy if one of them remained at the club. Include Nani here, who’s expected to leave, and you might lose a little sympathy for the other two. Or not. It’s amazing just how dispensable some of these players are.
Shinji Kagawa has demonstrated why he should not be let go, even with a superior player in his favoured central position. As we’ve recently gathered, there is more than one place on the pitch to put players like Kagawa, providing you’ve got a mind to use him correctly. Though the Japanese international hasn’t exactly been treated harshly – having failed to take his chances at Tottenham (2-2) followed by Everton (0-1) – it would be smart to give him as many minutes as possible now, preferably with the players he shares an understanding with. Building a team around Kagawa and Mata means that it will be understandable if Javier Hernandez moves on, but it’s not absolutely necessary. And, though it’s difficult to see, selling Wayne Rooney would not be such a crime. His wretched showing in the defeat to Bayern could not simply have come down to an injection, especially as he regularly hit his usual hard passes up field. His lack of composure and negligence on the ball can be as frequent as some of his thrilling contributions. This does seem unfair: he should stay, but United must not be afraid to drop him now and then. Ferguson wasn’t.
Robin van Persie, finally, might thrive with a few of the technically-brilliant midfield players that have popped up of late. Who wouldn’t want to see that? With everything considered, here are players who definitely should be here next year: David de Gea, Rafael, Jonny Evans, Chris Smalling, Phil Jones, Adnan Januzaj, Shinji Kagawa, Juan Mata, Danny Welbeck and both Van Persie and Rooney if the club aren’t held hostage to either.
8. This has been pretty critical of Carrick, but, to his credit, he did (inadvertently) identify where it started to go wrong for Moyes. Turns out pretty early: “He did not try to change it all at once because at that point there was not an awful lot wrong, we had won the league and looked strong.” Moyes has repeatedly spoken about how he could never have envisaged such a sharp fall for the club. His inaction in the summer window has served him badly. Signing players would not have had Moyes’ flaws magically disappear, but, with those he so evidently needed, United would be in a better position than whatever ‘seventh’ is (is that like a number?). The overuse of certain players, meanwhile, could be explained by the fact he thought they’d perform a bit better. If Moyes stays, he would need to add the word ‘but’ and some others to the sentence: “You’re a nice man, Ashley …”
A hail of bullets (they’re actually blanks):
- If United were to invest in, say, three new central midfielders (which they won’t) in the summer, that would probably sound too many. But what if they invested in just one? What would be preferable? Two! Certainly, yes, two. But if you had to choose between one and three? Three, no? The state of things.
- This was a lot more critical of Moyes than expected. Tentative fans of the Scot should reconsider, especially, once you really think about it, ‘he seems nice and I kinda feel sorry for him’ seems, I dunno, absolutely irrelevant.
- Apart from De Gea, who else has shown an improvement from last season (‘improvement’ here doesn’t imply he was anything but great)? There can’t be many, other than Danny Welbeck, who has improved considerably in front of goal but not neglected the qualities that make him so difficult to defend against. Ashley Young? Probably. This is not a fun game.
- Rafael has struggled a bit, but there has been enough to suggest a run of games like he had in Fergie’s last season would see him back to old ways. Let’s not even attempt to imagine Rafael any other way.
- That thing about Fergie’s presence being a distraction for Moyes was forgotten pretty quickly, huh? That was ridiculous. He oversaw United’s best performance of the season, the 5-0 at Leverkusen, though he must have been obscured from Moyes’ view, or something?
- Wilfried Zaha’s exclusion bemused for a while, but now he doesn’t even start at Cardiff City. Perhaps Moyes Knows … one or two things.
- There were a few offers for this very site during its unplanned hiatus. Probably should have taken the money.
- How about that Januzaj?
- Check out 2013’s notes here, when we were playing really well. Anyone remember those days?
- The guy who’s running the 10,000m for Manchester United as mentioned in the introduction now has just one lap left. All we can ask is that he tries.
- Oh God, I definitely should have taken the money.
“The first time I played with them,” said Bryan Robson of Manchester United’s Class of ’92. “You’re thinking ‘right, I’m gonna have to look after a couple of them.’ Well, I think it was in the first five minutes, Scholesy smashes one of their centre-halves, then you’ve got Gary Neville belting their winger all over the place [and] we get a free-kick from about 20 yards out and Becks goes ‘er, Robbo, I take these.’”
This was truly a special bunch, as United’s then captain had quickly found out. Indeed, so special were they that Robson’s recollection of these players some two decades later featured in a video tribute, shown on the night they, and those that helped mould them, were handed a PFA merit award. Just in case this accolade, to go along with several career trophies, doesn’t do the six famous academy graduates justice – they are, if you’ve somehow forgotten, David Beckham, Nicky Butt, Paul Scholes, Ryan Giggs, Phil and Gary Neville – there is also a film.
Apprehension is to be expected when telling a story that’s been told plenty, but it’s not so much a problem for something like The Class of ’92, because, quite simply, people like to hear about it no matter how often they’ve actually heard about it. And yet, even without the pressure of having to find a fresh angle, they do anyway, achieving full access with the players – and those that didn’t quite cut it at United – that goes well beyond talking heads. This is where the documentary’s lasting appeal is found: they use these personalities remarkably well. The action is secondary, not supported but used to support. It’s the story of six working-class lads united by their having of the same things and their wanting of the same things. And it’s pretty great to watch.
Having failed to get past the group stages of 1994’s Champions League, there was much for United to lament. But there was also a lot to look forward to: a 4-0 win to round off a mixed campaign over bogey-team Galatasaray was impressive on its own, but more so because United had turned to youth. “We have to develop or buy more English players,” Eric Cantona cooed post-match, addressing the restriction on foreign players that existed then. “But we have a good school of young players and they may be the answer.” Cantona had clearly seen something in a game where 19-year-olds Beckham, Butt and Gary Neville had started, the former making his début and scoring. The following morning, Rob Hughes of the Times was still unsure, posing a legitimate question: “We have enjoyed a glimpse of United’s future. It is full of promise of youth, but when will we see it reach manhood?”
That maturity process is key to the film, to their story. The 1992 Youth Cup triumph represented a lot – especially to Nicky Butt, who puts it “on par” with everything else he’s won – but there was still much to do, Beckham asserting that one trophy is “never enough”. Raphael Burke, supposedly as good as anyone else in that set but failing to make it any further, remarked of the “sacrifice” the six players had made. Gary Neville left his friends behind completely, a career at United more important. It clearly did something, since Neville, at one point, “was nowhere near as talented – technically – as all the other boys”, according to Eric Harrison. It is perhaps the most extreme example, but recognised that before a Treble could be won, or an appearance in Europe could be made, only putting in more than enough was enough.
Gary Neville, it should be said, didn’t exactly have little go his way: he was still the “leader” of the group, a future Manchester United captain for all to see. Phil, with slightly more natural ability, shared his older brother’s dedication (and his tendency to keep talking – and was why Jaap Stam affectionately referred to them as “busy c-nts” in his autobiography). David Beckham, the one from London, didn’t have to worry about adjusting because his obvious talent had seen him through; Ryan Giggs was a “down-to-earth superstar”, Phil Neville thought, and Scholes was just Scholes. Introducing him to Harrison, as noted in Ian Marshall’s book, Brian Kidd told him: “He’s only tiny; he’s got ginger hair – you’ll probably have a bit of a laugh. But he can’t half play.” Scholes emerges as the star of the feature: there is the impression that he’d rather be elsewhere, but he’s still got a lot to say. Having to collect his Champions League winners’ medal in a suit, he spoke of the embarrassment he felt, admitting he’d “rather just gone in the dressing room and waited, really.”
While logic dictates most praise should go to Giggs, Beckham or Scholes, it’s distributed as evenly as can serve the story. The audience can rank for themselves: in the end, the most important thing is the Class. “Everyone looked after each other,” Butt points out. The midfielder is given his dues, and it’s one of the things the film doesn’t necessarily have to do, but does it so well. Butt’s contribution cannot be forgotten, especially in ’98/99, where he was something of a Big Game Player, Alex Ferguson often preferring him to Scholes. His exit in 2004 was notable for the way it was handled compared to those other high-profile footballers: “Nicky has given Manchester United great service,” was the manager’s response to a transfer request. On that note, it’s a shame Ferguson didn’t make an appearance beyond archived footage.
The appreciation of the other’s achievements is best shown when the players get together and simply reminisce. They provide commentary on the pivotal moments in 1999: the “turning point” that was the turnaround at home to Liverpool in the FA Cup, the final league game against Spurs and then Bayern Munich. It’s the bouncing off of each other, the quiet reflection, the laughter that meets the anecdotes about Ferguson that makes this particularly pleasant. They were teammates, but also, and still are, just friends.
These friends didn’t just prosper by themselves, and it’s great that the film doesn’t build to something false. Fergie was the person who put it all into place, United’s scouting system three times bigger within a month at his command. Once the players arrived, coaches Kidd and Harrison helped guide them. “The standard of coaching we’d receive was out of this world for fourteen-year-old kids,” wrote Gary Neville in Red. In a recent interview with the Telegraph, Giggs gives Harrison much credit: “It was built in us from Eric Harrison that you practise, practise, practise. My crossing was crap when I was younger. I wanted to improve my crossing.” And when United won the Double in the 1995/96 season, it was, says Scholes, mostly down to the senior players. “We had all these top players who got the young lads through it.” Zinedine Zidane, who makes an appearance, praised this potent mix of youth and experience, seeing it first hand in Turin, April ’99.
If there is one misstep, it’s in the eagerness to create social and cultural parallels. It’s done well, mainly; Trainspotting director Danny Boyle and Mani from the Stone Roses are useful in providing context, the former noting how Manchester took government disinterest to reinvent itself, and how United were a “symbol” of that. Mani, meanwhile, is good comic relief. The problem exists with the third non-footballing person to chime in. For something that’s focus is the years 1992-1999, it’s difficult to ignore Tony Blair, but they should have done anyway. New Labour, essentially repackaged Thatcherism, was hardly an example of a change taking place: and, in the end, represented very little for a lot of people. Blair is given a halo only briefly, however, and, that being about the only blemish, the film gets back to fulfilling its purpose.
That purpose is to show the great camaraderie which gave birth to a timeless modern football story: something to tell and retell. Eric Cantona glows in his praise of the “perfect script” – with a cast just as perfect to boot.
5/5 – It’s amazing how merely the sight of the word ‘Aeroflot’ in a shot of the Holy Trinity statue could lead to such longing.
Wrath: Wanting to confront Dante.
Ferguson’s bloody hell, 1988
When people would speak about Alex Ferguson the football manager, their words would come off as nothing more than the old platitudes we could all do without. “Ferguson sets high standards” – well, who doesn’t? But perhaps it isn’t as empty and banal as we think. His standards were pretty high. In This is the One, Daniel Taylor writes of the time a Rio Ferdinand error in a game’s dying moments prompted Ferguson to rush “out of his seat, throwing his arms in the air and furiously swearing.” What makes this particular tale delightful, and what made Wayne Rooney and Ryan Giggs collapse into “giggles in the next row,” was that Manchester United had come to White Hart Lane and scored four against Tottenham without reply. The win saw United go six points clear in the 2006/07 season; no wonder Ferguson was seen “laughing and joking in the dugout, totally relaxed” moments before.
Back when things were a whole lot less serious, United went to play Hartlepool United in what Iain McCartney’s Forgotten Fixtures says was “classed as a reserve team friendly.” It was hardly that. “The names of Turner, Anderson, Duxbury, McGrath and Whiteside all appeared on the team sheet,” McCartney wrote, this seemingly an attempt to raise match sharpness with the new season a few days away. But, despite the difference in quality and status, United were blown away. “We were 5-0 down at half-time,” Viv Anderson told the Sun. “And that was the first time I’d really had the hairdryer.”
Nobody wants to see their side concede five goals in 45 minutes to a fourth division outfit, even in a pre-season friendly, but the response at half-time in the dressing-room was distinctly Ferguson. “There’s a table in the dressing room with water, tea and orange juice on it,” Anderson recalled. “He comes in and knocks everything off – hot tea and everything is flying into people’s faces. Then he goes round individually: ‘You fucking think you’re a Manchester United player?’ Every single player. The veins in his neck are standing out. You know he is deadly serious. He didn’t do it all the time. He chose his moments. You can’t do it all the time or it loses its effect. But 5-0 down at Hartlepool is the right time.”
Ferguson was so annoyed that he cancelled the players’ day off, according to McCartney, “furious at them for allowing themselves to be overrun by such lowly opposition.” 6-0 was the final score.
“I let my anger show in the right places,” Ferguson said post-match.
Forlan — wait for it — gets the boot, 2004
It had only been 18 months since football boots figured some way in a Manchester United player’s exit, but it was one Diego Forlan couldn’t say wasn’t coming. Forlan was no David Beckham in terms of impact at the club – and least that’s what it looked like – and his departure, though in circumstances that could easily have been avoided (of course!), was exactly what the Uruguayan needed in his eventual conversion from hapless striker to one of the best in his position.
His last United appearance came from the bench, replacing Eric Djemba-Djemba – those were the days – in the first game of the 2004/05 season, where an early Eidur Gudjohnsen goal had been enough for Chelsea and new manager Jose Mourinho. Forlan’s days by then had looked numbered, but an act of defiance against Alex Ferguson might have helped speed up the process.
“Ferguson wanted me to play with long studs,” Forlan revealed five years later, in 2009. “The interchangeable ones that suit wet pitches, but I feel more comfortable in short ones. I agreed to change but I didn’t and, against Chelsea, I slipped in front of goal and wasted a chance.”
Forlan’s attempts at a cover-up proved fatal. “Afterwards, I rushed to the dressing room to change boots but Ferguson caught me. He grabbed the boots and threw them. That was my last game for United.”
Rooney gets angry and scores, 2005
People are always told to channel their anger in a positive way, but few ever do; anger, says one amateur psychologist, isn’t quite that simple to negotiate with. Just ask Alex Stepney, if he’s taking your calls. The Manchester United goalkeeper, who starred through the ‘60s and ‘70s, once bizarrely dislocated his own jaw in a Division Two game. He had barked orders at his beleaguered defence (they call it “the Docherty years”) with too much force for his own good. That’s how not to be angry.
When Wayne Rooney was one day angry on a football pitch – this apparently happens a lot – he was able to find a positive outlet. Trailing 1-0 to Newcastle United, Rooney, wandering up the field, multi-tasked: he was both watching the game and arguing with Neale Barry, the referee. Then, as the ball hung in the air from a defensive clearance, the referee that irritated him so no longer mattered. He hit the sweetest of volleys and everything was good again. To be fair, it was pretty special.
Even for a scorer of great goals, this one was right up there, and always will be. The context made it better: United struggled up until then, as did Rooney. He had also been booked for a belated challenge on James Milner and, says one amateur body language expert, looked like he would soon be sent off. This is not to forget that he was set to be replaced because of a niggling injury anyway. As it went, they kept him on and he helped his team to a 2-1 win.
A lot of things have happened with Rooney since then that is seems a little regrettable, in hindsight, for this moment to feel so bittersweet. It was enjoyable beyond its aesthetics because it was, quintessentially, a Wayne Rooney goal. A young and unpredictable Wayne Rooney, whose whatever-it-was burning inside of him so often had the potential to swing a football match.
Neville learns a lesson, 2007
“If the coach has no control, he will not last.” In 2012, the Harvard Business Review looked for some words of wisdom from Alex Ferguson and found them. “If the day came that the manager of Manchester United was controlled by the players – if the players decided how the training should be, what days they should have off, what the discipline should be, and what the tactics should be – then Manchester United would not be the Manchester United we know. You have to achieve a position of comprehensive control. Players must recognise that as the manager you have the status to control events. I wasn’t going to allow anyone to be stronger than I was.”
In a Champions League knockout tie at Lille in 2007, Ryan Giggs took a free-kick quickly while the opposition were still trying to assemble a wall and scored. It stood, and Lille walked off in disgust. Multiple narratives were being formed. Gary Neville recounts in Red: “‘Come on, get on with the fucking game,’ I said to their captain, following him towards the side of the pitch. The next thing I knew the manager was charging down the touchline shouting at me. ‘Neville, what are you doing? Get back on!’ He had really snapped. As far as I was concerned I’d been doing the sensible thing … so I snapped back – ‘Fuck off’ – and walked away.” He’d never told the manager that before.
Neville dreaded facing up to the Scot – and quite rightly, because Ferguson was never one for lenience. He always had to achieve a position of comprehensive control. Called into his office, Neville received a “bollocking” and was fined a week’s wages. It didn’t end there. The right-back was dropped for the following game against Fulham in favour of Wes Brown, reasoned with the aerial threat they posed. “Imagine how chuffed I was when we got down there and they had Alexei Smertin on the left flank, all four foot six inches of him, or whatever he is,” Neville wrote. “‘I could have played you after all,’ the manager said in the dressing room, looking at their teamsheet. He was laughing.” It still didn’t end there.
He’d be taken down for the next game at Reading – and miss that, too. “The trip was a total waste of time, but the boss had asserted his authority. I wouldn’t be swearing at him again.”
Cantona was just being Cantona, 1995
Everyone knows everything they need to know about that incident with Roy Keane and Alf-Inge Haaland. They know that line from Keane’s autobiography. Some may have forgotten – it’s conceivable, in a way. It goes like this: “I’d waited long enough. I fucking hit him hard. The ball was there (I think). Take that you cunt. And don’t ever stand over me sneering about fake injuries.” They know of Keane’s many rants, of Big Time Charlies, and of flying boots (though nobody can quite decide on whether it was thrown or kicked). Some of Manchester United’s wrath is so well-documented that there’s no need revisiting it, because it’s been discussed as often as prawn sandwiches have been eaten.
There’s all of that and so much more, and then there’s what Eric Cantona did one evening at Selhurst Park. It can’t be ignored. That’s wrath. A sending-off – a kick out at a Crystal Palace defender – and an hour-long battle with the referee saw a man full of rage but composed in walking off anyway, only to be pushed over the edge at the sight of a home fan, foaming with obscenities. In a revealing interview with Darren Tullett of the Observer, Cantona gave an insight into his mind. “There was a barrier between us so I had to jump over it,” he said. “That’s all, otherwise I might have just steamed in with my fists. You know, you meet thousands of people like him [Matthew Simmons]. And how things turn out can hinge on the precise moment you run into them. If I’d met that guy on another day, things may have happened very differently even if he had said exactly the same things. Life is weird like that. You’re on a tightrope every day.”
It might seem unfortunate that this particularly dark moment in Cantona’s career – though celebrated nevertheless – is what the casual football fan remembers most, but it isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Cantona has probably only ever fly kicked a mouthy spectator once in his career, and yet, for some, it’s a moment as Cantona-like as a delicate chip: both instances allow those to understand this man, even if one is more favourable than the other. The Frenchman would also come to recognise how much his kick resonated. (It’s easy to feel inclined to him: the forward’s biographer Philippe Auclair noted that Simmons was a “BNP and National Front sympathiser”, something that adds up when taking into what he may or may not — witness accounts differ — have said.) “It’s like a dream for some, you know sometimes to kick these kind of people,” supposed Cantona in 2011. “So I did it for [the fans]. So they are happy. It’s a kind of freedom for them.”
So while it is what the casual football fan ‘remembers most’, it is surely not all that person knows. You can’t see an image of an athlete with his studs wedged in another person’s chest and leave it at that: it’s an Eric Cantona gateway. You’ll want to learn more; first the context of the kick, then of the man. Cantona, someone whose football hinged on his character, whose character hinged on his football.
Back to the Observer interview. Cantona continues: “The most important thing for me is that I was who I was. I was myself!”
Well, this was fun. The other six can be found here. There’ll probably be an ebook soon, with extras. Look out for that.
Lust: Lust isn’t just a sin limited to the tabloid tales of Ryan Giggs, The Doc and anything vaguely linked to Dwight Yorke. It could be something better, something enjoyable (or none of those, but that is very much the aim). Looking and scrolling through various dictionary websites to numbers 4, 5, 6 and 27, it’s been decided that ‘Lust’ can indeed be kept clean (and unintentionally prudish): any examples of love for the club, yearning (trophies!), craving (money! power!), pleasure (the various successes of a great football club, duh!) and relish (mmm, relish) all apparently constitute lust. Read on Mr and Mrs Lovejoy.
Lust: Wanting Dante.
But Stam, why are you so mad? 2001
Retirement is just about the only way a high-profile footballer can leave a big club feeling happy and satisfied. In Red, the happy and satisfied Gary Neville recalls the moment he caught Jaap Stam emerging from Sir Alex Ferguson’s office in a ‘state of shock’. “I’m out of here,” Stam would tell him. “I’m flying to Rome to sign for Lazio tonight.” How did it get so bad, so quickly for the Dutchman? Stam was only a United player for three years but, Rob Smyth writes, “had the enduring impact of a one-club man.” Indeed, Ferguson has spoken openly about Stam in the past, wishing he had stayed longer.
(The Neville and Stam exchange, as written in the former’s book: “You’re under contract. You can stay.” “No, he wants me out. There’s no point staying where I’m not wanted.”).
Has Ferguson been honest about why he’d let him go? There was his age (and the money Lazio were prepared to pay in relation to that), his fitness and also Head to Head, Stam’s very own book. Nobody but the Scot is certain of the impact the autobiography had on Stam’s United career, but it can’t have helped, even as nothing more than an unfortunate coincidence. The serialisation of Stam’s book in the Daily Mirror – then edited by a gleeful Piers Morgan – caught everyone’s attention: he had alleged that Ferguson approached him at PSV without the club’s permission and that, apparently, the manager encouraged going to ground easily in order to win a penalty. David Beckham, he wrote, would never “be asked to take a turn in the black chair of Mastermind,” while the Neville brothers were known as “busy c-nts … for their endless grumbling.”
Though Gary Neville was not pleased it made the papers, he knew it was “meant affectionately.” You simply had to read on to find that out: “Gary’s desire to chatter actually turns into a benefit for the team,” Stam wrote. “Before we take to the pitch he’s always discussing how the particular game should be played … he’s impressed me so much that I’d even stick my neck out and say he’d make a good manager.” Beckham, meanwhile, is “not thick, he’s just a normal guy having to put up with a lot of shit thrown at him by people who don’t even know his true personality.” And when Simon Kuper interviewed Stam just weeks before it all went to pot, he noted that the player “worshipped Alex Ferguson.” Stam’s book was written with good intentions. And he loved United. He just had a funny way of saying it.
Neville and Blackmore 4eva, 1991
It might have been the frequent hairstyles or simply the dearth of handsome faces in the United dressing room, but, in the early Nineties, Clayton Blackmore was, in Gary Neville’s own words, the team’s “pin-up defender.” It was perhaps why his team-mates stuck a life-size picture of the Welshman that young apprentices were forced to make love to, as part of their initiation. Neville recalls: “… as Barry White music played, whichever unlucky apprentice had been chosen would have to dance around the table and pretend to get off with Wales’ right-back. I can’t tell you how excruciating that is for a 16-year-old in front of heroes like Mark Hughes and Bryan Robson.” This would happen as Blackmore watched on “pissing himself with laughter like the rest of the first-teamers.”
“Refuse to make love to Clayton properly and a second-year apprentice would smash you over the head with a ball wrapped up in a towel,” Neville continued. “God it hurt.”
Best’s greatest game, 1966
Matt Busby’s reputation is as a coach who had won things, rather than a coach who had done things. History would argue that he was no tactician; instead, like many others at the time, he was handy at man-management, a true motivator who helped inspire the most symbolic European Cup win in the game’s history. For us, his response to a straightforward question — “How do we play, Boss?” — sums him up best: “We play football.” There are apparently many variations to this exchange with full-back Noel Cantwell; indeed, it may never have even happened. But, crucially, it sounds as if it could be true. None of this is supposed to reflect badly on Busby; his true genius can be found in the big results he managed and the big crowds they drew in. And even Busby must have known that to simply ‘play’ was not always so wise: the opposition would not always be a Leicester City, or a Northampton Town.
The one team United certainly could not afford to ‘play’ against — that is, hope the quality of their players alone could overwhelm the opposition — was a side with similar aspirations, one they would jostle with two years later for the boast of being Europe’s best. Benfica did not have George Best, Denis Law or Bobby Charlton, but a fan of the Portuguese outfit might have pointed out that Manchester United did not have Eusebio, Jose Torres or Antonio Simoes. These players, writes Joe Lovejoy in his biography of George Best, formed a “trinity of their own [just] as revered”. With a 3-2 aggregate lead over Benfica coming into the second-leg, Busby ordered his players to keep it tight. “It was one England’s champions seemed destined to fail,” Lovejoy said. “A fragile one-goal lead was unlikely to be enough in one of the great cathedrals of the game, where Benfica had never lost a European tie.” To play it safe was the logical thing to do.
Manchester United, as underdogs, went on to win 5-1. Busby would not have expected such a margin of victory, but could still feel slightly vindicated: it was clear that his philosophy — an expressive playing style all the best sides possessed — was all his players were really familiar with. “We didn’t know how to keep a game tight,” George Best would later say. “We just knew how to batter teams, which is what we did.” If Busby, by default, had some responsibility for the win, then the rest would go to Best. It was said to be his finest hour in a red shirt, where he ignored the instructions of his manager because he envisaged so much more than everyone else. This lust was typical of Best (as well as many other kinds): good players are naturally confident, but Best took it further. He would recall the game in his autobiography Blessed, stating that he could barely remember half-time, perhaps “because I was so wrapped up in my performance.” He had scored twice early on, stunning the hosts into inaction. Lovejoy wrote that “Benfica were nonplussed. Briefed to expect opponents in backs-to-the-wall defensive mode, they were still trying to adjust when their tormentor-in-chief laid on the third, for John Connelly.”
“I told them to play it tight for a while, for 20 minutes or so until we got their measure, but George just went out and destroyed them,” said Busby, proudly. “[Benfica] were also prepared to play it tight for a while – that is what always happens in European games. Then out comes this kid, as if he’s never heard of tradition, and starts running at them, turning them inside out. I ought to have shouted at him for not following instructions, but what could you say? He was a law unto himself. He always was.” Technically, there was no sin. Not yet, anyway. Best lusted after glory, and got it. Nobody could resent him for that.
The Portuguese paper A Bola declared the next day: ‘A Beatle called Best smashes Benfica’. Bobby Charlton thought it was “probably George’s best game”. Denis Law, too, saying it was “the start of all the hype.” Best started to believe that hype, according to Lovejoy. “The morning after found the man of the moment feted like John, Paul, George and Ringo rolled into one. Playing up to the El Beatle image, Best went out and bought the biggest sombrero he could find. He was still wearing it when he got back to Manchester, a heaven-sent picture for the phalanx of photographers awaiting him on his return. A star was born.
“It was post-Benfica that George Best’s popularity mushroomed to pop star heights, unprecedented for a footballer.” The sinning would soon start.
Sir, I want some more, 2002
Sir Alex Ferguson first announced his retirement in 2001 and eventually walked away in 2013. He had done it all in 1999 and actually thought as much: until he realised he could probably do more. So he decided to stay put in 2002. The Glazer family took full control of the club in 2005 and Ferguson won more, and was happy to back them in face of protest from fans because they allowed Manchester United to win more. He desired a second European Cup and got that in 2008. He wanted to knock Liverpool off their perch and did that officially in 2009. And he won some more trophies after that. He would do things out-of-character in order to win, even if didn’t always work out that way; he was happy to break up a midfield four of Beckham, Scholes, Keane and Giggs when he signed Juan Sebastian Veron, hoping to bring his side in line with others on the continent. It didn’t work and £28.1m Veron left in 2003. But he tried. When United lost 6-1 to Manchester City in 2012, Ferguson described the performance as “suicidal”. United, a man short, kept going forward. “We should have just said: ‘We’ve had our day’.” Later that season, with United closing in on the league, they surrendered a 4-2 lead against Everton. They lusted after a bigger margin but instead went on to concede two late goals.
And so because City had won the title, Ferguson bought the country’s top scorer, Robin van Persie, despite already having a number of attacking players at his disposal. Van Persie was not cheap and, at 29, was considerably older than the other players United usually look at. Still, it worked a treat — Ferguson soon had another trophy. He left the job as football’s greatest winner, even taking delight at having surprised so many with another promise of retirement, this time for real.
Billy Meredith wants player power, 1907-9
Two Germans once envisaged a workers’ revolution in the West that would shape the 20th century. Neither envisaged it not happening, nor the diluted form that favoured reform that took its place. But, hey, one of them hasn’t got a frighteningly large sculpture of his head for no reason. A consciousness was developed and it spread to all the places where the worker felt alienated: even football.
This was the early 1900s, and football was slightly different then. There was a maximum wage of £4 (“why don’t soldiers and nurses earn that sort of money?”) and the Manchester clubs did not hate each others’ guts quite as much, united by shared experiences and their hatred of the southern-based Football Association. If there’s one thing that’s stayed the same through time, and not just in football, it’s the widely-held contempt for those in charge. Billy Meredith, who played for both City and United, was one of the first to challenge the FA.
Meredith was quite the footballer: those who spoke about football spoke of Meredith. In 1935, Sir Frederick Wall wrote vividly of the “football prince … Meredith the magnificent” in his book 50 Years of Football. “Of the back-heel pass he was a ready exponent and he remains the only man I have ever seen chewing a quill toothpick while playing in the hardest of matches.” Meredith sounds like an early-day Eric Cantona (whose toothpick was his open collar); the best and most expressive player on the field who liked to do things on his own terms, regardless of who it upset.
Meredith’s transfer to United came only after the destruction of his all-conquering City side — in which he played a large part. In a tell-all, he admitted to bribery charges but claimed he was not alone in the act, and put the success of a working-class club like City (which the FA were apparently so perplexed by they went to investigate) down to the fact that players were mostly paid above the maximum wage. In breach of the rules, many were ordered to leave City at once. “The team delivered the goods, the club paid for the goods delivered and both sides were satisfied,” Meredith said, describing what must have seemed like a football-utopia. And not just to him: the FA, as we know, would only kill the maximum wage in 1961. Meredith didn’t know.
The desire for player power consumed Meredith. He told a popular union paper in 1909 that working-class professionals have, for too long, “put up with indifferences and injustices of many kinds”, it is only now that they have realised the extent of it. The biggest injustice — “the rank injustice” — was the £4 maximum wage. The Players’ Union, set up by Meredith and team-mate Charlie Roberts, sought to end put an end to it.
The FA initially played along to the union before deciding, in 1909, to have nothing to do with it. The wage ceiling would stay forever, and failure to resign from the union would put careers at risk. How lovely. Inevitably, many left (only Manchester United refused to back down, and were suspended, though temporarily). Meredith saw class traitors: “The unfortunate thing is that so many players … do just what they are told … instead of thinking and acting for himself and his class.” While he continued to dazzle on the field, and find great success from it, Meredith could never quite put this behind him. He would later tell a Players’ Union secretary to “always remind your members that caps and medals didn’t look after me in my old age.”
References/further reading: John Simkin’s biography of Meredith on Spartacus Educational; Ian King on the maximum wage and Gavin Saxton on the fall of Manchester City, both on twohundred-percent.net; Ian McMillan’s report on ‘Outcast FC’ in the Guardian. With thanks to Paul and Greg Johnson for their help and Miguel Delaney for providing George Best material.
PROLOGUE: As Manchester United manager, Sir Alex Ferguson can boast a shedload of Premier League titles, a bucketload of FA Cups, and far too many League Cups, Champions Leagues, Charity Shields and individual awards to just store away somewhere sensible. How do you, then, write about a man who has accomplished so much? The task sounds daunting, but some were about to do it justice (recommended, though it’s been a while: this one, this one and this one).
In one of the many great tribute pieces, the Guardian‘s Daniel Harris had written the following:
We’re obsessed by stories, and we’re obsessed by happiness, and Alex Ferguson has provided indecent amounts of both, such that listing the bare facts of his achievements, however impressive they are, would be completely to miss his measure. The numbers are simply an aspect of the attributes that make him such a compelling and extraordinary character.
Harris says that Ferguson’s departure would be such a significant loss to the sport that even United’s “greatest rivals will feel differently in his absence.” It is by being an imperfect and complex character that Ferguson has been able to either earn the full respect of many, primarily fans of United and Aberdeen, or the begrudging respect of the rest. Success accounts for a lot of that, but there is more to say about the Scot than just how many trophies he has won. This is important, and if we were to take Harris’ idea further, that to simply list his achievements would be to “miss his measure”, Ferguson’s success — which translates to ‘titles’ — has also created shortcuts when discussing on-the-pitch matters. It’s acknowledged that he has won titles, but the whys and hows should also be considered because it helps to distinguish this individual from football’s other winners.
The shock of a benched Wayne Rooney in what would later turn out to be Ferguson’s last chance to win another European Cup — only his third — was understandable: who wasn’t just a little surprised? After all, here was a man so desperate to win the most coveted trophy in club football that he cared little about who knew; the frequency and depth to his expressions of regret was almost uncharacteristic of someone who would, at the same time, speak proudly of all his players and all he has achieved with them. Had Ferguson not been so close in 2009 and 2011, the dramatic shootout victory of 2008 might have seemed recent enough for him to be content. Alas, no; he acknowledged the popular retort to any Ferguson praise — “he’s only won it twice in 26 years” — and, regardless of whether it was fair or not, regardless of whether it took into account just how difficult a thing winning in Europe is, he seemed to agree with it. By dropping Rooney, some got the impression he wanted to extend it to 27 years. And yet, despite all this, it was a classic Ferguson move. He wanted his third.
A Champions League final at Wembley — that being the scene of his very first triumph — would have been a perfect way for Ferguson to bow out, with the manager’s first and last pieces of silverware creating a sort of bookend. The significance of that FA Cup win in 1990 should not be downplayed. Ferguson wrote in his very first programme notes four years previous that “success has a snowball effect.” Little did he know it would lead to a start of a dynasty.
Even though Ferguson maintains that he would have kept his job even had his side lost to Crystal Palace in the final, it felt as if time had been running out. If not now, then soon. However, as if unaware, Ferguson made the biggest decision of his career yet. He dropped goalkeeper Jim Leighton after United drew 3-3 with Palace and opted instead to select Les Sealey for the replay. It was the first real example of Ferguson’s notorious ruthlessness, a decision made more amazing when you consider that Sealey was only at the club on loan and making his third appearance of the season. Leighton was punished for a poor performance and Sealey, of course, would go on to be the star, making a series of outstanding saves fitting for any ‘keeper of Manchester United. (Leighton, meanwhile, the Rooney in goal, was later offered the medal by the fans’ new, sympathetic favourite.) Sealey would help Alex Ferguson win his first trophy … and an equally-heroic display against Barcelona in the Cup Winners’ Cup a year later allowed him to win a second.
But goalkeepers, ambiguous as they are, are better suited to the background. Eric Cantona is often credited with United’s upward movement but perhaps not even Ferguson could have envisaged the impact he would have had. He underestimated him and later told Philippe Auclair that he was one of those players “who do what can’t be taught, who, in fact, teach you something you didn’t know about football, and can’t be learnt, because you had no idea it existed before they did it.” With Cantona, United went from tenth to eighth in November and then higher than they’d ever been with Ferguson: to first place. There were other signings designed to do exactly the same thing: namely Andy Cole, who with Dwight Yorke created the most satisfying strike partnership on these and any shores, and, most recently, Robin van Persie.
A masterful Roy Keane display in 1994’s cup final might have been another occasion when Ferguson felt most vindicated, a record-signing who looked a bargain within his first season. But Keane’s talent was obvious; there have been others that Ferguson has been able to turn into winners where it has been less clear. The Scot’s faith in Danny Welbeck this season was not misplaced, but not widely understood, either. Welbeck was United’s best player over two legs against Real Madrid and had largely done his job — to “choke” Xabi Alonso — and was hailed by the Spanish press in the first at Bernabeu as “the star, involved in all Manchester’s best plays.” Ferguson would come out the loser, but it didn’t feel that way. Phil Jones looked like a natural midfielder and David de Gea’s display was a testament to all the good work United have done with the player in little time.
With Darren Fletcher — not unlike the appointment of David Moyes — a cynic would often say that Ferguson’s admiration came first from the fact that they were both Scottish. But ‘Fergie’s son’ — as his critics, Roy Keane and practically everyone else, would later find out — was a good player anyway, and if there was any favouritism shown to him by the manager, it did not do the club much harm. The midfielder was a true product of Ferguson’s latter-day Manchester United (this is a good thing): an important player without any special or distinctive features, but capable of many things. John O’Shea was another.
There was also the transformation of Park ji-Sung into a player that would play in the biggest of games and the brief revival of Wes Brown in 2007/08 where he looked like the defender Ferguson always wanted him to be. In 2001, he believed that Brown was the best natural defender in the country, “better than Sol Campbell … [and] Rio Ferdinand,” and, in 2009, maintained that he indeed still was, if injury-free. That double-winning season saw Ferguson get the very best out of his players; he successfully managed to serve the interests of all of Carlos Tevez, Cristiano Ronaldo and Wayne Rooney and, in the Champions League final, Owen Hargreaves had one of his finer performances on the right in a move designed to give United a third midfield option and allow Ronaldo the freedom he desired. (Another small victory: Michael Owen and Antonio Valencia were not replacements for Ronaldo and Tevez when they’d left, and yet a change of style — or lack of it — to something more pragmatic, still saw United to their 18th.)
When United put four past Schalke at Old Trafford in the same competition in 2010/11, a watching Pep Guardiola, envious of perhaps the one thing his all-conquering Barcelona team did not have — depth — said afterwards that they “played a Champions League semi-final with a team full of reserves and won 4-1 – that says everything you need to know about the quality they have.” A lot of things have happened since then, but Fergie’s emphasis on a big squad remains the same, as obvious a thing as that sounds. He believes his 1999 squad was “not nearly as strong as the squad I have got today,” and that has shown; other teams could provide an eleven that look better on paper, but United, who have had 20 different goalscorers, have been able to churn out points at a rate where their challengers couldn’t, even throwing a few away for fun for the sake of a 5-5.
What else? Federico Macheda recalls Ferguson’s promise of a place on the first-team bench if he could get a goal against Newcastle for the reserves. “Can you imagine the excitement?” Macheda said. “Then I went and scored a hat-trick.” Then he went and scored the title-winning goals against Aston Villa and Sunderland in the following weeks. While it’d be reaching too far to give Ferguson credit for goals he could never have expected, it fits with his great management of youth. The Class of ’92 and their subsequent rise must be Ferguson’s biggest source of pride, and, according to Phil Neville in 1997, “the boss paved the way” for his generation to become everything they wanted to be: league and FA Cup winners, England internationals and whatever they were after the treble success. This great believer in youth, however, in his last game, shunned the chance to officially promote another youngster, Adnan Januzaj, preferring Rio Ferdinand to put a lid on United’s own defensive implosion. He wanted to win above all.