Friday 30 May 2008

England's got talent



We tend to cover our ears nowadays when we hear Sepp Blatter has come up with another ‘big idea’ for the future of our game.
The man whose past brainwaves have included bigger goals, female players in tight shorts and the silver goal has been on his soap box again and the immediate temptation is to turn a blind eye.
For years the games hierarchy has treated the FIFA president with the kind of dismissive contempt reserved for an embarrassing relative, smiling politely as he prattles on then chuckling to each other behind his back.
However, his latest ‘six plus five’ suggestion for a limit on the number of foreign teams has actually made it to the debating table and has even been backed by the rest of FIFA.
For once Blatter has addressed an area of major concern in football that is being discussed on the terraces and in the pubs.
The standard line tracked out by journalists and fans alike is that the lack of English talent at the top of our game is effecting the national team.
This xenophobic argument for me lacks logic, the standard of football in the Premiership has shot up since the ‘invasion’ of foreigners in the 1990s and young English players are constantly getting the chance to test themselves against the best in the business.
This season’s all-Premiership Champions League final boasted no more than ten English players (although one of them, Paul Scholes, has retired from the international game).
My point is that if the foreigners were taken out of these squads and the Premiership generally the league would not have been so demanding that it produced teams to compete at Europe’s top table.
The standard bar has been raised to such a level that at least one English team has contested each of the last four finals, whereas Manchester United’s 1999 triumph was the only appearance in 15 years following English clubs’ return from European exile.
The league is strong and therefore the clubs are strong, what is essential is that we keep the supply of English talent coming through to the top teams.
That is why I agree with David Bentley when he spoke out (so unlike him!) about a lower key foreign influx, the one happening at academy level.
Managers like Rafael Benitez have scouts scouring the world looking for the next Cesc Fabregas, a £20 million player who Arsenal picked up for nothing by pinching him from under the noses of Barcelona as he was too young to sign a deal with the Catalan giants.
But for every Fabregas, how many valuable places are taken up in Premiership club’s youth squads by the a kid who is apparently next foreign teen sensation, who takes the place at the expense of a local youngster and then fails to make the first team grade.
Manchester City struck a positive blow for the future of English football last season when their side of largely local lads beat a Chelsea side littered with foreign talent in the FA Youth Cup final.
The key is we need English youngsters to be trained by the best coaches at the best academies.
Arsene Wenger may be constantly castigated by his lack of faith in young English talent but the Arsenal youth set up produced the likes of Bentley, Ashley Cole, Steve Sidwell, Justin Hoyte and James Harper.
What we need to ensure is the likes of Fran Merida, dubbed the new Fabregas, do not fill the Arsenal youth ranks and that all Premiership clubs spend less time looking in Mexico, Spain or Ghana for the next first team star and more time scouring for talent to develop on their doorstep.

Cherries Chat: The vultures are circling

It’s going to be a long summer for AFC Bournemouth and, if the prophets of doom amongst the Dean Court faithful are to be believed, the off-season could be a permanent one.

The club has been in administration since February, with no sign of light at the end of the tunnel, despite claims by chairman Jeff Mostyn that he had agreed a deal with administrator Gerald Krasner.

Young star Sam Vokes has been sold for an undisclosed (translation: knockdown) fee and last season’s top scorer Jo Kuffour is now also being linked with an exit.

Sunday marks a key date as we have a number of key players whose contracts officially expire on June 1 and they will be free to talk to other clubs.

I can’t blame any of them for walking away from this mess.

Yes, it is a mandatory requirement of any fan to chirp on about players showing loyalty to the club but its time for some hard truths.

These are young men, mostly players rejected from Premiership clubs, who came to the club to play first team football and launch their careers.

I am not questioning the commitment of the squad when they pulled on the shirt last season and many of them produced heroics as we battled in vain to survive drop last season.

But when they have to choose between the uncertainty at Bournemouth and a solid offer from a club at a similar or higher level, their loyalty is to their families.

Footballers have a limited window in which to earn their money and in the lower leagues they have to make the most of any opportunities.

Us Cherries fans are all feeling sorry for ourselves at the moment (as I’m sure you can tell) but we can take solace in the fact that there is always someone worse off.

Poor Gretna lived the dream when they rose from the English amateur leagues to the Scottish Premier League in double quick time.

But the dream quickly turned sour as bankrolling owner Brook Mileson pulled out of the club and life in the SPL proved unsustainable.

Now Gretna have been relegated right back to the third division and any future they face will need to be swallowed down with a large dose of reality.

I hope they can get back on their feat and rebuild the club – if only because they were a banker on a weekend accumulator as they stormed through the lower leagues!

Wednesday 28 May 2008

No place like home





It seems one man has been forgotten when we look back to that memorable night in Munich when England thrashed Germany 5-1.

You could almost forgive someone if they looked at pictures of that evening and asked: ‘Who’s that short squat bloke in the number eleven shirt’.

The answer, of course is one Nick Barmby, who was temporarily the latest in a long line of ‘solutions’ to the infamous left wing problem.

Barmby’s career trajectory took something as a downward spiral after that night as the man who had scored the first goals of both Sven Goran Eriksson and Glenn Hoddle’s managerial reigns made his last international appearance just a month later against Greece.

A series of injuries and an ill-fated spell at Leeds meant Barmby was able to leave the club on a free transfer in the summer of 2004.

Despite his waning reputation, he was still only thirty and he could have spent several seasons on the fringes of a top-flight, or certainly wealthy Championship, squad and raked in the wages.

But Barmby boldly decided to go back to his home town club and now, at 34, he is set to return to the Premiership as he helped fire Hull up in the play-offs with goals in both legs of the semi-final.

When Barmby joined the Tigers they were an unfashionable League One club and to have an England international who was hardly on the verge of retirement would have been a massive boost.

Any suggestion that Barmby had come to wind down was immediately dispelled as scored nine goals to help fire Hull to promotion in his season with the club.

The play-of final itself was secured by a fine strike another Hull boy Dean Windass, who returned to the club after a twelve-year absence and, at the age of 39 is playing the football of his life.

Another footballer who went home is Henrik Larsson who returned to Helsingborgs, where he first made his name, and is now adequately refreshed to come out of international retirement for the third time.

Fabio Cannavaro, by all accounts a proud Neapolitan, talked wistfully last summer of a return to Napoli, but must have found the noughts on the end of Real Madrid’s contract extension offer too hard to turn down.

Another object of fan idolatry, along with the ‘returning hero’, is the notion of the ‘one club legend’.

These are more common in the higher echelons of modern day football than many cynics would probably think in the age of players chasing fast money.

But a closer scrutiny reveals that most of the famous one club legends are at top clubs already

with the wages and trophy opportunities to match.

It is also already interesting to see how many of these monotonous men have seen their international careers affected by their commitment to their clubs.

Two of England’s definitive one club men, Paul Scholes and Jamie Carragher, have retired early, Ryan Giggs seemed to hardly play in any Wales friendlies and Steven Gerrard has rarely produced his club heroics on the international stage.

World Cup winners’ medal aside, Roma idol Francesco Totti is widely considered a massive underachiever in the blue of Italy and Real Madrid stalwart Raul has just been left out of Spain’s squad for Euro 2008.

Are these men simply giving all they have to offer to their gives or are they simply unable to adjust to the national set-up, where they have to become part of the team rather than the main man?

Below is my team of ‘one club legends’ still loyal to their clubs today (Paolo Maldini just misses out because of his recent retirement).


1. Iker Casillas (Real Madrid)
Played in a Champions League Final for Real just four days after his nineteenth birthday and has become a model of consistency in a club of fluctuating fortunes.
‘Saint Iker’, as he is known to the Madrid fans, has already played for Los Merengues over 300 times and has amassed 75 international caps. The scary thing is that he is only 27 and, as a goalkeeper, could have another decade in the top tier of the game.

2. Gary Neville (Manchester United)
Say what you like about the United full back (and believe me, I know Liverpool fans will) but Neville’s dependable presence meant Sir Alex Ferguson never had to think twice about who to put at right back for over a decade.
The club have repaid his loyalty during his current injury-cursed run and he now faces an intriguing battle for his position with the in-form Wes Brown when, or if, he returns to fitness.

3. Jamie Carragher (Liverpool)
OK, not strictly a left back but man of the scouse people Carragher has never given less than 100 per cent for the Reds wherever he is picked on the team sheet, anywhere in the back for or even occasionally as a holding midfield player.
Of course his finest moments in a Liverpool shirt have come during Liverpool’s Champions League runs in recent years when he has epitomised his team’s ability to rise to the big games and respond the Anfield atmosphere.

4. Steven Gerrard (Liverpool)
The modern day Kop idol, post-Abramovich Chelsea seem to tease his worshippers every summer by dropping seductive hints to the midfield dynamo who, so far, has resisted the temptation to cash in.
Let’s face it, few players anywhere receive the kind of hero worship showered upon Gerrard by Liverpool fans but this is a man who has risen to the occasion countless times in the club’s biggest games of recent years.

5. Carles Puyol (Barcelona)
A relatively late starter, the Spaniard didn’t make his first team debut for the Catalan club until he was 21 but he rapidly became a fixture in the team, first as a right back then at the heart of the defence.
His unkempt appearance and rugged style seem to go against the grain of the Nou Camp philosophy but over the last few years Puyol has been the rock on which the club’s stylish passing teams have been built.

6. John Terry (Chelsea)
Unforgettably dubbed ‘Mr Chelsea’ by ITV commentator Clive Tyldesley as he walked up to take ‘that penalty’, JT is arguably the most important player of Roman Abramovich’s Chelsea team – and he didn’t cost a penny.
It seems almost every other Chelsea first team player has been linked with the exit door at Stamford Bridge already this summer but not Terry, the idea of him playing elsewhere is just unthinkable.

7. Alessandro Del Piero (Juventus)
This one is slightly cheating as Del Piero did actually start at Padova before switching to the Turin club 14 years ago.
However, his status as the club’s record appearance holder and record goalscorer, coupled with his godlike status amongst the Juve fans, he can hardly be deprived the title of ‘one club legend’.
When the Bianconeri were relegated following the Calciopoli scandal in 2006 ‘Pinturrichio’ followed them to Serie B and played a key part in firing them back to the top flight.

8. Paul Scholes (Manchester United)
Of all the great players Sir Alex Ferguson has worked with at Old Trafford he still reserves a special place in his affections for Scholes, principally because of his quiet, workmanlike attitude.
His goal contributions may have dried up in recent seasons but he still has the ability to dictate the pace of United’s play with hi incisive passing and lighting quick football brain. For all his gifts, it’s just a shame Scholes still hasn’t learned how to tackle.

9. Raul Gonzalez Blanco (Real Madrid)
How Spain boss Luis Aragones can consider that, with 18 goals under his belt last season and experience of 102 caps and 44 goals at international level, there is not even a place in his squad for Raul at this summer’s European Championships is beyond me.
Having made his debut for Real at 17, Raul is still only 30 and one place where he will always be loved is at the Bernabeu. Intriguingly, Raul was a youth player with rivals Atletico before going on to score over 200 goals in the white of Real.

10. Francesco Totti (AS Roma)
A personal favourite of mine and, for me, his status as a one-club man is all the more remarkable because Roma are not a top tier club and Totti has had doubtless opportunities to take a step up both financially and in terms of trophies.
Some cite fear as the reason but the Roman god was a ball boy at the club and has formed a fierce bond with the supporters since turning at the age of sixteen, a relationship he simply could not have anywhere else.

11. Ryan Giggs (Manchester United)
The model professional, Giggs’ name was already firmly etched into the fabric of the club before he scored at Wigan to clinch this season’s Premiership for United on the day he equalled Bobby Charlton’s club appearance record.
Giggs went even further 10 days later when, on the evening he claimed the record outright, he scored a crucial penalty in the Champions League shoot-out before Nicolas Anelka missed his kick to hand the Red Devils the double.

Tuesday 27 May 2008

Cherries Chat: Well done Donny

I have to congratulate Doncaster Rovers on their play-off success at the weekend.

With former AFC Bournemouth boss Sean O'Driscoll at the helm and ex-Cherries Jamie Hayter and Brian Stock combining for the winning goal, there was definitely a south coast flavour to their triumph.

Of course, I wish the old boy network had come to the fore on the last day of the regular season when Donny lost to Cheltenham and therefore condemned my beloved Bournemouth boys to the drop after our draw at Carlisle (it was a long way to go and it hurt!).

The Yorkshire outfit have had a generous chairman in John Ryan, who funded the club's move to the new Keepmoat Stadium, but they have hardly spent outrageously in the transfer market and have proved how a well run club with a limited number of fans can succeed at this level.

Unfortunately, I fear for Sean and his men's ability to survive the Championship next season, if only because of the strength of the teams going up with them as Swansea and Nottingham Forest have been Championship clubs playing below their level for a couple of years.

I will also be keeping an eye on the Championship next season to see how Bournemouth's emerging star of last season Sam Vokes performs with Wolves.

The 18-year-old target man, who bagged 12 goals in his first full season, is on the verge of his full Wales debut, and with the Cherries in administration his departure was inevitable.

He is a very talented player, with a great attitude and a fantastic workrate. Cheers for your efforts at the Fitness First Sam and best of luck at Molineux.

Following the leader





An army of sheep led by a lion would defeat an army of lions led by a sheep. (Arab proverb)


One of the lads on the sports desk had a bit of a chuckle to himself the other day when reading a piece sent in by one of his more self important cricket reporters on a local league match.
The correspondent grandly described how the vice-captain bravely took on the captain’s armband when his captain was unavailable and led the side heroically in his stead.
The laughter – and it took me a while to get it – was of course because there is no such thing as a captain’s armband in cricket and there never has been.
I actually had a double take when I realised this. Are you sure that in the sport where the role of captaincy entails more extra responsibility, certainly on our shores at least, it is right that these leaders among men have no visible marker to alert the uninitiated spectator to their special status?
It will probably be introduced to Twenty20 before long, as the latest modernising gimmick along with titanium bats and night vision goggles.
But the likes of Lloyd, Chappell, Waugh and Fleming went about their day jobs with no ostentatious show of their superiority to their troops.
In rugby too the concept of the captain’s armband hasn’t really caught on.
I think back to Martin Johnson and I am convinced he wore an armband, or possibly a cape… something at least to signify his indisputable status as ruler of the England team that claimed the Webb Ellis Trophy in 2003.
But Johnno and his ilk simply relied on an overbearing presence and the undying loyalty of his men, who looked immediately in his direction when they were in need of inspiration.
Contrast all this to football, is it me or are captain’s armbands getting something of a Sex in the City makeover in modern times.
Gone are the days of a discreet black and white band, enter the garish bright green of Steven Gerrard or the Catalan colours adorned by Carles Puyol of Barcelona, that seems to take up half his arm.
Is it ego or is it the fact that in football the players need something more to mark out the special status of captain?
Tomorrow England’s armband will definitely be worn by John Terry, a timely pick me up from ‘that kick’ in Moscow.
But when, or if, Terry dons the national armband again is anyone’s guess as Fabio Capello seems to be playing out his own version of The Apprentice to decide who to cast in the role of full time captain.
Each round the designated team leader gets to lead out a bunch of self-serving, backstabbing individuals who all essentially want to be seen as better than the rest, and it is the leader who carries the can for the failure of the team to function as a unit in the task.
I understand the weak-kneed, star-struck bosses at Soho Square invited Capello in on the condition he did things his way, but the man has to have respect for the traditions of the English game.
The position of captaincy isn’t just a armband you wear for 90 minutes and swap around as and when it suits.
It is a full-time job that is the ultimate ambition of every English player and one they carry with them from when they lead the team out in the international arena to when they turn out for their club away at Sunderland on a Tuesday night.
It is a source of an immense pride for fans of a club to ‘own’ the current England captain.
And it has to be this way, simply because the captain defines the team. Look at all the great teams of the past and the importance of the leader.
Again, to go back to the rugby, of all the reasons proffered for England’s decline post-2003, surely one of the key points is that the team lost their totem pole, their general, and since Johnson’s departure, for a variety of reasons, noone has been able to retain the role for any period of time.
It does not take a brilliant political analyst to realise that authority is the key to any leadership and any rivals to that leadership simply serve to undermine that authority (Gordon Brown and David Miliband anyone?).
The idea of ‘eleven captains’ is one of those gratingly hackneyed cliches that I just don’t buy.
Every team, every group needs those who lead and those who serve and they need that one broad-shouldered figure who is the symbol of leadership, the heartbeat of the team who the followers turn to in the hour of need.
Personally, I would go for a roaring John Terry over a scowling Rio Ferdinand or Steven Gerrard, possibly one of the greatest enigmas of our generation on the international stage.
But the point is whoever Capello backs now is going to be forever seen as a rival by the others, not a superior.
Perhaps he should stick with the notion of a team of captains and simply wear the armband himself on the touchline.