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Rooney: does absence makes the side grow stronger?

Are England better off without Wayne Rooney?

Heresy? I don’t think so. Because the more I watch England the more I become convinced that the team would be better off without Wayne Rooney.

Last night’s match against Moldova and Tuesday’s match against Ukraine are a chance to see what an England side could look like without the Manchester United front man.

For all his individual talents, Rooney distorts the England team. Tactics are centered around “getting the best out of him”. However, whilst the rest of the side are expected to sacrifice their own games for the sake of Wazza’s, the scouser rarely returns the favour.

For such an experienced international, Rooney continues to cause problems with his tactical indiscipline. All too often, when he’s frustrated with a game, Rooney will drop deep into midfield to involve himself in the game.

Despite the frequency with which this happens, I’ve yet to see the match where this has ever made a difference. It only ever results in England’s midfield becoming clogged and the remaining striker becoming isolated.

We were given a chastening example of this during the European Championship and England’s quarter-final match against Italy. With Pirlo the danger man, Rooney and Danny Welbeck were tasked with dropping onto him and restricting his influence.

The plan worked perfectly – for 20 minutes. England started the match brightly, causing Italy problems with some well-worked attacks. During this spell, Welbeck and Rooney stuck to their task, sitting on Pirlo when England lost possession.

But Rooney just couldn’t help himself. After 20 minutes, bored of his sporadic involvement in the game he again drifted into midfield in search of the ball. Pirlo suddenly started pulling the Azzuri’s strings and England had no-one to play the ball up to and relieve the ever growing pressure.

The fact England somehow made it to penalties in the match was more to do with the heroic efforts of his team mates than anything Rooney contributed.

I can only imagine the frustration Roy Hodgson felt watching the game and seeing his carefully conceived strategy torn up, by one player who’s got the hump about how much of the ball they’ve had.

Euro 2012 also reminded us of a another long-standing Rooney problem: his continued failure at international tournaments. It’s now a long time since Euro 2004, but it remains the only time where Rooney has fired on all cylinders at a major competition.

Given that he neither plays well, or can be relied upon to stick to a plan, it’s legitimate to ask whether we want to go Brazil in 2014 only to see Wayne fail. Again.

England’s qualifying group is as close to a passport to Brazil as you could realistically hope for. In the fixtures ahead Hodgson has the chance to build a team without Rooney. Most importantly, a team which can actually function as ‘a team’, and not as servants to a selfish talent.

FA Cup Pop

Posted: February 14, 2012 by onefootinthegame in England, FA Cup
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This weekend heralds the 4th round of the Budweiser sponsored FA cup. Dreams of Wembley are harboured by fans, whose clubs are still hanging on in the competition. The media like to talk about the romance of the FA cup. In its 141 year history, there have been many memorable moments. Ronnie Radford’s winning goal for non-league Hereford United against the mighty Newcastle. Trevor Brooking’s cup final header against Arsenal. Ricky Villa’s dramatic solo goal against Man City. All glorious moments etched in FA cup folklore. However, I remember something far more memorable than all of that. Something that really represents FA cup tradition. The FA cup final song!

There are probably a few spotty pubescent teenagers reading this, who don’t know what the hell I’m on about. Well that’s nothing new. I’m not cool anymore. Well truth be told, I was never cool. Hence the years of self-loathing. Anyway, I digress. The really tragic thing is, this generation has lost out. Forget about the rise in student fees or broken Britain. They are a host of people out there, who never got the chance to see tone deaf, multimillion pound footballers, make absolute prats of themselves. Well in ways other than family-related sex scandals, and controversial (non) pre-match handshakes of course.

For those who may not know. There was a time (way back when) that football clubs who competed in the FA cup final, would celebrate the occasion. The two competing clubs did this, by releasing their own individual songs. Yes, an actual living, breathing song that would go into the charts. There was even a real a chance this dichotomy of audio tripe, could reach the dizzy heights of number one. How ridiculous is that? Imagine footballers today, having the opportunity to topple modern artists like Rihanna and Ed Sheeran. In fairness, a lot of the FA cup final songs were better than Ed Sheeran, but that’s beside the point.

So picture the scenario. A group of professional footballers in a recording studio, warbling into a microphone.  Some of them genuinely believed they could actually sing. Oh and the songs. Let me tell you about the songs. The lyrics were just a mess of random football clichés, with terrace chants thrown in. They were terrible, truly terrible. However we as football fans absolutely adored them! It was something about the silly, cheesy, naff nature of it all, that was well, very, how do you say……English. Plus all the proceeds from the songs sales, would go to a local charity or something wholesome like that (I think!).

Sadly, professional football in this country is a very corporate and commercial world now. Something seemed to happen at the turn of the millennium, and the tradition of releasing a FA cup football song was forgotten. It just doesn’t happen anymore. The media complains there are no sporting personalities. Well the FA cup final song made even the most gormless of morons (I’m talking to you Wayne Rooney), look like real entertainers. Don’t just take my word for it. Have a look at the attached videos of past FA cup final songs. I dare you to watch them and not sing ‘the Anfield rap’ or ‘Arsenal hot stuff’ afterwards.

I was even contemplating the return of International football songs. You know, the ones a nation would record and release before a major tournament. Now this is really exciting stuff. We could have a football version of Eurovision. Where players from each nation would sing and rival countries would do the voting. Oh think of the politics, the backstabbing, and the bribery. FIFA and UEFA would bloody love it! Instead of thinking about formations and zonal marking, the England manager would be wondering if Darren Bent and Joe Hart could finish off their perfect falsettos. Absolute genius folks! I reckon I’m onto something here. Someone get me Simon Cowell’s number, quick.

So, who’s with me here? Let’s see the return of the FA cup final song. With your help this dream can be achieved. We can do it together people. I could even start a petition. Let the future of today revel in football music awfulness. Thank you!  I’m off to listen to my Baddiel and Skinner ‘Euro 96’ Three Lions cassette.

Mario has taken over our lives at 1FITG Towers. We can’t stop thinking of him, wondering what is he doing RIGHT NOW.

That lead us to our favourite Super Mario Balotelli moments. Here is our list – what are we missing? Spoof (funny) stories welcome too….

1. What do you do when you’ve got a day off and a younger family member to entertain? Go to a womens prison of course! Mario drove his Mercedes Coupe into a women’s prison in Manchester, the officer explained that the pair were questioned for half an hour and said they were “specially curious at the fact it was a women’s prison”.

2. When a youngster asked for an autograph outside City’s training ground, Balotelli demanded to know why the boy was playing truant. After the child revealed he was being bullied, Balotelli drove the boy and his mother to the school in question so he could tackle the bully himself. He demanded to see the headmaster to make him aware of the issue and then mediated between the two boys to resolve the issue. A source said: “Mario feels strongly aboutbullying.”

3. Since moving to Manchester, Balotelli has racked up £10,000 in parking fines and had his white Maserati impounded 27 times. Once he was pulled over by the police who wanted to enquire why he had £25,000 in cash on his front seat. Balotelli reorted: “Because I can.”

4. After gambling at Manchester’s 235 Casino, Balotelli walked away with winnings of £25,000. Feeling generous, he gave a homeless man ‘with ginger dreadlocks and a beard’ £1,000.

5. When Mario spotted the prostitute Jenny Thompson, who was linked with Wayne Rooney, leaving the toilets of a restaurant, he chanted “Rooney, Rooney” before flicking a middle finger at her friends. He then offered to fight one of her entourage. Click here for the full story.At the same restaurant as the above incident a beautiful WAG wannabe walked in. Balotelli shouted ‘Hey!’ with food tumbling out of his mouth. The WAG went over and without saying a word, Balotelli handed her his phone so she could input her number. Plaaaaaaya

6. Mario’s mum over from Italy, asks the cleaner if she has everything she needs. Cleaner: “No, I need all the practical things – iron etc.” Mario’s mum: “Where can we go to buy these things? Write me a list and we’ll go and buy it all” Cleaner: “John Lewis.” So Mario’s ma sends him & his mates to John Lewis with a shopping list in hand…Mario returns to the house 5 hrs later…empty-handed. Cleaner: “Where’s the iron, iron-board etc?” Then a big John Lewis van arrives…van contains nothing from the shopping list bt the following ‘practical items’: – giant trampoline, Scalextric, 2 Vespas, table tennis set’

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“It was indefensible really. We were winning 2-1, only needed a draw to qualify and Wayne has let the team, the manager and country down,”said England captain John Terry, immediately after the 2-2 draw with Montenegro in Podgorica, in which Wayne Rooney’s petulance earned him a red card in the 74th minute.
…or at least that is what he should have said.
But instead we go this spineless assessment from JT:
“I hope Wayne doesn’t get too much stick. What happened was unfortunate but it was one of those things. It means that he misses one or two games when we get there but it’s important to realise that, without him, we wouldn’t be in this position.
“He’s been absolutely magnificent for England and I hope people don’t criticise him too much. The important thing is we got the right result and we’re through.”
Oh John, you are wrong on so many levels.First of all, how exactly was the red card brandished by Wolfgang Stark unfortunate? Rooney deliberately kicked out at his opponent Miodrag Dzudovic with absolutely no provocation from the Montenegrin, when his team were still leading 2-1 and 20-odd minutes away from a certain place in the finals.

Secondly, is there anyone out there who seriously thinks England would have failed to qualify from a group containing mediocre Switzerland, Montenegro and Wales sides and an atrocious Bulgaria one without Mr Short Fuse leading the line?

And the claim that Rooney has been “magnificent for England” would make even the most fervent revisionist historian blush.

Patchy

Though it is undoubted that on his day Rooney is one of England’s best players, and certainly one of the most naturally gifted, his record for the national side is patchy at best.

Until his injury in Euro 2004, Rooney was undoubtedly one of the stars of the tournament, and tore the French, Swiss and Croatian defences to shreds that summer with his fearless forward play.

But since those heady days, Rooney has been something of a curse for England in tournaments. In 2006, he was unfit, unproductive and petulant once more, red carded for the first time in an England shirt in the quarter final against Portugal, as the Three Lions limped out of yet another tournament (and a very open one with no truly outstanding side) on penalties. England of course failed to reach the 2008 Euro finals with the Manchester United frontman scoring just two goals in the most dismal and depressing of qualifying campaigns.

And of course, there was last summer. The debacle of South Africa. A highly favourable group and route to the semi finals- should they have topped the group- squandered pathetically by Capello and his hapless squad. Rooney had arguably the biggest stinker of a tournament out of any player in the finals, taking into consideration his perceived quality, reputation and the excellent goal scoring season he had had in the Premier League and a highly impressive World Cup qualifying campaign.

There is no doubt he was not fully fit and that he may have been concerned with off the field allegations soon to break worldwide (his own fault) but his performances were poor and the contempt he showed to the travelling England fans was the cherry on top of a terrible campaign.

And now, before the Euro 2012 finals are anywhere near to beginning, and the 16 finalists haven’t even been confirmed or the groups drawn, Rooney has already negatively affected England’s tournament.

So, a quick waltz through Rooney’s history in a England shirt does not hold up kindly to Terry’s claims that “he has been magnificent” for the national side. That is not to say he hasn’t had inspired games or patches, or that other players (bar maybe Ashley Cole and pre-injury Rio Ferdinand) have been consistently brilliant either.

But back to the original point about fellow players defending his actions in Montenegro. These days in football there seems to be an unwritten rule between players- and many managers- that you cannot criticise one of your own to the media or in public too harshly. You seem to have to ‘protect’ your player from criticism, not to give them the kick up the backside they more often than not deserve.

This is one of the most nauseating things in modern football, and I suggest that this ‘protecting’ doesn’t always have the desired effect. In fact it often reinforces the mollycoddled, prima donnas that we see in the Premier League and International football almost every week.

But in 1998, then England manager Glenn Hoddle, though pleading with the media not to destroy David Beckham, admitted that the midfielder had let down the country and team. In public! The public criticism from Hoddle reportedly hurt Beckham, and it has been written about plenty how he responded and eventually became England’s captain and talisman for a good period. Not to forget winning the Champions League the season the year after the 1998 World Cup.

On a managerial level, the late great Brian Clough was left humiliated by a very public snub from Leeds boss Don Revie. Instead of sulking, Clough duly used the snub from Revie as a motivation to better the achievements of his arch-rival’s successful but ugly Leeds teams of the early 1970s. Two league titles with unfashionable Derby County and two European Cups and a Division one trophy with Nottingham Forest suggests he did so with aplomb.

You see, a public dressing down, snub or kick up the backside is not always a bad thing. It might actually be a blessing in disguise, a helping hand. And if players and managers could be honest about disciplinary incidents more often than they are to the media, perhaps there is a chance that the sinning player might show some strength of character, work harder to win back their manager, fans and teammates trust and learn from the experience.

Worth a try, isn’t it?

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Football was embroiled again in another Twitter sparked furore after Wayne Rooney ‘offered out’ a fan who abused him on the social networking site.

Recently we’ve seen Carlton Cole and Ryan Babel find themselves on the wrong end of FA disciplinary proceedings after tweeted remarks. And if you’re inclined to dismiss it as a storm in tea cup you could always try telling that to the two Scottish footballers who were sacked after comments about Neil Lennon.

So against this background you’d be forgiven for thinking that controversy was the default setting where Twitter and footballers were concerned.

However, in this turbulent sea of dispute and debate there is an oasis of calm. Somewhere we can enjoy the peace and quiet of mundane observation and bland platitude. Safe from the siren calls of incisive observation, trenchant opinion, or pure splenetic bile.

Where is this tranquil shore I hear you ask. Why it’s Michael Owen’s twitter feed.

Here’s the former teen prodigy on Avram Grant’s sacking:

“Who will take over at West Ham? I’m sure they will get a big name, they are a great club with great history. Plenty of people will want it.”

And the Premiership relegation battle.

“Hard to predict who will be going down. Nobody seems to deserve it this season. What a day to be sat on the sofa watching events unfold.”

Not even the return of sectarianism to Scottish football can trap Michael Owen.

“What about that chap tonight who attacked Neil Lennon? Not good for Scottish football or the game in general.”

Where the rest of the football world froths itself up into lather, Michael serenely navigates these seas. Avoiding anything which might be mistaken as controversial or, even more worryingly, an opinion.

Even Michael’s off field life is equally as tranquil.

“Porridge for breakfast. Just watching the golf on tv before I get showered.”

But surely there must be a flaw. Nobody can be that perfect. And I have to admit there has been one breach of Michael’s even tempered approach to events that confront him in his life.

“Filling out the forms so I can buy my allocation of 16 tickets for the champions league final. Just seen the price of them £225. Joke.”

However, for Michael there is a happy ending. Fortunately he’ll be able to sit and watch the Champions League final for free – from his usual vantage point of the substitutes bench.

 

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Reading the football news, I wonder sometimes if I’m trapped in a world that is some sort of collaboration between Orwell and Kafka. This season has provided some astonishing examples of double-speak, misinformation and hypocrisy that make you hope other people have spotted the same thing. It seems to get worse with each season to the extent that there seems be a growing minority, who will hopefully soon be the majority, who can see straight through the giant frauds being perpetrated against us. I live in hope that one day we reprise the denouement of John Carpenter’s ‘They Live’ when the human race suddenly discover the master race of aliens amongst us subverting us with subliminal mind control. I’ve always thought that Richard Keys had the look of a shape shifting lizard.

This season, the mind-bending started back in the summer towards the end of the transfer window. In a situation that could have been taken straight from ‘Yes Minister’, Alex Ferguson vented his frustration at the madness of the transfer market, describing it as “kamikaze”. In typically forthright manner, he went on to say “You can’t necessarily achieve all the time by spending”. This was on the very same day that he spoke of signing Bebe for £7.5m without seeing him play, saying “It was a bit of leap into the dark really because we hadn’t seen him play…so we took the gamble… It was one of those instinctive things, you have a smell about something and you take it”. Kamikaze indeed.

Next up are the Liverpool fans and the whole sorry ownership saga which reached epic proportions of tedium for most fans. Whilst many will sympathise with the plight of the situation, their romance fuelled supporter group calls for a fan-owned club, which were led by Dr. Rogan Taylor of Liverpool University, seemed to ignore the basic economics of football which would have seen them plummet even further than they have already.

Fan ownership has worked in Germany and is a wonderful idea in principle but it only works if everyone else is doing it too and your fans are wealthy enough to cough up the funds when you want your manager to spend £50m in the summer. I suspect that even 100,000 Scouse fans would be unable to compete with the budget set aside Sheikh Mansour just for helicopter travel. Couple this with the ‘protest group’, Reclaim The Kop, who want to get rid of the ‘out of towners’ who they claim are ruining the atmosphere inside Anfield and you begin to wonder if a cargo of rose-tinted spectacles has been washed up on the banks of the Mersey. That would be the same ‘out of towners’ who bring in millions of pounds in revenue by filling the stadium to watch dire Europa League fixtures after going wild with their credit cards in the club shop. You really can’t have it both ways. Hypocrisy reigns – and I’m not talking about Hodgson’s new Greek left-back. 

Although grounded financially, Arsenal are similarly inflicted when it comes to duplicity. To be fair to Arsene Wenger, when he was banging on about dangerous tackles a couple of weeks ago (and the previous two years), he couldn’t have foreseen the events of the Birmingham game. No sooner had the wise old professor finished saying “We must fight to keep beautiful tackling, and that’s tackling with the desire to get the ball back, rather than jumping in at any cost”, than Emmanuel Eboue and Jack Wilshere set about jumping in at all costs, trying to remove some shinpads with their studs. 

Determined to outdo everyone for wackiness though, along came Chelsea and their calls for a salary cap to end the money madness in football. This is akin to Pete Doherty saying that drug abuse is out of control. The club that once spent £100m on transfers in a single season and paid Winston Bogarde £40k a week to not play for 4 years (other than 4 starts and 8 sub appearances), now seems to find the random splurging of cash quite vulgar. “We would need to see it properly implemented” said Chelsea’s Chairman, Bruce Buck. I’m not quite sure whether he was talking about the salary cap, or a project to pull up the drawbridge to the top 4 of the Premier League. 

In some fairness to Chelsea, they were reacting to the bizarre week at Old Trafford that saw Rooney waving goodbye, and disparaging the club and his teammates at the start of it – and then signing an enormous new contract at the end of it. Cue a spate of fawning newspaper articles backing Ferguson, and praising his outstanding man management abilities. The Guardian’s Daniel Taylor, gushed even more than most “How can anyone not have at least begrudging admiration for that shrewd, political mind, still as sharp as a tack as we approach the beginning of his 70th year?” under the sub-headline ‘Wayne Rooney has shown staggering self-interest but Sir Alex Ferguson demonstrated his powers of persuasion’. I guess that would be the ‘shrewdness’ and ‘persuasion’ held only by those special managers who can double the salary of an employee who has failed to perform for the last six months. What a genius.

 

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I enjoyed Ferguson’s press conference on Wayne Rooney. I enjoyed it for reasons which speak unflatteringly of my character. I enjoyed it because it was the moment Fergie got his comeuppance.

After years of bullying the media, referees, players, managers, and the FA, Wayne Rooney socked him straight on the jaw and showed him he was no longer the biggest kid in the playground.

Ferguson was forced to show weakness. That must have hurt him. Been almost physically painful. Every word tasting like ash.

I like to think he spent a long, lonely, night ahead of that press conference. Bitter and resentful at the way one player had shorn him of his aura of omnipotence.

And it was only an aura. Because Ferguson has been playing a weak hand for several years now. Hamstrung by the Glazer’s debt, he’s been unable to respond to his own team’s slow decline and the emergence of Manchester City.

Ferguson has had to work desperately hard over recent seasons to keep the illusion going. In that respect the form of Giggs and Scholes has been a blessing. Here are two players utterly dedicated to the Scot, who unquestioningly accept his leadership. The message behind Ferguson’s regular tributes to them: “look how unswerving loyalty is rewarded”.

Ferguson oft repeats the mantra that no-one is bigger than Manchester United. The unspoken part of that sentence was always  no-one except Alex Ferguson. Wayne Rooney has disabused not only Fergie, but everyone, of that notion.

The future must seem very bleak to Ferguson. The pillars of his success have been knocked over. The temple roof has fallen in. I hope Ferguson enjoys the taste of his own mortality

So, more wholly unsurprising news that a top footballer is playing the field behind his wife’s back. Wouldn’t it now be more surprising if the tabloids wrote an expose of a player who is NOT cheating on his wife? The gripping headline ‘HE DIDN’T PAY ME FOR SEX’ could be overlaid on to a photo of the player sitting on a large white leather sofa with his wife and two kids, all beaming happily. The highlighted quotes in the article could reveal the juicy details: “he didn’t really like going out boozing”, “he made me dinner twice a week” and “we occasionally had sex – but only when the kids were fast asleep.”

I must confess, I did read the red top that ran the Rooney story on Sunday, and there were two particular aspects that struck me. The first was the quote from Rooney’s transactional filly concerning the occasion when Rooney took her hand at a player’s party and led her downstairs for a bit of how’s-yer-father. Apparently, “Michael Owen was looking at him [Rooney] in disgust”. It’s a journalist’s dream. In fact, a journalist himself couldn’t have come up with a better quote…

Anyway, as my Sunday league team and I chortled our way through the article, I remarked that I’d love to see Michael Owen looking at someone in disgust. “What would that face look like?”, I mused. At that point, one of the lads at the table turned the page and there, uncannily, was a full page British Telecom advert with Michael Owen, seemingly staring at me, in disgust. Actually, maybe he was just disgusted with himself for having to stoop to doing BT adverts rather than play football, or maybe he’d just remembered that he once left Real Madrid for Newcastle United.

The other aspect that struck me, was the lifestyle theme running through the story. Every ‘interaction’ between Rooney and his pricey sideline, seemed to involve a lot of cigarettes and an overconsumption of booze. Her story was littered with “He was hammered”, “he could barely perform”, and “he paid £200 for a pack of cigarettes”. £200!?!?! Is there a special tax on smoking footballers? Anyway, the more pertinent question, which Alex Ferguson is sure to ask, is why is one of the most talented footballers in Europe spending most of his spare time puffing expensive tabs and getting smashed?

Fabio Capello

Is Fabio Capello's reign as England manager about to come to an end?

After a disastrous World Cup campaign, the previously untouchable ‘Don’ Fabio is under siege like never before. The man who was hailed for bringing an iron discipline and purpose to post-McClaren England and oversaw a World Cup qualification campaign marked by a glut of goals and positive performances is now down in the trenches fighting for his very survival as England manager. Or is he?

Noises from the FA recently have been less than supportive of the beleaguered England manager. The back pages of the newspapers are currently full of talk of Capello being under pressure from FA suits to change his style and image and in particular to soften his stance with the players. The recent spate of high profile withdrawals from the squad for the upcoming Euro 2012 qualifiers with Bulgaria and Switzerland has raised fears that the Italian has lost the respect of the players.

The FA has done very little to dispel the speculation surrounding Capello’s future. Ironically, the very things that once made Capello the darling of the English football press and public, namely his iron discipline and strictness with the players, are now under assault, with many hacks simplistically blaming them for England’s poor performances in South Africa and seemingly non-existent morale and fight. One Italian onlooker remarked at the height of the John Terry mutiny that Capello is not used to winning people over to his methods, he’s used to winning.

Add to this Club England manager Adrian Bevington’s rather inappropriate statements last month that the next ‘England manager would be English’ and that ‘a lot of people have a very different view of Fabio Capello now to the one they had before the World Cup’, and it is hard to see the Italian being around to carry out the work he set out to do after taking over from the much derided Steve McClaren. Incidentally, McClaren’s stock is on the rise again after a successful spell in Holland with FC Twente. In the same statement, Bevington  said that it “is our (the FA’s) job is to support him (Capello) as best we can.” A job which the FA, and you in particular, are doing extremely badly, Adrian.

Capello’s reign as England manager could come to an end sooner rather the later, perhaps after a couple of bad results in the upcoming qualifiers. I doubt very much that, assuming the rumours are true, Capello appreciates being told how to do his job or address his squad, and I would not be at all surprised to see him leave. After all, Capello’s methods have brought him great success at almost every club he has been at. Why should he change them now?

Getting rid of Capello now, or forcing him into a position to leave, would be foolhardy. Capello certainly made mistakes in a desperate World Cup campaign for England in which he must take a share of the blame. Theo Walcott should have gone to the World Cup. Adam Johnson, too. Shaun Wright Phillips should not have been anywhere near South Africa, other than as a paying spectator.  A non match-fit Gareth Barry should have been left out for Michael Carrick. Gerrard should have played in his favoured central position behind Wayne Rooney, not out left, where he was still arguably England’s best player. Joe Hart should have played in goal in spite of his inexperience due to the error prone alternatives.  There is no doubt Capello made mistakes, but then it is easy to criticise with the benefit of hindsight.

Really though, the players need to take the majority of the criticism for their listless  displays in South Africa, particularly against an extremely limited Algeria side when victory would have likely provided a significantly easier route in the latter stages of the World Cup. Indeed, we might be discussing England’s semi-final heroes instead of second round chumps had we qualified as group winners, such is the fickle nature of International football.

Those praying for Capello’s demise I give you two words: Euro ‘88. Yes, Euro ‘88, the tournament remembered for Rinus Michel’s total football (version.2) and Marco Van Basten’s individual brilliance. England played three games in West Germany, losing all three. The manager? Bobby Robson, England’s most celebrated coach since Sir Alf Ramsey. You might remember two years down the line in Italy the late, great Robson led England to within a penalty shootout of the World Cup final. Now nobody is saying Capello will do the same or even better at Euro 2012. Nonetheless, Capello can learn from the mistakes of South Africa and lead England into a brighter future come Euro 2012 with the support of the FA and the fickle football public.