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Playing the Game

With De Laet doing his best to end his stay at Old Trafford, I had a thought. Maybe, if he toned down his errors, it could be good for us that his lack of assertiveness leads to the odd mistake. A few more, of lesser consequence of course, and his exit from Manchester would be sealed with us primed for accepting him.

Norwich City's Richie De LaetThen I realised an error-strewn centre-back is the last thing we need and it is a ridiculous idea. Admittedly, Doc he aint. But something isn’t right in his game and it will need rectifying if he is to realise the potential he appears to have at times.

Equally as ridiculous is the idea put forward by Craig Fleming on Canary Call. Not a place I try to find myself in too often, I hasten to add. The sentiments he offered are not his alone, many a former-pro have uttered the same words in that particular order.

“He’s never played the game.”

Heck, we all know I love a moan but this is absurd.

Halsey had a poor game, we should have had a penalty, they shouldn’t. They missed any road and he can’t give what he doesn’t see. We could have affected the game ourselves had we found that goal scoring touch we’ve had at hand the past couple of seasons. Halsey didn’t stop us scoring. We couldn’t hit the target or get on the end of the plethora of inviting crosses.

But the fact he has “never played the game” doesn’t stop him doing his job. It’s an elitist point of view players have. If retired players who have “played the game” become referees they would be older than most referees currently in the game. Then they’d be saying they’re too old and can’t keep up with play.

Or they’d have ingrained dislike for certain teams, managers and players. And an inescapable like for other such.

Halsey has probably played the game at some low level. He’s not refereeing because he likes to be berated with such virility or he likes the way those in-ear monitors feel around his lobes. He likes and probably loves football.

Fleming backed his view up by saying “I couldn’t go referee a game of rugby”. Well no, Craig. That would be the equivalent of me saying, I can speak English so I’m going to go and teach Cantonese to a Ring-Tailed Lemur. I don’t speak Cantonese. Or Madagascan. And you, Craig, don’t have an total knowledge of rugby or been involved in hours upon hours of rugby unlike the referees have of and in football.

I make mistakes just as much Ruddy does as much as Halsey and co. do as much as Fleming does and as much as you do. We just have so much riding on his job and so much spotlight on his.

It isn’t easy, labeling him as not being good enough to do his job because he has no experience of a different job is ludicrous.


Split Loyalties?

The Chatham Welshman

International weekends. Who needs ‘em. From the looks of Twitter, more were watching Wales than England round our parts.

Club over country an’all that.

I was watching Spain v Chile because of some nasty Australian man. But anyway, the ‘Welsh’ of our squad was a stronger pull than the best English players in the land. Odd that, no?

Does this mean come Tuesday a one-nil win for Wales after Morison nets would be welcomed? Somehow I doubt it, but a 2-1 England win with Morison scoring? Now that would go down well.

If we had an English international, things would be different no doubt. Then again, we do have an English international. Actually, we have three in Crofts, Morison and RMart.

Say Croft and Morison both play Tuesday night; it must be an odd feeling. Both Londoners, they must have grown up watching England in (and not make it to) major tournaments, and now they’ll be playing in the same ground, on the same pitch as the team they would have dreamed of playing for as kids.

An odd scenario, and not one that has an obvious comparison.

It’s not like leaving your boyhood club, it’s bigger than that. Much bigger. But if you were never going to make it for your home country- and we aren’t, no matter what we tell ourselves- but another asked you to play, few would easily say no.

The chance is too big to turn down, and they’ve got their grandmothers to thank for being handed it.

As long as they come back without any niggles or strains, they can do their worst. Which may well end up being the best for us.


Stick or Twist?

A Youthful Adam drury

With the transfer window on its last legs, our hands could be forced back into it by the flurry of injuries in our back line.

But if we don’t we just might get by. Our hands may even be tied to do just that since QPR and Man City appear to be bulk-buying. It’s becoming a bit Dale Winton, 2 days to get as much in your trolley as you can.

If we don’t, our options are scarce, but still there. The aging Drury has played centre-back as and when required and the same goes for Russell Martin.

But, given how many midfielders we find ourselves with, two holding midfielders may just do the job until we’re back up to strength. Johnson putting his weight about and handing the ball to a deep-sitting Fox would be an option I would consider if I was in Sir Paul’s shoes.

Not that Fox is Lambert’s flavour of the week given he was one of the “unfortunates” who faced Franchise FC. But he’s straight into my team week-in week-out.

Then again, maybe we’d sit even deeper than we used to, but three at the back means we’d have many more out-balls. Two sitting deep, two wide men and Patches nestled in behind the top two. But then we’re creating space in the centre of the park, something we can’t afford to do at this level.

Luckily for us, Sir Paul is the man with the white board. Difficult as it is to say given the enormity of what he’s already done, it could be his biggest few days at our Fine Club. Despite how simple as it sounds, he’ll be earning his keep by deciding to stick or twist.

I’m just glad it’s him and not me.


Pressure, Not Like We Know It

Losing 0-4 to Franchise FC has made me realise something. I would hate to be a footballer. Not only because I have an aversion to running due to chronic laziness (Jan Molby was more mobile than I on the football pitch), but the pressure on performing is inestimable.

If/when I have a bad day at the office, not too many people notice. But stick on a yellow shirt and you’ve drawn an end to the world with every misplaced pass. The pressure we pin to these players is absurd, but it’s impossible to stop.

We place so much pressure on them to do what is basically their job that it is a feeling we will never experience or comprehend. Bad days in their job can be impossible to recover from. Unlike us. We don’t have to suffer the wrath of thousands upon thousands, even if in the grand scheme of things the error, bad performance, lapse, off-the-cuff comment is nothing more than a momentary blip.

Granted, they’re compensated handsomely.

Working in the press-room must be just as tough, but they’re lacking the adequate compensation. They are nothing more than a PR company with frills on, but they have the same eagle-eyes on them, every move dissected.

They’re looking after their brand, what’s best for them goes and obviously, their feathers are ruffled. But there has to be more to their latest statement than meets the eye, more than simply the fact that the ‘goalposts were moved’ around the same time of Dion’s blooper.

Yet on the face of it, it’s a lovers tiff. Saying sorry and explaining will get them off the sofa and back into the bed.

But McNally’s shrewd, there must be an ulterior motive, he has shown himself to be pretty adept at doing what’s right for our football club. He’s got my backing.

Blind faith? Who knows. Too much credit? Not sure.

I do know not to believe what I read in the press.


Long Road to Vallecano

I think we love players too easily, too quickly.

Pacheco is supposedly set to join the mighty Rayo Vallecano. Which, supposedly, is closer to Liverpool than Coventry. Cue cries of derision, “Lambert’s first big mistake” was even heard amongst the baying crowd.

Wait. What? His big mistake? Take a little step back and look at that. Pacheco destroyed Scunthorpe on a day when a stiff breeze would have beaten them 2-0. At least. Then he faded away to the bench, showing glimpses of brilliance without any real consistency.

Don’t get me wrong, he would be a brilliant investment. But would also risk stagnating other players we have actually bought. And may even stutter from bench to reserves in an already-top heavy squad.

Much the same as Lansbury would. Another who started in superb fashion in the Championship only to end up tapping on the door of the starting line-up. He failed to properly break through it, admittedly he drifted in and out and made an impact. But now, after we’ve strengthened in the midfield, he would be further back from the door.

Again, as an investment he would be a good signing. Add depth of course. But we’re a big (ish) squad already, he’s not content to sit on the bench at Arsenal, so why would he here?

Sitting on Arsenal’s bench is more appealing than our new Lotus seats.


Canaries Embroiled

This Fernandes chatter needs a little bit of clearing up. He-who-bought-a-hefty-ol’stake in QPR couldn’t be further from this Lotus- Norwich link up. You may well be confused by that if F1 is far from your sporting radar, indeed you may be if you sit down on Sunday every week.

We’re now linked with Lotus Group (created, you may remember when Proton bought Lotus Cars and found their way onto our shirts). The Group make the road cars andsponsor the Renault team in F1. The black and gold Lotus, if you will.

Effectively, Lotus is to Renault F1 the same as Vodafone is to McLaren. Granted, they may develop into something more but as of yet, they do not. The green F1 cars are Tony-now-at-QPR Fernandes’ creation, albeit formerly connected to Lotus Cars by nothing more than the rights to a name.

So they were linked, but a costly, drawn-out trip to the courts severed that. Bitterly. Understandably, relationships have soured, and quickly. Then came the divorce and quick remarriage to other partners.

Lotus. the QPR kind. Not the City kind.

And so followed the oneupmanship we’ve now become embroiled in. Fernandes bought the iconic sports car manufacturer Caterham, a make who bought the rights to a Lotus cars design (The black and gold Lotus) way back when, adding to the growing web. Today’s little announcement appears to be Danny Bahar and gold and black Lotus’ retort.

You may remember the rumours of interest in Our Fine Club from Fernandes (green Lotus) last year. This bred from little more than Jake Humphrey and Mike Gascoyne being City fans and Fernandes coming to a game. And now black and gold Lotus have swept in, buffering us from them.

What happens next is anyone’s guess, but we’re now involved. Our shirt needs a sponsor next year, and Fernandes has got a fairly large airline that’s expanding in AirAsia.

Is that a coup too far? Or are we simply going to have Lotus and Proton branded on our fronts?


Premier Predictor

After looking into my crystal ball (well, my Racing Post pullout preview), I have drawn some conclusions on what will transpire in the forthcoming Premier League season. A season, I hope, that maintains last season’s intrigue but sees a significant upgrade in playing quality, so that the league can get close to the moniker of being ‘the best league in the world’.

In terms of the title, Manchester United look well positioned for a fifth title in six seasons. They will no doubt face a substantial challenge from their local rivals Manchester City who man-for-man look more than United’s equal, but they are not comparable to the red half of Manchester when it comes to fostering a team spirit, which in turn has helped to develop United’s legendary winning mentality, evident in their comeback triumph in last weekends Community Shield.

Other factors in the champions favour include excellent defensive cover for the perennially crocked Rio Ferdinand, and the likelihood of Wayne Rooney returning to optimum form.

So, United for me, but Manchester City to come a relatively close second, hampered by Roberto Mancini’s innate negativity.

The two Manchester juggernauts will be joined in the Champions League berths by traditional title challengers Chelsea and Arsenal.

@JamieBrannon10 thinks we're seeing that grin again this year

If new Chelsea manager Andre Villas-Boas had invested heavily and wisely this summer then a case could have been made for a championship success. However, Abramovich is seemingly reluctant to indulge in an intense spending spree to regenerate an ageing squad, so a mediocre campaign beckons unless cup success can add some gloss.

I have written Arsenal off many times before when it comes to finishing outside the top four, but Arsene Wenger keeps confounding me, so I refuse to suggest anything less than fourth, despite his stubbornness or blindness to address areas of weakness that have held them back since their last trophy six years ago.

They need a commanding centre-back and a destructive midfielder in the mould of Patrick Viera.

Although the impending sales of Cesc Fabregas and Samir Nasri for a combined fee of close to £60m should free up funds to iron out these deficiencies.

Knowing Wenger though, he will recruit a diminutive ball-playing midfielder, and then claim he is looking to the future!

As for relegation, you are foolish to predict all three promoted clubs going down as this has only happened once in Premier League history.  However, my hunch is that two will perish.

Firstly, Norwich City will gain admirers for their aesthetically pleasing football but ultimately lack the Premier League class and experience to ensure a second season. This is evident in their uninspiring transfer dealings which have seen them capture players who never set the Championship alight never mind the top flight.

Secondly, despite the mega-rich ownership QPR look ripe for an immediate return to the second tier, principally because their owners have not backed manager Neil Warnock with sufficient to make a serious indent in the league. A farce of season may beckon, if the owners start interfering with Warnock’s stewardship.

Jay Bothroyd has joined; however, his capture doesn’t alter my view that a distinct lack of firepower will be their Achilles heel.

Joining two of the new boys will be Wigan Athletic who have been punching above their weight at this level longer than many anticipated. Reality will bite this season, which is a pity, as Roberto Martinez’s decision to stay as manager was an admirable gesture of loyalty given his undoubted potential to go far in his career. For me even if Hugo Rodallega is retained they will fall short in the goalscoring department and generally their squad looks weaker than principal relegation rivals.

Those rivals will include Blackburn Rovers, who have new ownership but an inexperienced manager, although with a solid platform at the back to build a survival foundation.

Bolton Wanders look vulnerable after the sale of Johan Elmander, and Daniel Sturridge has returned to parent club Chelsea after last season’s loan.

They possess just enough solidity and variety in their play to maintain top flight status.

Cases could be made for several others, but those sides generally have the necessary fire power to do nothing more than flirt with relegation and avoid the visceral agony of relegation.

All that’s left to say is to advise you to visit your nearest bookmaker and enjoy all the excitement and acute disappointment that ante-post betting brings when by December you realise your betting dreams have been ripped right open at the seams. Don’t panic though, as you can reload your betting arsenal by reading the Racing Post halfway supplement with new recommendations, out just before Christmas.


Does Schuie still has something to prove? Part I

Shortly after returning to the sport in 2010, Michael Schumacher asked us to judge him on the performances during his second season, and not his first.

This was to allow him time to familiarise himself with the modern day car, adjust to the advanced technologies, understand the tyres, and get back into the hectic lifestyle that a Formula One driver has to endure.

When he was announced as one of Mercedes’ drivers last season, he said he was `excited` and felt he could `challenge` for the championship at some stage during his second spell in Formula One.

Eighteen months later and he has already admitted that things haven’t worked out the way he had hoped. He was well beaten by Nico Rosberg in the championship standings last season, and it was only until the final four or five rounds that we began to see a spark in Schumacher that we hadn’t seen throughout the year.

Despite rumours that his seat was up for grabs Michael kept his place on the grid for 2011, but didn’t have the best of starts as he retired in Australia, and struggled for pace in Qualifying before the European season kicked in.

Picture from Marcel. T.

Turkey and Monaco were not especially good races for the seven times World Champion, and having already retired in Melbourne his `judgment` season seemed to be going the same way as the first. Badly.

However the F1 circus then moved to Montreal in Canada, the Gilles Villeneuve circuit. This was an event Michael had won seven times previously and said right from the off that he was ready and up for the fight once more.

Qualifying saw him line up in a credible 8th place (albeit still two places behind team-mate Rosberg), but judging by his solid starts had every chance of claiming good points to kick start his year.

In a race which I believe to be one of the best in years, Michael Schumacher was one of the best drivers throughout the course of the afternoon. He judged the conditions beautifully and put some good moves on top drivers, including Mark Webber who ultimately denied him what would have been a famous podium finish just laps from the end.

Granted, the weather conditions played a part and no doubt the skies were responsible for the overall complexity of the event. However this shouldn’t shield what was a thoroughly entertaining motor race, and Schumacher revelled in the rain which in the past has brought him continuous success.

His first race win at Belgium in 1992 came in similar conditions, and future wins at Spain in 1996 and subsequently at Spa once more has proved that he is one of the very best when it comes to driving in slippy and treacherous circumstances.

Seemingly though he doesn’t have the raw pace required in the dry, but at times Michael has been the creator of his own downfall. At the British and European races he lost his front wing which cost him vital time, and at Silverstone in particular it cost him big points and a strong finish ahead of Rosberg.

Eddie Jordan has been very out spoken regarding his driving which at times has been justified, but at Silverstone I thought it was a cheap shot considering the track conditions were far from perfect, and at a corner (Brooklands) which had proved tricky for other drivers I felt the incident with Kobayashi didn’t warrant a stop/go penalty.

Amazingly though the German admitted full responsibility for the incident, and refused to blame the stewards (of which Nigel Mansell, who is not a Schumacher fan, was sitting alongside) for his result. He lost more time than he normally would have done with a drive through penalty, but it actually proves a quicker route which meant an alternative punishment had to be awarded for the weekend.

Read part II Friday


Long Road to Nowhere

There’s been a debate raging inside my head recently, probably due to the football season being only days away- or underway for those up thar’North. The first few Norwich opponents also probably helped.

If they were to face each other your money would be on Stoke, but if they were to lose to Wigan you wouldn’t be overtly surprised, such is the nature of the Premier League. But the force behind that competitiveness we see week-in week-out is inconsistency. Or, is this rather the opposite, the inconsistency bred from how competitive the sides are?

And now you see my conundrum.

If this was the Championship in question, my first thought would be to say the competitiveness is driving the inconsistency. But I couldn’t give you the reason behind such accusations. It is the same for the Premier League, I would lean toward the inconsistency breeding competitiveness for reasons I’m entirely unsure of.

I also believe it is harder to get into the top league of British football than it is to actually stay there, there are teams that avoid the drop by the skin of their teeth in the Premier League because there happens to be three teams worse than them that year. I do realise how absurd that sounds, and yes, I do understant the concept of a league table. But these teams then suffer the fate we did, a fall from a perceived ‘grace’ because the teams in the league below have built a squad that is better, and more importantly, used to winning and competing.

The line is greyer than ever between the top of the Championship and most of the Premier League. Looking at the Championship this year I don’t see the three that dropped as obvious contenders. Reading, Leicester, even Ipswich will be there or thereabouts. Blackpool could well fade and see Olly disappear to another team near the top of the Championship. A Forest, maybe, is McClaren struggles. Birmingham may struggle to even field a team or provide shirts. West Ham surely have the best chance of returning given their signings so far.

But looking at the bottom of the Prem you would fancy us to beat, or at least compete, with everyone up to 11th. And not through anything but the inconsistency of them all. Deep down, I know this is really due to how competitive and similar in quality the teams are, in their own way obviously.

I just refuse to admit it. The bottom half of the table is nothing more than growing degrees of mediocrity.

Which is why I would be very disappointed if we were to finish below the likes of Blackburn, Stoke, Wigan, Newcastle, Wolves and QPR.

But I’d still take 17th.


Olympic Dreams

I doubt you would have heard or seen this, but it’s a year until the start of the Olympics. The BBC have barely mentioned it.

But I’d rather it was elsewhere. Before the patriotic, empirites (<-I believe I’ve coined that and I intend to introduce it into common usage, much like the phrase “Holy Jesus Navas“. I’m sure you’ve heard it, taken the world by storm) jump in, allow me the next few paragraphs to explain.

When the Olympics is in far flung countries it’s easy to sit back and watch it on TV behind such phrases as “It’s far far away so I’d never have been able to go anyway. So I’ll sit here and take it all in” or words to that effect. Then comes “It would be good if we got the Olympics, so we could actually go and watch it from the-them outdoors.”

Alas, no.

We’ll now have to sit and watch the sports we know nothing about and begrudgingly even call sports from a hundred miles or so away, which will make it a little uncomfortable. And before you shout me down with “Well if you applied yadda yadda yadda”, well I did. I applied for some insgnificant round of cycling and another equally insignificant hour of wide-shouldered specimens going form one end of the swimming pool to the other. Only to need to go back the other end.

But you all have fun, won’t you.

There are still tickets to the football, of course. But do I really want to pay money to watch players who haven’t had more than a week off football in about a decade running around a ground I plan on going to to watch a team I actually care about play against West Ham?

Anyway, the only player that would make it and not be English would be Bale. Who’s got a penny for his thoughts on the latest FIFA Rankings?


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