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Fergie, Scholes, Owen, Beckham and Carragher: And there endeth the era…

People often talk of things signalling the end of an era. The final mini off the production line at Longbridge; Concorde’s final flight in November 2003 and the conclusion of the utterly hilarious and widely admired sitcom, ‘My Hero’ in 2006. All of these lamentable moments drew a particularly memorable period to a close. Two of these things involved revolutionary design, innovative forward-thinking and status as a national icon and treasure… the other was one of the worst programmes ever to have been broadcast. Anyway, I digress…

It would appear that this weekend is the last time we will see some of the most famous people associated with the Premier League and English football in action. A veritable cavalcade of the top flight’s greats and stalwarts will call an end to, in many cases, a highly successful career as they step aside, clearing the path for future legends.

The retirees this weekend include:

Sir Alex Ferguson, David Beckham, Michael Owen, Jamie Carragher, Paul Scholes.

There is little left to be said about Sir Alex Ferguson; he completely relaunched an already successful football club into an international sports brand of barely-equalled magnitude. Yet, despite the commercial position Ferguson leaves the club in, it is of course the utterly remarkable level of consistency of success on the pitch that is the real hallmark of Fergie’s reign. Never has one manager been able to last so long at one club at the very top level of football, with the many and varied pressures that brings.

"This headline's great, but I can't help thinking I'll probably become the best manager ever..."

“This headline’s great, but I can’t help thinking I’ll probably become the best manager ever…”    

Ferguson’s commitment to a certain style of attacking, pacy football and his ability to form new teams whilst maintaining an incredible record of picking up trophies is both admirable and astonishing. There was plenty about the Scot that neutrals couldn’t bear, but only a truly partisan moron would deny that the outgoing Manchester United manager is by far the greatest manager of the Premier League era.

You have probably seen pictures or video of David Beckham’s final game as a professional yesterday. The Londoner bowed out of the game with a victory and yet another championship win, making him the only Englishman to win league titles in 4 countries.

Few, if any figures in football history have gained the worldwide fame and profile of David Beckham, but those, and there are many of them, who focus with a critical eye on his off-field endorsements and celebrity lifestyle fail to give due respect to a Premier League legend. This is a man who has won the Champions League, La Liga, the Premier League, Ligue Un, the FA Cup, oh, and the MLS Cup, as well as numerous individual awards. Not only that, he has remained a) tirelessly committed to his fitness and improving and b) an obvious fan of the game – something other players don’t always seem… naming no names… ahem…

Michael Owen – when I hear that name, I still think of France 98 and that magnificent, impudent goal against a shell-schocked Argentina (well, Carlos Roa was busy thinking about what he was going to do in his remaining year-and-a-half on the planet, before the world ended around 2000). Unfortunately my mind then pulls me from my nostalgic stupor and reminds me of what Owen has become. A bench-warming, horse-racing has-been, who’s career very much reflected the old football adage about ‘two halves’. First half: full of speed, potential, medals, including European Football of the Year in 2001, and class. Second half: injuries, frustration, bench-warming, and interests elsewhere. A real shame that Owen doesn’t leave as a true great.

The impudent scamp on his way to scoring a beauty

The impudent scamp on his way to scoring a beauty

It’s true that you rarely see a one-club-man in modern football, especially in the top flight, so those Premier League players who spend their entire career with one club are often ludicrously feted as almost saintly heroes (even John Terry). However, it means a lot to fans that in the truly international world of the Premier League, there are still local boys doneing good and sticking around with their hometown club. Despite being a boyhood Evertonian, Jamie Carragher has been turning out as a professional for Liverpool since 1996.

In that time, the Scouser’s Scouser has scored a fair few own goals and frequently been beaten for pace by an arthritic snail, but the passion, commitment and downright bloody-mindedness of Jamie Carragher make him a legend of Anfield. He will leave Liverpool as a reminder of days gone by, they may not have been the club’s greatest years but he is certainly one of its greatest battlers.

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Why David Moyes Must Leave Everton

It’s time to go. After almost 9 years in charge, David Moyes needs to cut the chord and say goodbye to Goodison Park.

Moyes came to Goodison in 2002, arriving from Preston with a reputation as an up-and-coming young manager with plenty of ideas and a great deal of potential. Since then, Moyes has forged a reputation for himself as one of the most respected and capable managers in English football.

After guiding Everton to safety in his first season, Moyes built on an impressive 7th in 2002/3 to break the domination of the ‘Big Four’ in 2003/4 with a hard-earned and tremendously impressive fourth place finish. Unfortunately all their hard work in reaching the final Champions League qualification round was undone in two games against Villareal. The financial reward of qualification for the Champions League proper would have been manna from Heaven for a club that was,and is, in dire financial straits. As always seems the way for Moyes at Everton though, it was a case of so near and yet so painfully far. Since then Everton have finished in the top 6 three times (including 5th twice) and have been all the way to Wembley in the 2009 FA Cup Final.

What more can Moyes do than he has already, in a position where the constraints placed upon him by a penniless board have restricted his net spending to an eighth of Tottenham’s, a fifth of Villa’s and even a third of Birmingham City’s, who have spent two seasons in the Championship, since 2003?

It could be argued that, on the rare occasions he has been provided with reasonable funds, Moyes has failed to invest the money particularly wisely. Breaking the club’s transfer record 4 times under Moyes’s tenure, only Marouane Fellaini (£15m) can be reasonably seen as a good deal for Everton; £6m for James Beattie, £8.6m for Andrew Johnson and £11.25m for Yakubu, given the return on the pitch from each of those players, all register as poor investments.

But the vital signings of key players, Tim Cahill, Phil Neville and Mikel Arteta (each signed for under £4m), as well as the bargain price paid out for future star Seamus Coleman (£150,000), suggest that Moyes is hardly without skill and, perhaps more importantly, shrewdness in the cut-throat dealings of the transfer market. Indeed the success of Phil Neville, who was subject of a recent transfer bid from high-flying Spurs, is a testament to one of Moyes’s best qualities: his ability to bring the best out of his players.

Everton is not a team of superstars, far from it, it’s hard even to name a star player at Goodison Park, but it is a team, generally, of over-achievers. While a player like Arteta, who is clearly of a superior technical ability, could play for most teams in Europe, many of the other members of Moyes’s side have, through dedication and the tutelage of their manager, risen above what seemed to be their limitations to provide Moyes with credible and useful Premier League players.

Phil Neville left Manchester United with a reputation as a hard-working but limited penalty-magnet; under Moyes he has emerged as an inspirational first-choice and club captain , who has made over 450 Premier League appearances (50 more than his recently-retired brother, Gary). In 2004, Moyes plucked Tim Cahill from the relative obscurity of the Lion’s (New) Den at Millwall, and the attacking midfielder, one of the most effective headers in the penalty area, has become a stalwart for club and country. Moyes also helped to develop Phil Jagielka, Joleon Lescott (whose departure earned Everton a very tidy transfer fee) and Leighton Baines – all of whom have become England internationals. Equally, there are the largely ignored, yet quietly efficient Leon Osman and Tony Hibbert – neither of whom sets the world on fire with their form, but whose experience and work-rate help make the Everton team tick.

Nine years is a long time, especially in football, where it is sometimes hard just to keep up with who’s where, such is the frequency of managerial casualties, but the exemplary loyalty of Everton’s board should not be reason for Moyes to stay in a job to which he has given his all for the best of a decade, with little backing to show for it. Moyes has proven his loyalty by remaining as long as he has, but there comes a time where ambition will finally outweigh fidelity and that time is now. Moyes, like his players, has over-achieved at Everton; the likes of Aston Villa, Newcastle, even Manchester City would fall over themselves for a 4th placed finish and a FA cup final appearance – two things that none of those clubs has achieved in the last 8 seasons, but that Moyes has managed to achieve in the face of an almost unworkable budget and the unhelpful, if understandable pressure from sentimental fans wanting a return to the golden days of the 80s.

The question then is where to? The likes of Arsenal and Manchester United have legendary managers who are extremely unlikely to get sacked at all, let alone soon. However both Arsene Wenger and Alex Ferguson are reaching the end of their illustrious careers; few would immediately consider Moyes for the positions they will leave vacant, but despite his experience, Moyes is still only 47 – a man with many years ahead of him in football management. Tottenham too are likely to require a new manager in the next year or so, with Harry Redknapp the hot favourite for the England job in 2012 and while many would argue that Spurs would be a step sideways, the crucial difference at White Hart Lane is simple – money. Tottenham have, under ENIC, backed their managers (rightly or wrongly) with large transfer funds – a luxury Moyes would surely appreciate. Moyes would almost certainly be better backed at Aston Villa and Sunderland too, should such jobs become available. A man of patience, Moyes would not have to wait too long before an opportunity befitting his standing came along; only last year Sir Alex Ferguson said of his compatriot,

“When you take everything into consideration, he’s done an incredible job at Everton. He has not had the resources of other clubs but…the signings he has made have been terrific and it means he has continuity for years.”

The frustration of his time at Everton is building, and though Moyes puts a brave face on in interviews and diplomatically side-steps questions about the club’s lack of spending, the shackles of Everton’s necessarily miserly board have held back the Scotsman too long. Amazingly Moyes is, according to bookmakers, one of the Premier League managers most likely to be sacked, an extraordinary situation considering what he has achieved, but should Everton take such a step, it would lose the club one if its best assets, and free Moyes to pursue his ambitions and finally achieve his goals elsewhere.

Not Such Sweet Charity

Not Such Sweet Charity

To begin, I will apologise to all of my many, many dedicated fans.  I am sorry, dear readers for my lack of posts in the last week or so;  I have recently moved to new accommodation, that does not, as yet, allow me to travel freely down the information super-highway.  I am therefore forced to return to a deserted house to provide you with this latest entry, no need to thank me.

So, here we are.  The football season has already kicked off.  Watford’s entertaining 3-2- victory over Norwich last night opened the 2010/11 domestic season, and so we steel ourselves for nine months of emotion:  seemingly endless frustration, bouts of bitter rage and, if we’re very lucky, a smattering of euphoric highs.

I sometimes feel sorry for those poor, unenlightened souls who do not have a passion for football.  Firstly, because they are missing out on the truly global sport that can, and often does, provide moments of unbridled emotion rarely seen outside the set of Jeremy Kyle.  Secondly, because the poor devils have to put up with something they do not enjoy being broadcast on all formats, all the time, for 9 months a year in odd years and for 11 months a year in even ones.  I, for example, am not won over by the dubious delights of polo, but because it is practised almost exclusively by a small lah-di-dah (the collective noun) of extraordinarily posh people (Katie Price being the fairly anachronistic exception) I don’t have to put up wth it being flashed in front of my eyes everywhere I look.

Anyway, forget the non-believers, because, brothers and sisters, the time has come for us to begin our pious worship in earnest… football is back.

There is so much to discuss in anticipation of this new season that I know not where to begin.  As it is, I have decided that I will consider the Community Shield; that most exciting and worthwhile of games.

For those of you unfamiliar with the Community Shield, why are you reading this blog?  I jest… it is the traditional curtain-raiser to the new season that takes place the Sunday before the Premier League commences and is a one-off game between last season’s Champions and FA Cup Winners, which goes straight to penalties following a draw.

Because Chelsea had the temerity to win both the Premier League and the FA Cup last season, we have to resort to the second-placed team, Manchester United, making an appearance.  The two best teams in England going head to head should get the collective pulse racing, but generally speaking, mention of the Community Shield tends to be met with a reaction of indifference, even from supporters of the teams involved.

However, while this essentially meaningless friendly game should be a gentle warm-up to the real thing next week, we have occasionally seen in the past that players’ pride can turn this contest into a brutal spectacle.

One of the best examples of this uncharitable spirit came in the 1974 Charity Shield, which pitted Don Revie’s ‘Dirty’ Leeds, the team everybody loved to hate, against Liverpool, who were led out for a final time by club legend, Bill Shankly.  A fairly tepid game was interrupted just past the hour by the extraordinary sight of the famously-waspish Billy Bremner openly exchanging punches with fan-favourite Kevin Keegan.  Both men were sent off in what was hardly a glowing advertisement for the tradition of fair play in football, and the incident was particularly embarrassing for the FA, as it was the first Charity Shield match to be televised live.

Kevin Keegan and Billy Bremner, minus charity.

Kevin Keegan and Billy Bremner, minus charity.

Despite a healthy competition between Manchester United and Chelsea, I can’t imagine that we will see any such similar scenes in tomorrow’s clash.  The more likely scenario is that a draw is played out and somebody wins on penalties. Ferguson will then shake Ancelotti’s hand and make some banal comment about the game in his Glaswegian drone, that will leave Carlo with nothing to do, other than raise his left eyebrow, in his customary manner.

Carlo 'Roger Moore' Ancelotti

Carlo ‘Roger Moore’ Ancelotti

Still, once the shield has been dispatched, the battle can really begin. Bring on the Premier League.

And now for something completely different…
This.

Diego Maradona - ball control never a problem (sorry)

Diego Maradona – ball control never a problem (sorry)