I am sure we have been here before. Fantasy football despite crippling injuries. Chelsea sit and admire it all - and then score on the break, playing with great economy. The sight of Wenger on the touchline shaking his head - as if it is all someone else's fault, is just too familiar. The sensation of the weekend is Spurs' new Dutch signing. Why did we spend all summer waiting for a new goalkeeper and top class centre halves ? Were we deluded ? How come we announce record profits and yet it is Spurs who sign the top players ? And how have the Board managed to keep the two oligarchs at bay ? The needed team investment is in the wings. For how much longer can we fall behind Chelsea (and now Man City ) ? Much as we love and admire him, it is ironic that it is Wenger himself who stands in the way of progress. He is obsessed with the youth system and his beautiful style of play to such an extent that these things seem to have become more important to him than winning itself. He would rather lose the "right" way than win the "wrong" way. Arsenal will win nothing as long as these absurdly unattainable ideals pervade the club's management.
Monday 4 October 2010
Sunday 1 August 2010
The Fabregas move
He will leave of course. It is only a matter of time. And he is a sublime footballer. Cesc is the only player I have ever seen at Arsenal who entertains me in the warm up. He has the perfect running style, the perfect balance, the perfect attitude - until now. What example does his head turning episode set to the other players ? He cannot captain the club with any credibility.
In the 1970s, players had no agents to agitate for a transfer on their behalf. So they would play beneath themselves. It was known as "playing for a transfer". Arsene Wenger is a brilliant man but managing these situations is not his forte. Spoilt young men on 110,000 per week need a firmer hand than Mr Wenger can muster.
My solution would be to hold Fabregas to his contract, sign Ozil, drop Fabregas and let him repent in the reserves for a few weeks. After all, that is where he will be playing for Barcelona since he is behind Xavi and Iniesta for Spain and why should team selection be any different at club level ?
What is required is some discipline. This was the George Graham way. No player is bigger than Arsenal. A contract is a contract. Fabregas must honour it. And as for the annual spanish tapping up exercise, an inducement of a breach of contract can be restrained by injunction. Get tough Wenger and get tough Arsenal.
In the 1970s, players had no agents to agitate for a transfer on their behalf. So they would play beneath themselves. It was known as "playing for a transfer". Arsene Wenger is a brilliant man but managing these situations is not his forte. Spoilt young men on 110,000 per week need a firmer hand than Mr Wenger can muster.
My solution would be to hold Fabregas to his contract, sign Ozil, drop Fabregas and let him repent in the reserves for a few weeks. After all, that is where he will be playing for Barcelona since he is behind Xavi and Iniesta for Spain and why should team selection be any different at club level ?
What is required is some discipline. This was the George Graham way. No player is bigger than Arsenal. A contract is a contract. Fabregas must honour it. And as for the annual spanish tapping up exercise, an inducement of a breach of contract can be restrained by injunction. Get tough Wenger and get tough Arsenal.
Friday 30 July 2010
Marc Beaumont asks: does the FA Cup matter ?
Once upon a time it was the holy grail. Millions of young boys have
coveted it. Grown men have cried over it. Professional footballers have fought themselves to a standstill for it. Club histories have been built on it. Legendary exploits have been made by it. The sight of your team emerging at Wembley for the final of the FA Cup on a sunny Saturday in May has been the highlight of so many childhoods.
The history of Arsenal and the history of "The Cup" are inextricably interwoven. From Eddie Hapgood to Patrick Vieira, Arsenal captains have fought for and won the Cup. In 1952, a 10 man Arsenal in the days before substitutes, fought a rearguard action but lost in the final to Newcastle. The event inspired one of the great, heroic football quotations. Interviewed after the match, Arsenal Captain Joe Mercer memorably remarked: " I thought that the highlight of my career was to play for England. I was wrong. It was to be Captain of Arsenal today. "
The ardour of Arsenal's love affair with the FA Cup can be measured by Cup matches against Stoke City. Stoke were the opponents in both the 1971 and 1972 semi finals. In the former, Arsenal were losing 2-0 at half time. The double seemed to be a distant dream. In the second half, Arsenal fought back and levelled the scores with a last minute penalty, the granite-jawed Storey beating the great Gordon Banks from the penalty spot. Arsenal won the replay and went on to complete a remarkable League and Cup double in May 1971. In the 1972 semi-final, goalkeeper Bob Wilson was effectively sacrificed for the Cup, suffering a career-ending knee injury. Centre-forward Radford deputised in the days before goalkeeper substitutes. Again, Arsenal battled to victory after a replay.
Fast forward to the 4th round of the FA Cup in January 2010. Stoke v Arsenal. Mr Wenger fielded a weakened side on the pretext that the Premier League and Champions League were his priority. How exactly fielding the best 11 at Stoke for 90 mins imperilled these noble ambitions noone has ever made clear. The outcome was inevitable - a pathetic surrender to a mediocre but empassioned Stoke. Any other Manager might have been sacked for this appalling defeat. Wenger heralded it as a prudent saving of his resources for bigger things - neither of which Arsenal had a realistic hope of winning and neither of which did they in fact win.
Soon afterwards, I encountered Wenger's Assistant, Pat Rice at a dinner to commemorate the famous Fairs Cup win of April 1970 (a competition that Wenger might disdainfully regard as worthy of his junior team) and shared my thoughts with him. Mr Rice's own reputation was made by the FA Cup. He played in 4 FA Cup finals for the club, in 3 of them as Captain. When asked how Arsenal could justify fielding a weakened team at Stoke, he retorted that the FA Cup mattered far less than finishing 4th in the league. The argument is that making the big bucks that flow in from Champions League qualification is "vital" and that the FA Cup jeopardises that aim. I asked him what people would remember in 50 years' time, winning the Cup or finishing 4th ? He was not pleased with me.
The answer is that Arsenal have fallen out of love with the Cup. They ignore the traditions of a competition that has marked key periods in the Club's history. Money alone is not to blame. Indeed, it is ironic that the far wealthier Chelsea field their strongest side for the Cup and were rightly rewarded in 2010 with their first "double". I place the blame for this myopic attitude with Mr Wenger himself. He has lost sight of the fact that promising young teams need to learn to win major Cup competitions before winning league titles. This is as true now as it was with the young guns of George Graham in 1987.
Fielding a weakened team in any Cup competition is a contradiction of top flight sport. Arsenal should be docked league points for doing it. Then we might actually start winning the Cup again and would that not be a platform for even greater things ?
coveted it. Grown men have cried over it. Professional footballers have fought themselves to a standstill for it. Club histories have been built on it. Legendary exploits have been made by it. The sight of your team emerging at Wembley for the final of the FA Cup on a sunny Saturday in May has been the highlight of so many childhoods.
The history of Arsenal and the history of "The Cup" are inextricably interwoven. From Eddie Hapgood to Patrick Vieira, Arsenal captains have fought for and won the Cup. In 1952, a 10 man Arsenal in the days before substitutes, fought a rearguard action but lost in the final to Newcastle. The event inspired one of the great, heroic football quotations. Interviewed after the match, Arsenal Captain Joe Mercer memorably remarked: " I thought that the highlight of my career was to play for England. I was wrong. It was to be Captain of Arsenal today. "
The ardour of Arsenal's love affair with the FA Cup can be measured by Cup matches against Stoke City. Stoke were the opponents in both the 1971 and 1972 semi finals. In the former, Arsenal were losing 2-0 at half time. The double seemed to be a distant dream. In the second half, Arsenal fought back and levelled the scores with a last minute penalty, the granite-jawed Storey beating the great Gordon Banks from the penalty spot. Arsenal won the replay and went on to complete a remarkable League and Cup double in May 1971. In the 1972 semi-final, goalkeeper Bob Wilson was effectively sacrificed for the Cup, suffering a career-ending knee injury. Centre-forward Radford deputised in the days before goalkeeper substitutes. Again, Arsenal battled to victory after a replay.
Fast forward to the 4th round of the FA Cup in January 2010. Stoke v Arsenal. Mr Wenger fielded a weakened side on the pretext that the Premier League and Champions League were his priority. How exactly fielding the best 11 at Stoke for 90 mins imperilled these noble ambitions noone has ever made clear. The outcome was inevitable - a pathetic surrender to a mediocre but empassioned Stoke. Any other Manager might have been sacked for this appalling defeat. Wenger heralded it as a prudent saving of his resources for bigger things - neither of which Arsenal had a realistic hope of winning and neither of which did they in fact win.
Soon afterwards, I encountered Wenger's Assistant, Pat Rice at a dinner to commemorate the famous Fairs Cup win of April 1970 (a competition that Wenger might disdainfully regard as worthy of his junior team) and shared my thoughts with him. Mr Rice's own reputation was made by the FA Cup. He played in 4 FA Cup finals for the club, in 3 of them as Captain. When asked how Arsenal could justify fielding a weakened team at Stoke, he retorted that the FA Cup mattered far less than finishing 4th in the league. The argument is that making the big bucks that flow in from Champions League qualification is "vital" and that the FA Cup jeopardises that aim. I asked him what people would remember in 50 years' time, winning the Cup or finishing 4th ? He was not pleased with me.
The answer is that Arsenal have fallen out of love with the Cup. They ignore the traditions of a competition that has marked key periods in the Club's history. Money alone is not to blame. Indeed, it is ironic that the far wealthier Chelsea field their strongest side for the Cup and were rightly rewarded in 2010 with their first "double". I place the blame for this myopic attitude with Mr Wenger himself. He has lost sight of the fact that promising young teams need to learn to win major Cup competitions before winning league titles. This is as true now as it was with the young guns of George Graham in 1987.
Fielding a weakened team in any Cup competition is a contradiction of top flight sport. Arsenal should be docked league points for doing it. Then we might actually start winning the Cup again and would that not be a platform for even greater things ?
Marc Beaumont Barrister and writer on being a lifelong Gooner
Football is an international language. It is a religion, a dream, a way of life and in the immortal words of perhaps the greatest manager of them all (who turned out for the Arsenal during the war and spent the night sleeping in the Highbury dressing room), it is more important than life itself. It is an addiction of course, and whilst 40 years as a Gooner leave me with the sense that I have seen it all before, my middle-aged mood is still so much better after a win and 3 more points.
I have indeed seen it all in my 40 years as a Gunner ("Gooner" is not a title for an Arsenal supporter of such antiquity). My initiation in April 1970 was the famous Fairs Cup final win against Anderlecht. This was the club's first trophy for 17 years. As a (just) 7 year old I saw more of the back of the man sitting or rather jumping up and down in front of me than any of the action. I recall the incredible noise and the flash of blond hair of Eddie Kelly as he struck the opening goal. 1971 followed. A momentous achievement and still the greatest of the 3 doubles. Then the barren 70s. Muddy pitches, tackles from behind, no perimeter advertising. Childhood for most of us was spoilt by the domination of Liverpool. Then the euphoria of 1979. The brilliant and under-rated Stroller years and then the art of Monsieur Wenger.
In this blog, I will chronicle the suffering of a 40 something Gunner. I will recall the Highbury years, the few moments of triumph, the many years of nothingness, the angst of the average supporter of a club that seems to punch below its weight (or am I imagining this ? )
It is the end of July. My thoughts stangely turn to the figure 333,333.33. That was the fee Arsenal paid Newcastle in 1976 for Malcolm MacDonald. "Supermac" was a swashbuckling centre forward of a type no longer seen in this country. Supermac could do 3 things very well: shoot, head the ball and sprint like an olympian over 10 yards. He was a big presence, a man to lift an ordinary team to new heights. The fact that in his first game we lost at home to Bristol City of all teams, is long forgotten. And frankly even in defeat, Supermac with his barrel chest and bandy legs looked fantastic in Arsenal red. He was something out of comic strip. What we would all give for a Supermac type talisman today. His fee now would be perhaps 30 or 40 million. Such an acquisition is truly the stuff of dreams. But what if we were to sign one big name ? Our manager is of course too shrewd to do that. Expectations are carefully managed. If we lose at home to newly promoted teams it is because we have a young team who are still learning. This is of course nonsensical.
It is time to take risks. A big name signing would set the place alight - for at least 30 minutes. But do not dare to dream and the 60,000 supporters at each home game, will never be too disappointed.
I have indeed seen it all in my 40 years as a Gunner ("Gooner" is not a title for an Arsenal supporter of such antiquity). My initiation in April 1970 was the famous Fairs Cup final win against Anderlecht. This was the club's first trophy for 17 years. As a (just) 7 year old I saw more of the back of the man sitting or rather jumping up and down in front of me than any of the action. I recall the incredible noise and the flash of blond hair of Eddie Kelly as he struck the opening goal. 1971 followed. A momentous achievement and still the greatest of the 3 doubles. Then the barren 70s. Muddy pitches, tackles from behind, no perimeter advertising. Childhood for most of us was spoilt by the domination of Liverpool. Then the euphoria of 1979. The brilliant and under-rated Stroller years and then the art of Monsieur Wenger.
In this blog, I will chronicle the suffering of a 40 something Gunner. I will recall the Highbury years, the few moments of triumph, the many years of nothingness, the angst of the average supporter of a club that seems to punch below its weight (or am I imagining this ? )
It is the end of July. My thoughts stangely turn to the figure 333,333.33. That was the fee Arsenal paid Newcastle in 1976 for Malcolm MacDonald. "Supermac" was a swashbuckling centre forward of a type no longer seen in this country. Supermac could do 3 things very well: shoot, head the ball and sprint like an olympian over 10 yards. He was a big presence, a man to lift an ordinary team to new heights. The fact that in his first game we lost at home to Bristol City of all teams, is long forgotten. And frankly even in defeat, Supermac with his barrel chest and bandy legs looked fantastic in Arsenal red. He was something out of comic strip. What we would all give for a Supermac type talisman today. His fee now would be perhaps 30 or 40 million. Such an acquisition is truly the stuff of dreams. But what if we were to sign one big name ? Our manager is of course too shrewd to do that. Expectations are carefully managed. If we lose at home to newly promoted teams it is because we have a young team who are still learning. This is of course nonsensical.
It is time to take risks. A big name signing would set the place alight - for at least 30 minutes. But do not dare to dream and the 60,000 supporters at each home game, will never be too disappointed.
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