Posted by: Anandu on: May 1, 2012
Herzog’s child posted a memorable image on twitter last night, illustrating succinctly how he could deal with losing, but not with giving up without a fight. He pinpointed with unerring accuracy what most United fans were feeeling like after the defeat against City.
The morning after, my twitter timeline looked like the charred battleground left behind after a mythical, almost pyrrhic war of attrition. Blame games abounded, furies vented on the owners, the players and of course the manager. Ferguson had taken his players to Cardiff in preparation for the derby, to shield the players from the spotlight, to protect their egos, to guard their interests. The same players then put forth such a spineless performance that the United manager was left to fight his cause out himself, picking a fight with a no less belligerent Mancini on the sidelines.
In short, Mancini’s tactics worked and United’s flopped. Observers can say all they like – “we were so close to a win”, “just a set piece”, “unlucky” et al, but the bare truth of it all simply stares back at them. He who went for the win, won. Simple as that.
Since when have United become the underdog? Why is it that we’d rather go out and draw instead of taking he game to the opposition? Why are we playing week in wek out like teams set out by Moyes, or Lambert or even Roberto Martinez, notwithstanding his recent victories? Since when exactly have we become scared of the prospect of losing?
The fact that we played like a bunch of spineless, shit-scared, brain dead bunch of neanderthals summed the season in a nutshell. United have been terrible in every aspect possible. Terrible, unreliable and more often than not slipshod defending, terrible home form, terrible when attacked, terrible in Europe, downright negative tactics and a stunning lack of depth, something which becomes more and more evident with each passing week.
Bystanders and fans alike can lay claims to injuries, loss of form, “transition” and the like. I lay claim to none of these. Have we ever in the past feigned injury and passed on the blame of defeat? Have we ever been perpetually in transition like Arsenal, perpetually under-achieving like Liverpool? Or perpetually poor like say Wolves? if not, why start now? The excuses we’ve used to cover up our inadequacies are all drawing us back into a seemingly endless abyss. The money we say, we ain’t got no money. The players we say, they’re shit. The assistant manager we say, the ref we say, the crowd we say. None of it matters.
Take the money for example. Sure we’re in shitloads of debt and sure I blame the Glazers for it. But surely, its not the case that we’re dead broke or anything? If Ferguson could spend damn nearly £60 million quid in one summer, it can’t be all that bad? Mike Ashely, who a Geordie friend recently described as “fat cockney twat” has been supposedly ruining (ethically and financially) Newcastle for years, but having spent wisely, they’re in a great position. Is that down to Alan Pardew? Possibly. If he could identify, and sort out all the problems in the squad with such precision, using his funds this sagaciously, surely a man who has won 12 PL titles, 3 UCLs and a truckloads of others could do it as well?
Here’s the truth. He hasn’t. Did we really need another winger? Especially with Giggs not going anywhere? But did we need a top class central midfielder? Yes. Resoundingly. And did we get one? No. Who’s to blame for that? I dare you to blame the Glazers for it. Just because they’ve put us in this scenario doesn’t necessarily mean that they’re liable for all the decisions that are made at the club. Ferguson himself has stated that he’s in charge. If he is, then he’s the one culpable.
Yes we’ve had more issues than could’ve been reasonably foreseen, but that doesn’t take away the fact that managers like Pardew, Kean, Pulis, Bielsa, Thorsten Fink, Jorge Jesus, Moyes, Dougie Freedman, Dalglish, de Boer and Mancini (twice) have all outwitted Feguson tactically. To the detriment of both the domestic and European campaigns.
Am I being overly dramatic? Probably, but the way I see it, we have to an extent, become the very teams that we’ve mocked in the past. We’ve mocked Arsenal for their lack of physicality and frequency to drop out of games – now guess which team loses all hope the moment the other team plays physical? Guess which team concedes late on to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory? We’ve mocked Liverpool for their inability to beat mediocre, mid/bottom table sides – well, now who’s being beaten by Blackburn, Wigan, Crystal Palace and Basel; and held by Everton, Stoke , Benfica et al? And we’ve mocked City for being a plastic club with plastic fans who won’t win anything – Reality check, who’s winning? Who’s making the loudest noises in Manchester?
And for that, I have lost all belief in this Manchester United team.
Posted by: Anandu on: February 7, 2012
Dear Mr. Cameron,
Today I read about the general opinion of the British public towards India’s $10.2 billion deal with France for the supply of 126 Dassault Rafale medium multi role combat aircraft.
Apparently, it is one of righteous indignation, open disbelief and shocked protests, as shown on BBC’s Question Time. The question, which got the maximum applause on the show was “why should Britain continue to ‘subsidize’ India by ‘doling out’ aid when it could afford to spend ‘billions of pounds’ to buy French fighter jets?”.
Let me make a few things clear to you Mr. Prime Minister.
India is in the midst of being ruled by one of the worst governments to come to power in a very long time. It has managed to cheat, swindle, con and hornswoggle the Indian public into submission. Corruption is rampant everywhere, with each new day uncovering newer, cleverer scams. The Commonwealth games fiasco has embezzled approximately Rs. 8000 crore (about £1,025,641,026 or 1 billion pounds) from the taxpayer. Subsequently, the 2G spectrum scam was unearthed, and was determined by the Comptroller and Auditor-General of India to have cost a loss of a mere Rs. 1.76 Lakh crore (roughly £22,857,142,860 or 23 billion pounds) to India. These aren’t the only ones. Hundreds of others pop up everyday, with the latest being ostensibly a cow-farm-scandal which was discovered in the state of Madhya Pradesh. This being said, you expect us to pay even more money for the Eurofighter Typhoon, which is being built in part by your country, while a perfectly reasonable, equally suitable and conveniently cheaper alternative was available from France.
In your House of Commons, the debate has seemingly reached a fever pitch. Even an unabashed Indophile such as Labour MP and Chair of Labour Friends of India Barry Gardiner saw the deal as a sign of India moving away from Britain while pointing out that the delay in appointing a new High Commissioner to the U.K “demonstrates that the Ministry of External Affairs in Delhi no longer see the U.K as being ‘strategically vital’ to India’s interests.”
At this juncture, dear Mr. Cameron, I’d like to point out that if Britain actually values India so much, why do you sell more to Ireland with a population of 10 million, than to India who has a population of a 1000 million? And why oh why is it that U.K sells less to India than Belgium and Italy do? Does that seem odd to you Mr. Prime Minister? Yet, your MPs still ask why we have snubbed them in favour of France. Yet, your MPs still seethe with unbridled rage at the mere mention of the word India now.
Two entirely separate issues – India’s decision to accept the French bid and the British aid to India – have been fused to accuse us of ‘ingratitude’ by suggesting that as a recipient of your money, we had an ethical obligation to reciprocate and give you the contract. David Davis, your ruling senior Conservative MP said “We give aid to India many times more than France gives.” Another learned MP, Peter Bone suggested that it was a ‘myth’ that “doling out billions of pounds out to countries like this exerts any sort of influence whatsoever on the decisions made by those governments when purchasing equipment.” He also wanted the aid money to be used “to help hard pressed British families.”
Let me take you back a few years, Mr. Cameron. From the year 1612 onwards – when Sir Thomas Roe visited the court of Emperor Jahangir – to 1947, your nation plundered, pillaged, ravaged, raped, stole, killed, mutilated, demolished, repressed and destroyed our country, all in the name of colonialism. Under the guise of trading, you came to India, amputated our people, destroyed our economy and took over our sovereignty. You annihilated our dynasties, vanquished our rulers and bequeathed us a legacy enshrined in bleak poverty. At the dawn of the 20th century, you partitioned our state of Bengal, created communal discord, split the country and left us reeling, with half-assed job left behind.
From then till now, we have had to repair and restructure what has been left of the country. The effects of the partition alone left years to get over. We had to build new governments, resurrect a non existent financial stability and defend ourselves from further attacks with an army decimated by over a hundred years of war. Yet, you still tak about ‘ingratitude’ and ‘moral obligations’ like you’ve saved us from World War Three. Tell me Mr. Cameron, after all these years of hurt, do you still deserve any form of gratitude? Talking about moral obligations, don’t you feel it is the other way around and its actually you who has an obligation towards us?
You, who still dither about on terrorism, and always manage to exhibit a faint pro-Pakistan line when it comes to Kashmir, deserve ‘gratitude’? You, who refused to disapprove Dow Chemicals from the list of sponsors for the London Olympics – despite the repeated pleas of a nation devastated by the said company’s criminal negligence – deserve ‘gratitude’?
Now let’s talk aid, Mr. Cameron. The fact of the matter is, India has been extremely reluctant to take British aid and has made it clear on more than one occasion that it does not want it. As recently as last year, our Union Finance Minister Pranab Mukherjee told Parliament that “we do not require the aid”, describing it as ‘peanuts’ in terms of India’s massive developmental efforts. Are you still seething, Mr. Prime Minister?
To conclude, the simple truth, which you fail to recognize and acknowledge is that Britain is no longer the imperial power it once was. We don’t need your help in anything. That said, you do not deserve a special consideration in anything. Yet, you still yap about as if it was the 1950s and Britain was at the top of the tree and wanted everything under its purview. It’s about time you woke up, Mr Cameron, because frankly, you’ve overslept.
Posted by: Anandu on: January 9, 2012
The scene : Eastlands (or the Etihad Stadium or whatever)
The occasion : The FA Cup 3rd Round, Manchester City vs. Manchester United
The plot :
Beaten, broken and bruised, a tired and seemingly down-on-their-luck Manchester United visited defending champions City at Eastlands, on the occasion of the FA Cup 3rd round.
If there was ever a time when United were at their most vulnerable, this was it. On the back of two successive defeats, with almost half of their first team squad in the Carrington training room, United had were barely hanging onto City’s coat tails at the top of Premier League points table, with Spurs hot on their tails.
Add to that the fact that the last time these sides met was at Old Trafford in September, where United were at the end of a 6-1 mauling at the hand of a club Sir Alex Ferguson had long derided as merely “noisy neighbours”.
And for probably the first time since the derby began, City headed into the match well ahead as clearly favourites. On most betting markets, bookmakers predicted a City win, with the odds against United. Could United prevent a 3rd successive defeat for the first time in almost 8 years? Or would City continue to dominate and continue to signify a power shift in Manchester?
The (sub)plot:
Prior to the game, Sir Alex finally revealed why he had refused to dip into the transfer market. United’s iconic ex-playmaker, Paul Scholes, had decided to return from retirement to join the team till the end of the season.
Scholes, who had retired after last season’s champions league final at Wembley, had long been asked to come out of retirement by the players as well as Sir Alex who had commented that the 37-year old had retired “way too early”. Much to the delight of everyone in the Red half of Manchester, Scholes obliged and was straight away placed on the bench for the game.
The Climax:
Much to the dismay of everyone in blue and general delight of everyone in red, United went onto win the match 3-2, with a brace from Wayne Rooney and one from Danny Welbeck, while Aleksandr Kolarov and Sergio Aguero scoring for the Citizens.
Ah revenge. It feels so good. Especially if your revenge meant that the other team was out of the cup. Especially when the other team were the defending champions. And especially when they had beaten us 6-1 the last time out and were hot favourites to win this one.
Oh the joy.
Within the first 40 minutes, United had raced into a 3-0 lead, after City skipper Vincent Kompany had been unfairly sent off by referee Chris Foy (not Chris Hoy) for a two footed tackle on Nani, although replays showed that the Belgian had clearly won the ball. Although to be fair, United were already one-nil up, after a flowing counter attack saw Valencia cross for Rooney to nod home off the cross bar.
After City were reduced to 10 men, United quickly doubled the lead in the 30th minute, when Welbeck instinctively volleyed the ball in after City had made a hash of clearing a cross into the box. The lead was tripled thereafter, when Welbeck was bundled over by Kolarov in the box, and Rooney headed in the rebound after Costel Pantilimon, playing in the place of Joe Hart, had saved the initial goal kick.
With United dominant leading into half time, things looked ominous for City at the start of the second half. However, credit must go to the way City responded in the second half. Roberto Mancini, ever the tactical genius (or so we believe) took off the ineffective David Silva and Adam Johnson and introduced Stevan Savic and Pablo Zabaleta.
And the changes quickly helped as City got one back off a delicious free kick from Aleksandr Kolarov from the edge of the penalty area, after Evra had fouled Micah Richards. Kolarov stepped up and neatly buried the kick at the near post, with Lindegaard well beaten.
With 30 minutes left, Paul Scholes finally made his way back onto the pitch…and subsequently gave the ball away to James Milner, who crossed for Sergio Aguero who tapped in after Lindegaard had made fumble of his initial shot.
With the scores at 2-3, nerves started settling in for the teams, both teams had penalty appeals turned down by the referee. However, Scholes soon settled into the game, and began to dictate play. With the ginger prince starting to make his presence in the middle of the park felt, United somehow managed to close out the game, repelling wave after wave of City attack.
A well deserved win for United, despite the fact that they had shipped a staggering 6 goals in the last two games, and 2 more yesterday against a team with 10 men. Sir Alex Ferguson was all smiles as the final whistle blew, and his team will no doubt gain a massive boost of confidence after this performance.
A dejected Mancini meanwhile, commented that he was “proud” of a “fantastic” City, although they would be exiting the competition.
A thrilling, entertaining match at Eastlands with end to end football, which proved that the FA Cup had lost none of its gloss and sheer unpredictability.
Some Quick Thoughts -
UNITED :
1. United’s goalkeeping issues seem to have no end in sight. Against City, Lindegaard was poor, save for a first half save from Aguero. He was directly at fault for the second goal, after he had fumbled Aguero’s initial shot. In retrospect, you could also say that he was rather slow in reacting to Kolarov’s free kick goal. Maybe he was blinded by the wall?
2. Chris Smalling was immense at centre back, and I think HIS calming influence actually made Rio Ferdinand play better, although to be honest Rio kept giving the ball away. Phil Jones had yet another bad day at right back, he seemed nervous going forward and had a bad first touch all through the game. Was very lucky not to give away a penalty for an innocuous hand ball.
3. PAUL SCHOLES IS BACK!! YAY!! And this is what stats guru Opta had to say about him on twitter : 71 – After coming on after 60 mins, Paul Scholes made 71 passes (97% complete), more than any Man City player in the entire game. Comeback.
With Scholes back, I think United can safely cope till the end of the season at least (unless he decides to tackle anyone. Please don’t, Scholesey.) Maybe Wesley Sneijder will stay at the San Siro after all eh?
4. Redemption for Wayne Rooney – after being anonymous at Tyneside, Rooney was back to his imperious best. He was literally everywhere, helping out in defence, going forward in attack, and finished with two well deserved and well taken goals. And Danny Welbeck showed why Chicharito is no longer a first choice stater for the team.
CITY -
1. City desperately missed Yaya Toure in the middle of the park. Without the Ivorian’s metronomic passing and ability to win the ball back, they were bossed… by Michael Carrick and a 38-going-on-39 year old Welshman. Poor.
Samir Nasri in particular was completely useless. I’m pretty sure he had a total of 10 touches of the ball in the match. David Silva had an average match as well, with the Spaniard being hauled off at half time.
2. Much to everyone’s surprise, City coped well enough after Kompany’s dismissal (although that may well be United’s ineptitude that City’s defending). In the second half, Richards and Lescott were massive for City, and United hardly got a shot at their goal. And Pantilimon looks good enough to be United’s first choice goal keeper.
3. Will this defeat affect City’s psychological mindset? It’s hard to say, particularly with the talent and squad depth they have. They are 3 points clear at the top, and with United taking the win today, they will nervously be looking over their shoulders at the defending champions, who will no doubt be stepping it up a gear.
4. And at 5’11″ and 183 pounds, Micah Richards makes a formidable Centre Forward, as Rio Ferdinand found out. ‘Nuff said.
Feel free to air away your thoughts in the comments section below, be it compliments, death threats or marriage proposals.
Posted by: Anandu on: January 6, 2012
A few months ago, after being unceremoniously dumped out of the Champions League by an un-fancied Swiss side, I managed to come across a splendid article by Samuel Luckhurst, aptly title “Are we really becoming ‘who the f*** are Manchester United? ‘ “.
Thinking back after last night’s plainly pathetic walloping at Tyneside, I rather think we are.
Bereft of idea, quality and any sort of determination, the United squad playing at the St. James’s Park (bollocks to you Mike Ashley) were out paced, out muscled and completely outplayed by a savvy, stylish and purposeful Newcastle.
A second consecutive defeat conceding 3 goals hasn’t happened since 2004,but needless to say, I think we got what we deserved. Also, it is rather ominous that United’s best player by far was a 38 year old former winger.
Let us break down some of the facts and analyze the reasons for the defeat last night -
1) INJURIES
Plainly the most obvious of reasons. The squad has been decimated by the worst injury crisis in the last 7 years. The last time this happened was in 2003 when, with Roy Keane, Paul Scholes and Van Nistelrooy all injured, United went on to win… Er.. Nothing.
The present crisis is just as bad, if not worse. Vidic out for the season, Darren Fletcher taking an indefinite break from football, Ashley Young, Tom Cleverley, Jonny Evans, Chris Smalling, Rafael and Fabio da Silva, Michael Owen all clogging up the treatment at Old Trafford. Among these, the absences of Cleverley and Vidic has been felt particularly hard.
The former was a shining light at the beginning of the season. Described by Fergie as being “probably the best young midfielder in Britain”, just when we all started thinking that he had inherited Scholes’s legacy, Kevin Davies intervened and off went Tom.
Cleverley’s passing and vision have been sorely missed by United and although Michael Carrick seems to have remembered that he can pass a ball, Tom’s energy and enthusiasm in the middle of the park has been badly missed.
The loss of Vidic, IMO is far far more significant and has far reaching consequences to United results. With him at the back, United could comfortably bomb forward, safe in the knowledge that pretty much no one would get past the Serbian and that anyone foolish to try would be bulldozed quickly enough. The partnership he built up with Ferdinand at the back has been integral to United’s title successes during the last 3 years.
Without Vidic, Rio seems a shadow of himself. Unsure of whether to attack a ball or let it run, the massive dip in his form and self belief has been startling. Suffice to say he hasn’t got that yard of pace anymore and at 33, he isn’t getting any younger as well.
With Vidic out for the season, United have been overly dependent on Rio. With his age and injury problems in mind, he cannot be expected to start and finish every single match anymore. But the distinct lack of an experienced presence means that Ferdinand is forced to play more and more of the matches. It is also sad to note that he hasn’t formed a successful partnership with any of the younger players as well. In fact, Ferdinand and Jones at centre back have conceded far more goals than any other combination of players (including Carrick and Berbatov at one stage).
Therefore the loss of Vidic has been thoroughly felt. Without significant defensive steel, United have simply taken the easiest route out, by preferring not to attack at all. Instead they prefer to slow down the tempo and break on the counter. Although with a practically non existent midfield, this could may well turn out to be more self harming than anything.
In the few games that United have attacked, we have seen what they can do to teams. With Wolves being demolished 4-1 followed closely by 5-nothing thrashings of Fulham and Wigan. In these games, United attacked with a verve unseen after the 5-0 at Bolton in early August.
2) NON EXISTENT MIDFIELD
This has been a recurring issue for many seasons now. Although the urgent need for fresh faces in the middle of the park has never been felt this bad before, the retirement of Scholes accompanied by the sudden injury crisis to pretty much everyone save Darron Gibson (who everyone prefers injured than playing) meant that the calls for everything from a ‘trequartista ‘ and ‘regista‘ to ‘plain effing guts, blood and bone’ have been echoed throughout United-dom.
Although Phil Jones seems like a modern day amalgamation of Beckenbauer, Scholes, Messi and Yahweh, he isn’t by any means the cure to the problem. Tom Cleverley has gone from rising starlet to probable saviour in his absence. It is not fair on the lad that he accept United’s entire playmaking burden.
Darren Fletcher when fit often seems perfect for the job. He can attack, he can defend and he can even finish to boot. But he has absolutely no guile. With him battling a potentially career threatening condition, it is only fitting that he take as much time as he needs away from the game to recover, as United simply cannot afford another Hargreaves.
Anderson meanwhile, is just as useless now, as he was when we bought him. Although he was magnificent during the early weeks of the season when paired with Cleverley, his uselessness is typically highlighted now that he has been asked to marshall the United midfield. Useless when fit and injured pretty much all of the time, its time United cut their losses with the former Porto man.
Michael Carrick has been set forth as another probable solution. To his credit, and he reads the game phenomenally and can pass just as well as those midgets over at the Camp Nou, on his day. He even makes more interceptions per match than most defenders do in a season. However, he doesn’t own the game as he used to at Spurs. Where once he played much farther upfield, he has now been asked to shield the back four, as a deep lying playmaker as much as anything. Paul Scholes-esque if you will. But by no means is the Geordie a modern day Scholes.
Add to that the fact that he isn’t compatible with anyone else. Carrick and Fletcher are unworkable, with one slowing down the game and the other trying to bulldoze through it. Carrick and Giggs is too slow. Carrick and Anderson just don’t work, which is as much the portly Brazilian’s fault as anything. Carrick and Jones does seem promising with the former’s vigour and enthusiasm coupled with the latter’s passing seemingly working wonders. Against Norwich and Aston Villa, this tactic was very effective, although it probably didn’t result in as much goals as anyone would have liked.
Jonathan Wilson’s interestingly titled book “Inverting The Pyramid” deals with the myriad tactics being used in the beautiful game. While discussing Ferguson’s classical 4-4-2 formation, Wilson notes that although most of United’s play seems to go through the wings, Ferguson always gave due importance to the middle of the park, as was highlighted by some brilliant parterships in – Scholes and Keane, Ince and Robson etc.
In all of these cases, the middle 2 essentially consisted of a runner and a passer. Literally speaking, one would run about the pitch while the other would dictate the tempo. Although this tactic used to work in previous combinations in the middle of the park, it hasn’t seemed to work for the present United squad.
Again, the main cause for this is the above mentioned injuries. With Scholes’s retirement, only Carrick and Cleverley are recognized passers. This is why a middle two of Fletcher and Anderson (both runners) or Carrick and Cleverley (both passers) would not work out.
With this said, the inclusion of Giggs and Park, both essentially wingers into the middle the park does seem to bring out interesting results. Technically, a middle two of Giggs and Carrick shouldn’t work. But against Chelsea in the quarters of the UCL last season, the two combined with the sheer industry of Park, managed to work wonders. Chelsea had no answer to United’s midfield trio. This result is in stark contrast to the one at Newcastle yesterday. Giggs and Carrick were overrun by the twin pillars of tenacity and tempestuousness in the form of Tiote and Cabaye. United were, to put in the words of Martin Tyler, “run over”.
Against Blackburn, it was just sheer idiocy that beat United. Who in their right minds would put Park and Rafael in the middle of the park? One is a winger, the other is a wing back with defensive qualities of David Luiz. Of course, most of the blame should go to Mike Phelan for not standing up to Sir Alex and suggesting that this might be a bad idea, but simply blaming Phelan is a bit harsh.
With all due to respect to Fergie, why didn’t Pogba start? How can he possibly be worse than Rafael and Park? And for what sane reason did Welbeck start on the left while Antonio Valencia languished at right back? And lastly, did Fergie seriously expect that Carrick would stand upto the bullying of Yakubu? The answers to all these questions were broadly expected when the final whistle blew at Old Trafford.
[ HOWEVER, is United’s midfield as bad as it looks?
United it seems, have plenty of talent within the club, both at the Reserve and Youth levels. Why not let one of these starlets have a go then? We have long heard of proclamations of Ravel Morrison being the Mancunian Messi and Pogba being the new Vieira. To be honest though, we haven’t seen much of young Ravel in a senior shirt to suggest he could be the Mancunian Joey Barton, let alone a Messi. And Pogba seemingly is more interested in the green of the US dollar than the green of the pitch.
Another youngster on whom great hopes have been pinned on, is Ryan Tunnicliffe. Described as a modern day Roy Keane/Bryan Robson, Tunnicliffe is said to possess all the attributes to become a future United and England captain such as a this-is-sparta approach to tackling and an indomitable will to win. Although to be fair, the same were said of John O’Shea when he first came to Old Trafford. And look where he ended up. Tunnicliffe however, has been earning rave reviews at Peterborough, where he is on loan. In fact, he is the one player I really look forward to seeing in a United shirt, along with young winger Robbie Brady. ]
Moving along and onto Ryan Giggs. at 38, the Welshman is the oldest member of the United squad but is easily one of the most creative as well. He may have lost the searing pace of his youth, but he seems to have lost absolutely none of the guile. But at 38, how much more are we supposed to depend on him? If rumours are to be believed, he is being offered a one-year contract extension as well! I think we can all understand the depth of United’s midfield misery when we hear that Scholes has been asked to come out of retirement as well. Next we hear, they’ll be asking Cantona and Sir Bobby Charlton as well…
To sum up, Tom Cleverley is (if you excuse the pun) by far and away the cleverest player present in the United line up. Yes, yes I know Rooney can drop back when he’s needed and all that, but he’s more effective up front than anywhere else. The sooner Cleverley returns, the better. We all saw he almost single-handedly influenced the games against Barca (pre-season friendly) and against Citeh in the Community Shield. He also provides as a good foil to whoever plays alongside him, because he can be a runner as well as a passer. He also tracks back to a large extent. With him back, United should be much better off.
3) GOALKEEPER ROTATION
I’m sure everyone heard of the de Gea interview after the Blackburn match, in which he claimed he can be just as good/better than Van der Sar, as a Manchester United legend.
Right.
I’m no critic, and I absolutely do not believe that the young Spaniard should be blamed for all our losses, but deary me he has made a hash of a lot of those set plays, hasn’t he? Granted he pretty much singlehandedly saved our skins against Chelsea and Liverpool, but how much more howlers should we be subjected to? Watching de Gea flapping at crosses with all the aplomb of a vampire, I seem to recollect flashes of a certain baldheaded, crazy Frenchman. I don’t think that bodes well for our new numero uno.
Ferguson for one, seems to believe in the Spaniard. Throughout all his howlers, Ferguson has continuously backed him to come good, so have his teammates (save a certain Dane)
His catlike reflexes have boded well for United. Now all he needs to do is bulk up a bit and learn how to deal with crosses. No biggie.
However, I don’t think the constant rotation of the goalkeepers will do anything to improve his confidence and self-belief. Never before have I seen Fergie tinker with the seemingly “last line of defense” as now, except during the doomed Tim Howard/Roy Carroll (god bless his soul. Or not) era.
With the goalkeepers being seemingly chosen at random, the position has no stability. This coupled with the absolute uncertainty among the back four does not spell good news for United. With no gelling between the goalkeeper and his defence, how can de Gea be expected to properly synchronise his defence? Therefore IMHO, the suspect defence has to carry as much blame as the goalkeeper for all our dismal results.
[ In fact the suspect defence needs to carry pretty much all the blame for all the three goals Lindegaard has conceded. All of which, by the way, came at Tyneside last night. All of which came due to a certain Phil, who was beaten by Shola Ameobi to the long punt upfield for the first goal, who bundled over Demba Ba and in essence, provided an assist for the second goal and then who rather stupidly chested (or thighed?) the ball into his own net. Splendid work there, Phil. I can almost see the parallels with John O’Shea. ]
If Fergie does need to rotate the GK, why doesn’t he do it in a logical way, as Mr. Luckhurst aptly propounded after the Newcastle defeat – select Lindegaard when the opposing team prefers a physical style of play, viz. Stoke, Blackburn etc and de Gea against more stylish teams such as Arsenal and Chelsea. In fact, wouldn’t it be altogether better if Lindegaard plays the big matches (considering his age, experience and confidence) and let de Gea familiarise with the Premier League against lesser, weaker teams?
4) DIMITAR BERBATOV
The enigmatic Bulgarian, the joint top scorer of last season has found himself more than slightly marginalised this season. With the emergence of Welbeck, coupled with the Bulgarian’s ostentatiously languid/lazy/uninterested style of play meant that he found himself warming the benches more than anything. But given he chance, he redeemed himself in style with 5 goals in 2 games against Wigan and Blackburn.
I don’t understand people’s lack of liking for Berbatov. His style of play is very often wrongly interpreted and this has frequently lead to him being derided in style by the Old Trafford faithful. I’ve read thousands of blogs and tweets deriding the Bulgarian for his apparent lack of effort, but in retrospect, this just because people cannot understand the simplicity-and hence the profound genius-of his method of play.
The Bulgarian is by far the classiest player United has. Given the time and space, he often works pieces of magic unseen after The King Eric Cantona himself. His hold up play, vision and passing are second to none. His only fault is that he prefers to occupy the same position as Rooney does, and Ferguson being the Brit he is, almost always favours Rooney, being the more mobile, more industrious and apparently “the more world class” of the two. Work ethic over Pure class.
However, Berbatov has shown what he can do for the team last year, almost singlehandedly dragging the team through early season with Rooney seemingly poised to quit the club. He rescued the club against Everton, Liverpool, Tottenham and played a major role in United’s progress until overshadowed by Hernandez. He quietly suffered when he did not make the team list against Barca at Wembley, (unlike a certain Dutchman) and did not protest when he found himself on the wrong end of the fans’s abuse. Yet, he almost saved us against Blackburn, converting the two chances he got. Against Newcastle, he was completely devoid of any service and yet the only notable effort he registered crashed off the bottom of the post.
In all honesty, the Bulgarian can very well fulfil United’s creative dearth if he half cared to do so, but as long as Ferguson prefers players like Park in the middle of the pitch, it is no wonder that we are where we are now.
5)NO TRANSFER MONEY/GLAZERS
As Wayne Rooney so correctly pointed out to us at the beginning of last season, “The club’s direction and mine do not match, nor does its inability to sign top quality players” which essentially meant “F*** those Glazers, buy someone or I’m gone”
I don’t need to say anything further at this juncture. I am yet to meet a United fan who hasn’t yet understood the implications of the Glazer takeover and the saddling of all their external debt on the club, alongwith Ferguson’s traitorous handling of the takeover by voicing no opposition whatsoever (Maybe they gave him a new horse?).
This has meant that United have no money to buy anyone new.
Literally.
The last player that United bought for a significant amount of money was Berbatov (*cough* Bebe *cough*) in the summer of 2008. So its been almost 4 years since we last strengthened.
In the same time, Arsenal have bought in Arshavin, Vermaelen, Koscielny, Gervinho, Arteta, Jenkinson, Joel Campbell and Oxlade – Chamberlain.
Chelsea have bought Flopando Torres for 50 Mill, Juan Mata, David-PlayStation-Luiz for 25 Mill with possibly Gary Cahill joining them this month.
Liverpool have purchased Luiz Suarez, Jordan Henderson, Charlie Adam, Jose Enrique and Mr. Ponytail for a combined 100 Mill, and Citeh have bought every remaining footballer on the planet.
Yes, now you seem to understand the ‘massive’ scale if investment being made at Old Trafford don’t you? Although Ferguson has often said that that money has always been made available when he wanted it and that he “will not buy simply for the sake of buying”, the fact remains that we are, essentially the poorest of the so called Big Five. Except Tottenham of course. Wait a sec, do they even make the Big 5?
Sadly, a renegade takeover bid by the Red Knights Trust for the princely sum of $1 Billion (aka 1000000000 dollars) was rejected by the Glazers and this has quashed any lingering hopes of us buying back the club which we so love and care for.
The significant lack of money has not prevented the media from linking possible transfer targets to the club, nevertheless. Players from Wesley Sneijder to some unheard of U21 Macedonian left back have been linked with the club. This despite the fact that United cannot afford to pay even 50k pounds of Sneijder’s reportedly sky high wages of 250,000 pounds a week!
Still, could be worse. Atleast the media aren’t openly saying that we can’t afford to buy Sunil Chhetri, let lone Wesley Sneijder. This could be blessing in surprise.
And although many fans have been pining for a creative force in the vein of the above mentioned Dutchie, what we need urgently is a holding midfielder of the same fire breathing breed as Roy Keane, and someone to replace Ferdinand and Evra, who are going and going fast. Possible names such as Yann M’Villa, Jordi Alba, Javi Garcia, Javi Martinez, Chieck Tiote have all been bandied about, but unless someone clods Fergie with a walking stick, don’t expect anyone.
6) MIKE PHELAN
I’ve said before that we shouldn’t be overly blaming Phelan for all our losses. The 6-1 against City, Knocked out of the Carling Cup and the Champions League and consecutive losses to Blackburn (Blackburn!) and Newcastle. Hmm come to think of it, I think I will blame him.
I don’t think any of the above defeats would have happened if Carlos Queiroz had still been at the Theatre of Dreams. Queiroz’s technical know-how was of supreme importance in our Champions League victories (esp. over Barca in the semis) and our 2008 final run. When he left, Fergie was devoid of a virtual think-tank of tactical expertise. Without Queiroz’s guidance, United stumbled badly, losing against Bayern in 2009 and getting comprehensively beaten (once again) by Barca in last year’s final at Wembley.
The bumbling Phelan has no pedigree to hold his current position, he has the tactical knowledge of a water buffalo, the brains of dodo and the flexibility of a rock. He does not seem to offer any sort of advice to Sir Alex during a match as well. IMO, he has to go. No excuses. Anyone remember how Brian Clough failed miserably without a certain sidekick? This is exactly what is happening to Sir Alex now.
SOME CONCLUDING THOUGHTS :
I’m just as optimistic as the next man, but I don’t think United are going to win the title (or anything else for that matter) this year. I know its massively stupid of me to write them off at this point of the season, but unless City cock up unbelievably, I cannot envisage how we are going to drag ourselves to the top. I’m also getting a nagging feeling that those Yids are going to finish above us. Hmmm…
United, for all their downfalls, need to buy someone to proceed. It’s as simple as that, as Andy Gray would say. Due to popular demand (from no one in particular), I have looked up some probable midfield maestros -
Wesley Sneijder – No, hopeless choice, he himself has said that he prefers playing as a second striker. Besides he isn’t exactly durable. And is out of form. And asks for a lot of money
Luka Modric – My first choice, although Daniel Levy and ‘Arry would be loath to sell him. Can pass, cross, shoot, and defend and we’ve seen him in action often enough. Will probably cost a fortune, seeing that he signed a new deal recently.
Eden Hazard – No , he’s a winger. And he’s more Ronaldo than Scholes. Plus he’s not proven himself outside France, was rather anonymous in Lille’s European games.
Christian Eriksen – OK, he too seems more Ronaldo than Scholes, he often prefers to dribble past players and shoot himself, than go for an assist. But he is also very very quick, good at set plays and ran rings around England at Wembley. Will not come cheap.
Rasmus Elm – Dark horse IMO, can pass like Scholes, and is an expert at set pieces, something United have been seriously missing. Also makes lots of interceptions, scores much as well. His contract runs out this summer, and he has expressed a willingness to move. Watch out for Spurs though..
Nicolas Gaitan – Plays pretty much the same way as Elm, although being left footed, could bring some variety into the United attack. Young, Argentinean, and smiles a lot. What more do you want? And his assist for Cardozo’s goal against United was purely sublime.
Javi Martinez – I watched him play against Barca for Bilbao and he very nearly succeded in chaining Messi. Anyone who can do that isn’t half bad I guess, seeing that the last United player to do that was a certain Owen Hargreaves…
Chieck Tiote – We all saw what this man can do, yesterday. Although he does seem a bit clueless after he does manage to win the ball. Lucky he’s got Yohan Cabaye… Will not come cheap.
Javi Garcia – The Benfica man was splendid against United, rendered Nani and Rooney virtually useless. Doesn’t venture forward at all, might just be the man Sir Alex is looking for.
In all honesty though, I wish we signed a left back more. Jordi Alba will probably come cheap as well! Once Anderson, Cleverley and (hopefully) Fletcher return, the midfield will be able to come with most demands. However, the left back position is in some danger. Evra has no recognized cover, with Fabio out and Zeki Fryers just bedding into the team. And if Evra’s recent form is any sign of things to come, we can all look forward to a very, very long 2012.
Posted by: Anandu on: December 8, 2011
Four wheels move the body, Two wheels move the soul – Chinese saying (possibly)
Yes, yes and yes. I have finally managed to get hold of one for myself and will now proceed to explain what an exuberant, fulfilling joy it is to own one. Although to be fair, I haven’t even completed 1000 kilometres yet, but my joy for blogging and my joy for biking and my joy for procrastination related to all things studying, all seemed to overlap at this point in time, so here you go.
It all started when I was born..er.. When I was in the 11th grade rather, when I fell in love with motorbikes or 2 wheelers in general. This affair of mine took off after my first bike ride in grade 9, on a beat and broken Yamaha, which was so beaten and broken that it would have waltzed into the Smithsonian Institute’s Machine History Museum. It had no rear brakes, the front breaks eitherworked only when going uphill or not at all, a clutch which was too jerky, a gearbox which changed gears the moment your pedal rested on it, absolutely no power and the shock absorbing capacity of a brick.
Still, riding it was the most spectacular, the most fantabulous, gobsmacking, mindblowing, jaw dropping, lip smacking, heart throbbing running-out-of-adjectives-in experience ever imagined. This machine moved! (as long as it had fuel in it or if it felt like moving) It accelerated! (or so I thought) It took me from A to B with no effort from me whatsoever, apart from a few turns of the wrists and ankles! It made me feel all warm and gooey and happy and all that deep down inside me!
And the idea of the motorbike appealed instantly to me. It was such a brilliant invention. It could do everything (almost) that a car could, but was nowhere near as cumbersome as one. It was cheap, it was efficient, it was fine with the environmentalists, it didn’t come with lots of instructions, it didn’t take a decade to get one after booking one, all in all, it was amazing.
Sadly though, the idea did not appeal to my dad. Who incidentally, also doubles up as my personal bank. In typical “dad” fashion, he said “no”. And then followed it up with a multitude of reasons such as why I didn’t need one, why it was useless, why I should study more, why the earth is round, why he hates Rafael Nadal and so on and so forth.
Now this was depressing, but not really unexpected. You see, my dad (or anyone else I know, for that matter) has some really weird gene or something which instantly makes him respond “No” to whatever questions I may ask him at any instant,
Viz : “Hey dad can I go out and play? No”
“Hey dad can I watch TV? No”
“Hey dad can I do my homework? No. “
So the matter of the bike would have to be discussed, discussed some more, requested, pleaded, begged, lied about, prophesied, declared, raged, fought, cried, harried, begged some more, fasted (in classic Anna Hazare style), cried a bit more, threatened suicide, and the lot until someone would give in.
Since this was the classic scenario in my family whenever I wanted something, my parents were quite familiar with my devious and decidedly dastardly and devilish schemes. I would have to resort to something else. I would have to try something different, something so brilliantly brilliant that they would be blinded by the sheer brilliance of it…
TO BE CONTINUED.!
Posted by: Anandu on: October 24, 2011
What the fuck.
Today, I felt what it is to feel like an Arsenal fan. Specifically an Arsenal fan after that 8-2 thrashing at Old Trafford. The theatre of dreams witnessed today, probably the most abysmal performance ever by a Manchester United since the turn of the century.
On paper, this had seemed pretty straightforward. United taking on an unbeaten City side at Old Trafford, where the Red Devils had been unbeaten for almost 19 months, since Chelsea won back in 2010 March.
However, I had my doubts. United were scraping through matches ever since Tom Cleverley broke his foot ay Bolton, while City were crushing everything and everyone , except for that defeat at Bayern. Home win then, you’d think huh? Think again.
United were absolutely blown away, obliterated and shot to smithereens by a stunning, free flowing, organized City. The final score stood 6-1. Yeah 6-1. To be honest, the scoreline did not do City justice. It could have been anywhere from 6 to 9 in all honesty, except for some desperately unlucky misses and David de Gea, who was by far United’s best player.
The pre match show highlighted my worst beliefs. Ferguson’s match plan was a complete tactical disaster. First of all, why was Jonny Evans even on the pitch, when Vidic was fit again, match sharp or not? Why didn’t United have a deep lying playmaker to complement Darren Fletcher? Michael Carrick was completely absent from the lineup. Given his form in last weeks CL match in Romania, it was surprising. Heck even Berbatov could have done the job. But nooooo, Fergie wanted Anderson who in my opinion is
(a) overrated
(b) useless
(c) both of the above
And why was Ferdinand playing, considering the fact that Agüero, Silva, Balotelli and the lot aren’t exactly what you’d call “slow”. This too when Phil Jones, Chris Smalling and Fabió are all available?
And the fact that United were playing a 4-4-2 against City’s 4-5-1/4-4-1-1 meant they would easily be barged off the ball as well, given Gareth Barry, Yaya Touré and James Milner were all in there. David Silva’s tendency to come into the middle from the left meant Evra would be dragged about all over the place (which happened to perfection btw).
As the game kicked off, I have to.confess some of my fears were addressed. United were attacking with a verve unseen after Bolton, City were pinned back in their half for more than a quarter of an hour. Impressive. It all changed at 21:21 as City flew down on the counter, Silva fed Milner down the left and the Englishman’s first time cut back for Mario Balotelli allowed the flamboyant Italian to sweep on low into the bottom right corner, de Gea well beaten.
Although rather shocked, I consoled myself saying United will get back in this game. And till halftime, the game remained at 1-0 to City. After the customary 15 minutes, United were the first ones on the field, looking raring to go. The game was then restarted by a City kickoff which immediately paid dividends.
Agüero had way too much space in the middle of the pitch after Milner found him, and cut the United defence open with a perfectly weighted through pass for Balotelli. With the Italian through, it took just one moment for United’s idiot number one aka Evans to pull the Italian down, earning him a straight red from Mark Clattenburg.
What an absolute, almighty idiot Evans is. I’ve never seen him as United material and today, he justified me perfectly. It just goes to show that poor Wes Brown was sold off instead who is by far the better defender. Evans red meant United were now left open far too much at the back. So Smalling moved in and Fletcher out to the right back’s position.
The sending off immediately paid dividends as Micah Richards broke down the right following some dodgy defending by Evra and delivered a mouthwatering cross which an almost unmarked Balotelli buried with aplomb. I would love to know what Ferdinand was doing at this time. Tweeting probably.
Almost a minute later, City tripled their advantage by the exact same way, this time Silva and Milner combining down the right after some more sloppy defending from (you guessed it) captain fantastic-not evra and the former Villa man crossed for the incoming Agüero to tap in.
Ferguson immediately sent on Hernandez and Jones for the ineffective Nani and Anderson. The move paid dividends within minutes as Hernandez combined with Fletcher right in the middle of the park for the Scot to curl in a sublime first time effort right into the top corner.
United’s joy was short lived as City struck thrice more in the next 5 minutes as the champions were left clutching straws. First, Ferdinand conceded a sloppy corner and Edin Dzěko tapped in from the resulting corner after some more hopeless defending.
Then a lightning City counter saw David Silva slotting past his countryman after Mr. United Patrice Evra was left in no man’s land.
City’s final goal came from yet another counter. Danny Welbeck conceded possesion deep in City’s half and Silva immediately put Dzěko through, who ran past both Smalling and the worthless Fedinand before smashing one past de Gea, who in retrospect could’ve done better.
The final scenes from Old Trafford showed jubilation on the faces of the City fans and absolute horror on the faces of the United fans. Mancini was as happy as a 4 year old at a circus, Ferguson as thunderous as I’ve ever seen him.
What have we learned?
Manchester City are genuine genuine title contenders. The fact that they are yet to play Arsenal, Chelsea, Liverpool or even Stoke counts against them, but make bo mistake about it, any team that buttwhoops Man United at Old Trafford will definitely go far in the title race. They are already 5 points clear at the top, so you can decide yourself on their title chances.
As for United, sloppy seems to be the keyword for Sir Alex’s men. Although the last time United were beaten this badly at Old Trafford (4-1 by Liverpool in 2008) they went onto win the double. Past experience isn’t much of a yard stick in my opinion, and United need to get moving, and get moving fast. Ferdinand and Evra showed us today what liabilities they can be. Leaving out Evra, Ferdinand was absolutely, undeniably, equivocally hopeless. The only thing he has in his favour is his experience. I don’t think he’ll be around much longer. Evra meanwhile, needs to remember that he is a full back, not a wing back. In most parts of the match, he was playing higher up than Wayne Rooney and Ashley Young.
Jonny Evans shouldn’t play another game for United, he isn’t deserving of that shirt.
Tom Cleverley needs to get back, fast. Also Dimitar Berbatov should play mote often. There is a reason he won the golden boot last year, and unlike most other forwards at United, he ia very good at holding the ball for others. He is an exquisite passer as well. The only fault of his shouldn’t be used to repress him to such an extent.
Can United get back on top?
Honestly? No. Not unless they beat City at the Etihad stadium, and hope someone else does too, and the only team I can envision beating City is Chelsea. United can try anyway. As they say trying is half the work done.
So what next for you?
Me? I’m going to go lie down under a rock somewhere for a couple of weeks until everyone forgets that I’m a United fan. Or until we beat someone else 6-1. Goodbye everyone, oh and happy Diwali
Posted by: Anandu on: October 18, 2011
And so the inevitable has passed. Despite all the tantrums, the multitude of “i-will-kill-myself-if-you-make-me-go-there” threats and the umpteen “i can’t do this anymore” pleas, I have finally completed a month in an engineering college.
Laugh all you want. I feel privileged. Happy even. I have survived!
On a less fatalistic note, it was, I admit rather sheepishly, jolly good fun. Did I like the place? Yes. Did I like the kids? Yes. Did I like the subject? No, not much. Scratch that, NO.
To start off, it isn’t exactly what I expected. Contrary to pre-conceived info, it isn’t all “fun, cutting classes and lots of booze”. Ok the booze part is rather true.
It’s tough. And there’s a lot to do, which isn’t exactly my cup of tea.
Take the subjects for instance- mechanics deals with the art of ptetending to understand the professor and nodding vaguely when he asks “understand?”.
Math is just as out-of-this-world as in school.
Electronics is the autobiography of amplifiers and pointlessly meaningless circuits.
The duo of basic mechanical and basic civil engineering stand as monuments to how boring class is (ok ok mechanical is kind of interesting).
Mechanical workshop deals with the complex art form of hammering a steel rod till it looks like road-kill.
Engineering chemistry is useless since most engineers don’t really need it anyway and GRAPHICS is purely math made to look hard so people who aren’t engineers think engineering students are terribly busy, intelligent, overworked and important.
Seriously.
Then there is the freedom that college brings, it hits you like a freight train. No one gives even half a rat’s ass if you don’t enter class, submit assignments, pass, or even come to college. Unless you flunk the entire year, in which case they tend to care. A bit.
Our teachers are fun, well most of them are. Attendance in classes though isn’t much of an issue, since only 65% attendance is required. Inevitably, this means that most of my classes tend to be rather empty.
All the kids are fun, startlingly, many of them are repeaters, so I guess they wasted a year repeating. I mean I know my college is like the second best in Kerala and all (yes, I’m bragging) but you know, they should have atleast got ito the NITs at the very least. Poor them.
We have an equal number of day scholars and hosteliers, but there are only 3 girls in class which is sad. This means that we are forced to write our own notes.
Apparently, ragging I’d banned in my college so I’m happy, although my dad says “ragging is an important part in the formation of a teen’s something something mumble blah blah”.
Heh, figures. HE was told to come to college with half his moustache shaved off. Poor guy, I guess he’s just jealous.
There are a lot (and I mean a LOT) of student organizations in the college, ranging from the SFI to the NCC , P&PC, ISTE etc. There a lot of weird sports being played as well. I was personally invited to attend Judo classes. Judo it seems.
Football is a regular sport at college, thankfully and I would love to get in the college team
, which on first impression seems pretty good. Kinda like Manchester United’s reserve team (hey, they’re good too!)
The fact that I might be here only for a year is kinda depressing, because although the subject is absolutely dis-interesting, I really do love the campus and the kids.
The campus has a certain tranquility, it is pretty well designed, although the buildings look and feel older than my great grandfather (no, he isn’t alive).
The fact that the campus is in a semi-urban area just increases the feel further. There are a lot of convenience stores around though, but avoid the college co-op store altogether, cuz it will rip the pants off you.
Wish I could’ve put up some pictures, but I’m writing from my cellphone . Check it out on Google if you want to see it.
Coming to a conclusion, I still don’t know how this month passed so quickly. That probably means I’m enjoying college a lot. Made lots of new friends, forgot half their names’ by the next day, so met them all again lol
Finishing off, I have said this before, and will surely keep saying this I get into a law school. I love the college and sincerely do love going there, but engineering is, was and never will hold any love for me. Hate, surely. But love, not a chance. Not by a long shot.
Posted by: Anandu on: September 20, 2011
A bow legged chicken and a cross eyed hen! I ain’t had a wank since I don’t know when!
We walk with a wiggle and we walk with a swank! We are the Arsenal North bank!
Fight, fight! Wherever you may be! We are the North Bank Highbury!
And we’ll go down in history! We are the North Bank Highbury!
And so rang the wide, populated terraces of the North Bank of Highbury, London, just off the A1, where the famous Arsenal FC used to play, until they discovered the pleasures of financial stipends in the form of the spanking new (in a relative sense, compared to say Old Trafford or Stamford Bridge) Emirates Stadium in Ashburton Grove, Islington. Every Sunday, week after week, the Gunners faithful would populate the North Bank of Highbury, and watch in delight as their favourites went about playing some of the best football ever seen in history, as Arsenal ripped apart teams with an unforgiving, uncompromising style of no-nonsense football.
Not anymore though, sadly.
The Arsenal of old are, plainly, history. They simply fail to show up. Oh they still do play their joyous tiki-taka-esque football at which arguably only Barcelona surpasses them, but apart from the football, there isn’t a lot happening for either Arsene Wenger or his charges. It has been 6 years without Arsenal winning a major trophy, the last being an FA Cup triumph in 2005 over Manchester United. Even worse, their last Premier League crown came in 2004, when United where in shambles following a number of disastrous signings (aka Juan Sebastian Veron, Diego Forlan, Kleberson, Eric Djemba-Djemba, David Bellion and the lot), Liverpool ceased to exist, and Chelsea were in their pre-Abramovich pre-Mourinho era and was being managed by a hapless old geezer named Claudio Ranieri (who is amusingly, jobless as of now).
The Arsenal of then were a team to be feared. Names such as Ashley Cole, Ray Parlour, Marc Overmars and a couple of terrific wingers in Robert Pires and Freddie Ljunberg, probably the best Dutchman to grace the EPL Dennis Bergkamp, the only Frenchie who made Sir Alex Ferguson tremble Patrick Viera, and unstoppable enigma named Thierry Henry upfront. The first team list has made many a manager cringe, and many many fans weep with joy at the magnificent football they played, such as this. They actually managed to finish the 2003/04 season UNBEATEN, which is the only time a football club has managed to do that in history. And Arsene Wenger was the beating heart in the middle of this great jigsaw that was Arsenal FC.
When the Frenchman joined Arsenal as a 47 year old in 1996, he came without much managerial experience or even a long playing career. Instead he held degrees in Electrical Engineering and Economics from the University of Strasbourg. Arsenal, then, were on the decline after a a disastrous year under Bruce Rioch, who had taken over from George Graham ( who is widely considered the best Arsenal manager of all time). Graham had almost singlehandedly built the attacking reputation that Arsenal are renowned for. In a 9 year tenure, Graham, a former Arsenal player had managed to win 2 league championships, 2 league cups, an FA Cup and the European Cup Winners Cup (now the Europa League). Wenger then, was expected to continue the legacy laid by Graham, and to a large extent, has managed to fulfil it (upto a point of course). Wenger has to date won four FA Cups. He also guided Arsenal to the UEFA Cup final in 2000, losing to Galatasaray on penalties and through an entire unbeaten league campaign on the way to the title in 2004. In 2006 he took Arsenal to the UEFA Champions League Final, where the team were narrowly defeated by Barcelona.
All this stands as monumental achievements to the man that is Wenger. He has also been lauded (and occasionally criticised, more so now) for his youth policy, which saw him overwhelmingly favor younger players in favor of older ones, which is seen in the way he let Henry, Pires, Bergkamp, Ljunberg, Overmars all leave before they even attained the age of 30. Wenger has also been widely praised for his quickfire all attacking sense of football, which is undeniably the best football played in England. However, it is Wenger’s all-youth policy that is the supreme cause of Arsenal’s recent decline/fall from grace.
After 2003, the Invincibles were disbanded all too quickly, which left absolutely no experience in the Arsenal camp to offer guidance to the youth. At one point of time, the 26 year old Manuel Almunia was the senior-most team member! So you can imagine the morale following defeats or successive defeats. Patrick Vieira, for instance, left in 2005, followed closely by Thierry Henry, Robert Pires, Ashley Cole, Dennis Bergkamp, Freddie Ljunberg, Lauren and Sol Campbell all in the same year or the the subsequent year, 2006. This coupled with the retirements of Tony Adams, Martin Keown etc. simply left too much gaps in the team to be plugged by all the Fabregases and Van Persies.
Since 2006, Arsenal have virtually fielded teams with average ages of 26 or lower and that has shown. In 5 matches at Old Trafford in the years since, Arsenal have failed to win any. Yes, Failed To Win Any. In fact, their last victory at Old Trafford came in 2006, due to a freaky goal from Emmanuel Adebayor. This is shocking, when compared to the years before 2006, when Arsenal played 6, Won 2, Drew 2, and lost 2. And that tells its own story. You can check the statistics yourself here.
This is the story of the Arsenal team of 2007/08. Checkout the dates of 22 January, 16 February, 5 April and 8 April. In short, Arsenal’s entire season crashed to the ground in the space of just 3 months. Up till then, the title race was neck and neck between then and United.
Then there are the unbelievably large number of STUPID transfers that Arsene Wenger made in that period. Oh, Sir Alex probably beats Wenger soundly in that category, but atleast the Scot had the sense to be firm and unload players who simply weren’t worth the grade at Old Trafford. But not Wenger. Players such as Nicklas Bendtner (who compares himself along the lines of Pele and Zico), Theo Walcott (who can cross just about as well as Edwin van der Sar), Emmanuel Eboue (who was frankly hopeless) are just the tip of the multitude of pointless and irrational transfers that Wenger has made. This coupled with other wastes of time and money such as Julio Baptista, Abou Diaby (who is very skilled at own goals and getting sent off), Tomas Rosicky (who is just about as fit as Owen Hargreaves but nearly not as useful as him), Denilson, Lassana Diarra, Armand Traore, and the colossal anus that is Manuel Almunia complete a list of the most worthess Arsenal players of all time. For a list of less well known but equally useless players, click here.
Since 2007 though, the Arsenal of old has just fallen apart. They do surprise us now or then but on the whole, they fail to impress. Cesc Fabregas was appointed as captain at the tender age of 20, so you can expect the seniority/influence he had in the squad. By 2009 however, Arsenal consisted of a squad of ‘kids’ such as Gael Clichy, Theo Walcott, Fabregas himself, Samir Nasri, Thomas Vermaelen, Denilson, Lukasz Fabianski and other ‘promising’ youngsters such as Jack Wilshere, Carlos Vela, Henri Lansbury and others on loan at some club or the other.
I remember watching Arsenal play Newcastle at St. James’s Park last season. Arsenal were up 4-0 by the time the whistle had gone for half time, and I remember wishing United would play as well as Arsenal did in that first half. All that changed in the second half as a brillant comeback from the Geordies in the second half managed to see them score 4 times in the space of 10 minutes as Arsenal blew a 4 goal lead. What’s even more surprising is that one of the goals were scored by a defensive midfielder, who was in his first year in the EPL, had never scored in the EPL before, was allowed to bring the ball up from the Newcastle half, into the Arsenal final third and shoot through a packed penalty box from almost 25 yards out and still manage to find the corner of the net! Amazing stuff!
The new look Arsenal simply do not have the right mentality required for the premier league. They do not have the physicality or the brute winning mentality that the Invincibles had. Opponents simply do not tremble with fear anymore when they step out into matches away from home. The Vieiras and the Campbells are history. Arsenal are bossed about by other teams, they concede too easily and fade out of matches too fast. The do not function as a cohesive unit anymore, with younger and younger kids stepping up into the first team every new season. The 8-2 defeat against United 2 weeks back and the 4-3 defeat against Blackburn (blackburn! of all teams blackburn!) highlighted all the problems Arsenal face. Poor, haphazard defending, disability to deal with seat pieces, and a complete lack of squad depth. You simply cannot expect 19 year olds making their full – EPL debut (aka Frances Coquelin) to manage the entire Arsenal midfield at Old Trafford against a full strength Manchester United with Rooney in particularly good form.
The transfer deadline day panic-mass-buy Wenger concluded didn’t impress many people, or the fans for that matter. Yossi Benayoun? Arteta? Mertersacker? what the heck. They aren’t Wenger’s solutions. They probably will never be either (maybe Arteta will, but lets see). Arsenal need experience and the first thing Wenger needs to do is stop making very good players and sell them young, then buy even younger players from clubs nobody has ever heard of (cue Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain pun) and repeat the same thing over and over again, and make a bemused face when Arsenal end up winning nothing (Again) . Then again, this is the same man that thinks Arsenal can win something this year even after United obliterated them at Old Trafford.
When Alan Hansen (BBC Pundit) famously remarked “You’ll never win anything with kids!” following Manchester United’s 3-1 loss away to Aston Villa (after United had sold Andrei Kanchelskis, Paul Ince and Mark Hughes in the summer of 1995 and introduced youth team players such as David Beckham, Paul Scholes and Gary Neville) on the opening day of the 1995/96 season, Alex Ferguson’s United when onto prove him wrong and won the Double that very season. It’s about time Arsenal started proving everyone wrong. Yes they now do have enough experience in the squad, and well, some squad depth, but not much.Arsenal need to step up to the plate and deliver results. Everyone remembers the Invincibles, but does anyone remember the Arsenal?
Posted by: Anandu on: September 18, 2011
For those who seek to understand it, death is a highly creative force. The highest spiritual values of life can originate from the thought and study of death. - Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
What is death?
Wikipedia, the online encyclopedia has a fascinating page dedicated to this term. It technically defines death as “the permanent termination of the biological functions that sustain a living organism.” The article further goes on to describe how death, its causes, and various other minute things related to death such as “afterlife” have become central concerns of philosophical enquiry in almost all of the religious faiths.
Much has been made out of death. Described as perhaps the final frontier in a person’s life, death has been rather morbidly cast as terrifying, demanding, an unrelenting force of nature which will eventually catch up to you, trapping you in the infinite abyss of the unknown.
First of all, let me make it clear that I am no expert on death, dead people, or anything remotely to be considered as dying.
Infact, what I do want to convey is a set of memories that I cherish of a person who was, is and will always be someone very close to me. As you may have guessed, this soul of whom I speak of, has quite literally, passed on from our mortal realm. He remains to me even today one of the most inspirational sources in my life, a driving force of my everyday existence, and a shining memory that re defined my entire worldview and taught me to live.
He was 19, when he died. 19.
His name was Mahesh. He was my second cousin, but in my eyes, he was my blood brother, second to none. We did not know each other much, until we ended up staying in the same building in the bustling city of Aluva, in Kerala. He was 9, I was 8 back then. We stayed together for 4 years, before he left for Hyderabad, and I for Dubai.
From the very beginning, I remember a certain uniqueness about him. He thought differently, at an almost unnatural pace at some different plane of thinking, He was as mature then, as I am now, he rebelled against any form of social order which constrained him from the very second he realized that it was. He sang, he played, he ran, he made hundreds of friends, made people weep with pride, broke hearts, mended others, built things, destroyed others, fought like a lion, cried like a baby, apologized like a gentleman and behaved as no other 9 year old in history ever has.
This was the boy who taught me football, and shone with pride when I bettered him at it. Taught me to cycle, but never complained when I outstripped him on one. Bullied me to question people, reminded me to behave, unveiled the wonders of the internet and made me play FIFA and now, now he is no more.
He went to high school and became the life of the school, his juniors adored him, his seniors envied him. He made girls swoon, principals curse, teachers delight and goalkeeepers wish they were never born. He went to college and took over the campus (NALSAR) like a wildfire. He sang like Cobain, danced like Swayze, swaggered like Al Capone and owned everyone he knew. He was the life of his batch, one of the few people who could switch from subjects as Morrision, Moon and rock music to Hegelian and Marxist philosophy. He read Nietzsche, sang with Hendrix, composed music, created colonies and did everything that there is to do. Fell in love, and out of it, kicked assholes kissed girls, everything. And now he’s gone.
It leaves me with a Mahesh-shaped hole in the centre of my body. I miss him more than I would ever miss the very air I breathe, the water I drink, and the World I see. I am angry at him for leaving me alone here. Alone. Alone. What would you feel if the same happened to you? The very centre of your world has been ripped out and thrown away, leaving you gaping at nothing but memories, golden memories that will tarnish with age, and will leave you struggling to remember even the simplest of details?
I feel as if I am being pounded into submission, my denial is wearing thin, I cannot envision another moment in this universe without him here, laughing at me, teaching me, growing with me, standing by my side. I cry openly when I think of him now, but I am ashamed to confess that the only emotion I felt at his funeral was anger. Deep black anger coursing through every single strand of my body, threatening to engulf the entire injustice of life. Every now and then I shout at him, in my dreams, in my memories, in my thoughts, and he, he of whom I write mocks me from afar, reminding me of mortality and other thoughts which I’d rather not think of, let alone face. He understands my despair, yet does nothing about it. He recognizes my loss, but does not return to contain it. He empathizes with my anger, but cannot and will not prevent it from boiling over.
Even as I write, I am shaking. Quivering. Trembling. Fear, anxiety and more and more anger rush through me. I am literally pounding the keys. They squeal at their unliquidated agony. There is an expectancy hovering over me. I want him to read this and understand my feelings.
Oh I do, he says, deep inside I hear him laugh his mocking laugh. But I do understand you, brother, he says. That same old lilting laugh, the cocky look and that all too smug expression of his. He knew, he knew ho much this loss would affect me. How deep my scars lay and how sadly, I would carry this burden of grief.
Grief. The Kubler Ross model of grief may be flawed, but it is all that remains that describes how I feel. I goes like this -
I have begun to accept, but how can I accept that which I have not yet recognized? That which I steadfastly ignore, refuse to acknowledge, that which I despise? I do not want to know of his passing, I can pretend that he remains as yet, I can believe in my imagination that there will be a day when he will back, just as Jehovah once rose from the dead. I can, and I wan’t to, but my cruel brain reminds me of the falsehood of my statements. My lies stand in stark contrast to all that I ever believed in, he cannot exist, he never will, logic has defined me, rationality has created me, I do not believe in god or in miracles, I would be the last person on Earth to believe in Judgement day or 2012 or whatever it may be.
But. But. If for just one moment I could throw off these shackles of thought and not be constrained by myself, I would dream. Glorious dreams in which we are united once more. That is all I have left. Dreams. Memories. Little flashes of wonder-light in my mind where we are together again. Memories, Golden, fuzzy memories. I am forgetting him already and that is unacceptable. I have to resort to looking at old pictures of him to remind me of who he was. The angular nose, the bushy eyebrows, the broad chin, the Che Guevara-esque beard.
NALSAR, the place where he breathed his last, will be the only temple I will ever visit. The Gods are flawed, so might my logic, but one flawless memory will forever live on in those hallowed halls of learning. RIP Mahesh Gopan.
Posted by: Anandu on: September 14, 2011
We are undeniably heading towards the dawn of technology, and quite so, the meteoric domination that tech has imposed on our lives has had lots and lots of good effects it.
We never forget birthdays due to the nagging Facebook App on iPhones and other smartphones ; We never miss appointments to alarm bells, vibrations, pointy bright-ish notifications and even more nagging reminders ; heck we even feel compelled to shout out what sort of weird games we play/bad places we go/horrible songs we listen to simply because of downright pointless and painfully stupid apps such as Foursquare, TuneWiki and the stupidest phone evar HTC SALSA which unbelievably has a tiny annoying ugly Facebook button at the bottom.
Why?
Why do you need to feel compelled enough to wish that random somebody who you added as a friend on Facebook just because he looked like your Momma’s cousin twice removed and had a funny moustache? Why? That my friends, is the definition of pointless.
This brings me to my topic. Why do we need to pay more and more and more to use stupid pointless apps such as FriendCaster Pro for Facebook when it :
(a) Crashes all the while
(b) is ugly
(c) refer (a) and (b)
Why?
Apps aren’t even the tip of the iceberg. Take laptops, specifically, ones from the splendid stable that is Apple. The MacBook Pro 17” costs a whooping 1.36 lacs + tax in India. That is more than what a Yamaha R15 costs. Or even a Tata Nano. Heck I can get a studio apartment somewhere for that money.
And for that price, we get 2 USB ports, a big screen, lots of aluminium, a fancy gimmicky gobsmackingly clever OS, No Flash, and a Thunderbolt I/O port which isn’t compatible with anything that exists. Or probably will anytime soon.
Don’t get me wrong though, it is still a very very fast, and powerful laptop and will probably last longer than your toe-nails. But it is very heavy and it’s hardly what you’d call “portable”. With OSX Lion, most older apps such as PowerPoint, Word etc won’t work on it either.
I paid something less than 30k for my Packard Bell and other than the fact that most keys stopped working after a year, it was fantastic. More ports, same size, lot cheaper, same specs and makes you look like less of a douchebag if you carry one around.
So basically you’ll end up paying almost 2 lacs for something that has less connectivity than a TV. For that price, I’d gladly take the house, or R15, or maybe even buy some cows.
And Cars are catching the trend as well. Take Porsche, the masters of less for more. The Cayman lineup in India now includes the Porsche Cayman R, which at 36 lacs costs 600k more than the standard Cayman, and still ends up with less material inside.
Basically if you pay Porsche 6 more lacs, they will gladly get rid of the air conditioning, the stereo system, and replace the door handles with cloth pulls. Now I’m sorry but that’s a bit like buying a cow and paying the seller another 10k to cut 3 of its legs off. What good is that going to do?
Smartphones happily are bucking this trend. More money = More stuff works here, exceptat HTC where more money = more time spent repairing the damn thing.
At the same time though, the ubercool status that a Mac or a Porsche Cayman R (which incidentally is available only in a lurid, sticky green) cannot be ignored. But think about it, is it worth it?
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