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As we get to the business end of the season, the whinging about referees has started to  increase in volume and frequency.

Kenny Dalglish as a menager during pre-season ...

Kenny Dalglish as a menager during pre-season friendly Vålerenga v. Liverpool on 1st August 2011 at Ullevål. Result: 3-3. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

One can hear the petulant shriek (it’s just not FAIR!) of managers across the land, be it the whining of those facing relegation such as Mark Hughes, the perennial moaning of the title favourite Alex Ferguson or the excuse-making and swivel-eyed conspiracy theories of a manager under pressure such as Kenny Dalglish. We all love to have a scapegoat, someone to deflect the blame onto in order to mask our own deficiencies and for football managers the referee is just that.

But the truth is that refereeing standards are pretty decent. Yes, there are mistakes made, but then referees are, to use a worn cliché, only human and where humanity exists then mistakes and imperfection exist. Players and managers themselves are not perfect. A striker will not score with every chance, a player will not complete every pass (unless he’s Xavi) and a goalkeeper will not save every shot. Referees cannot be expected to get every call exactly spot on given the pace of the game and the interpretive nature of many of the rules.

Over the last decade there has been a lot of talk about using video technology.  It’s been successfully brought in with other sports such as rugby and cricket and has generally been effective in producing better decisions. However it has made referees more cautious and more reliant on it to make the tough decisions. Video tech can also ruin those pure moments of joy when a wicket is taken or a try scored, as everyone waits for confirmation. In the end you get two celebrations, both muted, which does not make for a better spectacle or for more enjoyable games. Due to football’s more fluid nature when compared to the more stop/start way that cricket and rugby works you do wonder whether integrating video technology would work. Plus, the football authorities and to a certain extent many major media outlets just haven’t had an open and constructive debate about how it would work in practical terms.

If a manager is so concerned or incensed about poor refereeing then why are they not putting some of the formidable resource of their football clubs to bear on the matter? Players are trained and drilled to the nth degree ahead of matches so the opposition is known. Why do managers not have an informed view on whether the referee is likely to be inconsistent or susceptible to the roar of the home crowd. What are the areas of weaknesses in the way he applies the rules. If a ref is particularly fastidious about diving, for example, then managers should know and pass this on to the players as part of their match preparation. If it’s that important then it seems it would be worthwhile to employ a referee scout to stockpile dossiers on them.

But simply put, there is no grand conspiracy against any particular club by referees. Refs are easy targets who aren’t allowed to talk to the press about their decisions, so can’t talk back and defend themselves. And can’t offer criticisms of the way that managers and players act during the game, though I’m sure referees would have a lot to say about some of the diva-style behaviour if given a chance.

Anyway you look at it, a manager who whinges about the referee but hasn’t done anything to plan and mitigate around an inconsistent referee and the resulting impact is, frankly, a chump.

English football (soccer) referee Howard Webb

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“Sure I saw him forearm the lad McCarthy. But what can I say I’ve always been a Manchester United fan so I was never going to send Rooney off.” So says Mark Clattenburg explaining his decision to turn a blind eye to a seemingly obvious red card offence.

Speaking later in the week Martin Atkinson explained his decision to send Nemanja Vidic off in the dying moments of the game: “Every time I have a game with him he’s always bitching and moaning about this or that decision. I’d been looking for a chance to send him off all game and teach him a lesson. He tugged the shirt, I thought, thank you very much and pulled out the red.”

Of course none of this happened. I made it all up. The referees in question said no such thing. Unfortunately, they abide by the rules of their employers and maintain a stoic silence as Alex Ferguson ignores the rules applying to him about questioning referees integrity. So much for the FA’s respect agenda.

The trouble is referees are an easy target for managers for the simple reason they can’t answer back. You can heap abuse and derision upon them, and if you’ve got a big enough reputation like the Govan gobshite Fergie then you’re probably not even worried about getting punished.

But what if referees could answer back? And what if referees could actually fire the opening salvos in a war of words with a manager?

Imagine if Howard Webb, ahead of Manchester derby, spoke about how Rio Ferdinand had harangued him in the tunnel after the last game. “I hope Rio doesn’t try tackling in the box. Any excuse to give a penalty and I’m pointing at the spot.”

If referees were allowed to mark the card of players and referees I think we’d find there’d be a sudden a new found respect for the match officials. I’m guessing managers would find themselves having a new found sympathy for that difficult offside decision. All for fear of antagonising the same referee at any future fixture. The FA could even start choosing referees on the basis of promoting their respect agenda. Courteous behaviour could be rewarded with a sympathetic referee.

And unapologetic recalcitrant’s like Ferguson? Well they could find themselves with Martin Atkinson every week.

 

Arsenal manager Arsene Wenger and in the backg...

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Arsene Wenger intellectually is the smartest manager in the premiership

He can speak numerous languages and the extent of his football knowledge is vast. One further quality we can be sure about, is he is neither blind nor stupid. He will say he did not see a foul, when we know full well he did. This has become his trademark, his catchphrase and in it lays the secret to explaining the conundrum of Arsenal Football club.

Wenger does not have money to spend. There you go, I said it. Start from that premise and the rest shall become clear. The stadium cost hundreds of millions. The money Arsenal borrowed for the stadium was secured luckily years before the worldwide financial crisis. This doesn’t affect the amount we received but it will affect the payback period. At that time there’s no doubt Arsenal would have opted for a fixed rate for at least the first few years, which is fine. The problem lies in any renegotiations. Arsenal would have very little room to manoeuvre. The fact is Arsenal has to free themselves from the shackles of the bank before they can get back to being a free spending football club.

We can all do the maths; high season ticket prices, regular external events held at the stadium, and a consistent cash flow from Champions league TV rights. The money is definitely flowing in, what grates Arsenal fans is why does that not result in bigger signings, with the wages to match? Why do we not retain our players at all costs? Why can’t we just spend £20m and buy Gareth Barry etc.

Imagine the scenario, you have a £250k Mortgage with a Bank. You tell them, “I can’t pay this off any faster we simply don’t have the money!” whilst simultaneously buying yourself a brand new car each year, parked in full view on your driveway. Your excuses will not wash.  Business men are not football men. The banks want their money back, they need it more than ever. A £200 million loan is no small shakes for any bank, let alone one that’s payback period that is tied to a sporting entity’s success, which is in no small part dependent upon the ability to spend money. Unless of course you can be successful without spending money. Step forward Arsene Wenger.

How can a manager that watched Vieira destroy midfields single handily believe Denilson can do the same? Does he truly believe Diaby can hold a flame to Petit, or finally that Djourou will develop into the next Sol Campbell? The answer is no. He wants them to be Denilson, Diaby and Djourou. The same way he wanted Anelka, Henry, and Vieira to find themselves and to be their own men. The weight of expectation is great and the players are not. His eagle eye allowed him to turn stones in diamonds and he is a victim of his success. The deserved accolade of the “Greatest nurturer of talent” hangs heavily around his neck.

Wenger wants to find the next bright spark, but not for his personal pride but out of necessity. There is no money. Why would he be willingly to wait 4 months between the summer transfer window and the January transfer window to save £3m on Arshavin unless it was absolutely vital. A footballing man would say, “If you wait till Winter, he will be cup tied for the Champions League” and business man would say “He’ll be cheaper”. Ivan Gazidis is the man at the top of the tree. He is not a footballing man he’s a business man. When he moves on, and his prospective employers ask him to outline his previous achievements, he will not refer to great victories or extended cup runs ending in success, the achievements will all be financial. The number of years of positive income growth, the reduction of long standing debtors and such like. Arsenal are a business and they make business decisions.

The players we currently have at Arsenal are not special. Infact they are woeful. Nasri, a poor man’s Pires and is frail of body and mind. Diaby is weak, and slow, his size is deceptive. He seems imposing but rarely does. Walcott is another Keiron Dyer in the making and at best a Jermaine Pennant of 2008/9 season’s standard. Wenger’s hands are tied. He wants to spend but the weight of expectation and the cost of failure weigh heavily on his shoulders. We’ve send the transformation of a man that was the epitome of calm, controlled, management under pressure, to being a highly strung, agitated, nearly man, yet is the only manager that can cope with the restrictions at the Emirates and he knows this. To leave Arsenal now would be a complete breach of his duty of care. Criminal almost, bordering on neglect. Arsenal need him more than he needs them, perhaps that’s an insight into the theme of the conversations he had with Cesc Fabregas.

The good news for Arsenal fans is this period shall not last forever. The debts will be soon repaid and then the true fight shall begin…for sole ownership. Another saga still to be concluded.

Javier Mascherano: The most overrated player in world football?

Although every football fan in the world recognises the genius of the likes of Lionel Messi, Xavi, Arjen Robben and Andres Iniesta, there are always one or two heavily lauded players who split opinion. For me, one of those players is Javier Mascherano.

I have seen Mascherano play countless times for both Liverpool and Argentina (though admittedly not at West Ham, where he wasn’t deemed good enough by Alans Pardew and Curbishley to displace Hayden Mullins from the starting eleven) and have yet to see the Argentine justify all the hyberbole that surrounds his performances in his preferred holding role.

Don’t get me wrong, Mascherano is by no means a bad player – he can pass the ball competently, tackle (reasonably) effectively and has a decent engine. But is he really worthy of all the exalted praise that comes his way? During his short stint as national coach Diego Maradona famously said that Argentina was a team of “Mascherano and 10 others”, while his old Liverpool boss Rafa Benitez was equally effusive in his praise, describing him as a ‘monster of a player’.

How Mascherano could be on the teamsheet before the world’s best player Lionel Messi is a debate for another day, but what was equally puzzling was Maradona’s decision to play the 26-year-old in the defensive midfield role at the expense of Esteban Cambiasso, a far more effective and experienced campaigner. A look at their respective trophy cabinets would validate that argument, with Cambiasso playing a pivotal role in Inter Milan’s treble-winning campaign last year while Mascherano has yet to lay his hands on a single trophy in his three years on Merseyside. The amount of needless fouls Mascherano concedes with reckless and ill-timed challenges also makes him a less than aesthetically-pleasing player to watch for the neutral supporter.

Cambiasso also offers more of a threat going forward, chipping in with four goals last season, including a vital strike against Chelsea in the Champions League knockout stages. Mascherano has a miserable three goals to his name in three seasons at Anfield, and rarerly breaks forward to support Liverpool or indeed Argentine attacks, preferring to sit deep and take the ball from the nearest centre-half before passing it sideways, much like ‘The Crab’ Ray Wilkins did in his pomp.

Comparisons with Claude Makelele, arguably the most effective player in that defensive holding role in the modern era, are similarly wide of the mark. Again, one glance at Makelele’s record at Real Madrid and Chelsea will tell you he has been much more effective in that role than Argentina’s captain. Indeed, his sale to the West Londoners at the height of the Galactico era coincided with Madrid’s trophyless run and Chelsea’s renaissance as a major force in English football. Zinedine Zidane summed up the feeling among the Madrid players when he said of his compatriots departure: “Why put another layer of gold paint (David Beckham) on the Bentley when you are losing the entire engine?”

Of course, you could argue, and with good reason, that Makelele and Cambiasso have played in better sides than Mascherano. That may be true, but both players have become the heartbeat of their respective club teams, driving them forward and creating opportunities for their team-mates. Mascherano, on the other hand, seems to operate in such a small area of the field that he is never likely to take up that mantle.

Perhaps the game that exposed Mascherano’s limitations more than any other was Argentina’s 4-0 thrashing by Germany in this summer’s World Cup. In this case, you couldn’t say that Mascherano was lining up in the less talented side. In the opposing team, Bastian Schweinsteiger, a relative novice in the  deep-lying role, taught the Argentine a brutal lesson on how to break up attacks, protect your defence and distribute the ball before joining in with a swift counter attack.

Mascherano admittedly had a huge job on his hands trying to provide protection for a back four that featured the hapless Martin Demechelis and Nicolas Otamendi, but by all accounts he put in a wretched performance in Cape Town as Argentina’s World Cup dreams imploded in embarassing fashion. And it’s not like he was taken by surprise by  the Germans set-up – they had played in exactly the same way in their 4-1 thrashing of England in the previous round. As captain, it was his responsibility to bring some order to the chaos around him, organise his team-mates on the pitch and keep their heads up when they went a goal behind early on.

In the event, Schweinsteiger bossed the midfield with such ease it is surprising that Mascherano’s stock remains so high this summer. Perhaps £30m from Inter Milan for his services would be the best bit of business  Liverpool could do this summer.

Don't fancy them two upfront

Sullivan and Gold: Dream team, or a disaster waiting to happen?

I’m no pessimist. In fact, a lot of people who know me consider my musings to be realistic, with a hint of sarcasm thrown in. This is what I bring to the table today – not a rant, but a slightly worried commentary on the state of affairs at my beloved Premiership club, West Ham United.

First, I would like to position myself on the like/dislike spectrum of opinion for the West Ham owners, Davids Gold and Sullivan. They are clearly very astute businessmen, regardless of their questionable wealth accumulation, and also very passionate fans of the club, something which should not be held against them when they are a little ‘loose-tongued’ with the media.

The debt seems to be under control now the Icelandic cowboys with their empty sacks of hope have left the Boleyn Ground. However, the recent transfer gossip gives me palpitations.

I love reading the gossip columns, even though most of the stuff you read is ridiculously over-hyped rubbish from questionable sources. It builds excitement and intrigue for the season ahead, which couldn’t come soon enough. However, I hate reading any gossip linked to West Ham. This usually causes me to question the judgement of the owners and the new management.

Prime example: June 2010, Neymar of Santos to West Ham. Gold and Sullivan plan to spend at least £18million on an unproven teenage player from Brazil, just to sell him on to Chelsea a year later. Business sense? Maybe, but what happened to all this talk of debt and ruin as little as six months ago?

The above example was within days of Matthew Upson being linked with various other Premiership clubs. Which brings me on to my second point for concern – why are the management team going after players like Neymar, Loic Remy and Assamoah Gyan, none of whom are likely to come or come cheap?

Surely we should look at replacing and strengthening our aging and wholly disappointing defence? I know we need reinforcements in most areas, and I’m happy to see the Mexican international Pablo Barrera has attained a work permit, but please, have you seen our first-team defensive line?

Upson (our best defender – which spells trouble)
Tomkins (our best young defender, but still has lots to learn at this level)
Gabbdon (past it)
Da Costa (has never looked comfortable in the Premiership)
Ilunga (not yet proven his worth)
Spector (no hoper)
Faubert (God help us all)

My fingers are being kept firmly crossed that we will see some major strengthening in this area before the big kick off, even with the possibility of journeyman Tal Ben Haim joining the ranks.

Finally, I’ll be keeping my eye on the players coming through the famed academy. Jordan Spence, George Moncur and Oliver Lee all look promising. I’m hoping Avram Grant will spare a though for the already proven talents of Collison, Stanislas and Hines next season too.

My hopes for next season are built upon 30% excitement and 60% fear, with the remaining 10% unrelated to West Ham …

The Chump-ions League

Posted: July 13, 2010 by onefootinthegame in Champions Leuage, Rant
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The Chumpions League: "How long til we win the Championship, Carra?"

It’s that time of the year, post World Cup melancholy whilst counting down the Saturdays till the big kick-off. Getting excited about the prospect of attending pre-season friendlies, admiring the groundsman’s handiwork over the summer and tasting the new flavour Pukka pie.

However, one thing I will not be salivating over is Platini’s bloated behemoth that is the Champions League.

What sort of anorak (or perhaps more appropriate for the Chumpions League, corporate suit) is looking forward to a dreary, miserable Tuesday night in October when United are already through and playing a team of reserves against some second rate European no-hopers where the result is meaningless. Answer, no one.

The same teams qualify for the quarters year upon year and continue their monopoly of the game, suckling on the rich teat of the Chumps Leagues’ well of cash. When this teat is removed, clubs are sent into a spiral of decline. (See Leeds for the prime example, and hopefully Liverpool in the next few seasons). The financial situation, even for the clubs that are in the competition every year, is unsustainable. Look at the mounting debts of the leading giants in Europe and the astronomical wages they pay. It’s only going one way, and that is financial disaster.

It has become such an overblown corporate monster that it takes precedent over all other levels of football. (And who drinks Amstel, seriously?) With “The Champions” ringing in their ears, do we seriously expect the likes of Platini and Blatter to give a shit about grassroots and lower league football when they’ve got their cash cow to milk.

Most of the stars expected to flourish in South Africa underperformed and looked well off the pace. I put this down to simply the number of games they are expected to play, and 13 games to win the Chumpions League certainly does not help this situation.

I’m not saying get rid of the Chumpions League permanently, although a name change should be on the cards as its the biggest misnomer in football. I suggest having a straight knockout format, much like the FA Cup, with no Sepp Blatter style seeding to protect the big teams. This would obviously be the fairest solution and lead to much more tense and exciting games.

I’m certain most true football fans would agree with my suggestions. The only problem would be the shortfall of TV money. If you were to disband UEFA, or at least remove some of the overpaid football bureaucrats, and put in place a salary cap, I’m sure a compromise could be reached for the future benefit of the game. Otherwise, I can only see another decade of debt and pointless Champions’ League nights with Jamie Redknapp’s crotch staring at me.

Too Klose for comfort

Posted: July 7, 2010 by onefootinthegame in Rant, World Cup 2010
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Is it his pigeon-like face? Perhaps it’s his early nineties haircut? Or even just a mild case of xenophobia? Whatever the reason, I simply don’t like Miroslav Klose.

Now it’s worth pointing out that my footballing emotions have never been entirely rational. For example, my long standing distrust for any footballer that wears a polo neck under his shirt. Or my unhealthy respect for James Beattie. And now Klose.

It bothers me that he is dangerously close to breaking Ronaldo’s World Cup goal-scoring record and that he is level on World Cup goals with Gerd Müller – a man who plundered an astonishing 68 goals in 62 internationals.

It frustrates me that over the last decade during major tournaments he has been mentioned in the same breath as David Villa, Thierry Henry, and Hernan Crespo. And he has, because he consistently scores goals, and plenty of them, at major international tournaments.  Even if three of those came against Saudi Arabia in 2002.

And that’s the problem. Or at least my problem. He displays all the attributes that highly desirable strikers are rightly lauded for. Reliable, clinical, always in the right place at the right time, with a fantastic goals to games ratio. A rich man’s Franny Jeffers if you will. Unlike many around him, he’s neither cynical, theatrical or petulant. So why is it that I refuse to acknowledge him for what he seemingly is, a great striker?