5 successful managers Liverpool's board would have sacked

Rodgers - deserving of more time?

Although Brendan Rodgers' 166 games (equating to three-and-a-bit years) of employment for Liverpool Football Club represents eons in modern footballing terms, there are many who believe the board have acted with disappointingly clichéd haste. While it can be argued that the demand for results is correlated to the amount of money currently being pumped into the game, one can't shake off the romanticism of a try-hard who struggles and toils before getting it right. With Rodgers robbed of such an opportunity, here are five managers who would have succumb to his fate in a similar time period had Fenway Sports been assessing their position... 

 

Alex Ferguson (Manchester United 1986-2013)

Mandatory Fergie mention whenever a manager is sacked.

OK, let's get the obvious one out of the way. Everybody is sick to death of seeing Fergie wheeled out every time a chairman makes a knee-jerk decision, but the timing of Rodgers sacking when compared to Ferguson is notably apt. Three-and-a-bit years in was slap-bang in the middle of Ferguson's darkest period as Manchester United manager. 

The club had just spent a good chunk of money on reinforcements, including the additions of Paul Ince, Gary Pallister and Mike Phelan (Whose fees don't quite reach the heights of £20million Dejan Lovren and the like...), and the results were extremely poor. United ended 1989 on the brink of the relegation zone, having suffered a humiliating 5-1 defeat to Manchester City in the process.

The rest, as they say, is history. The board kept faith with the scarlet-faced Scot, ignoring the grumblings of supporters, and Ferguson went on to become the most decorated manager in English football history. Yes, this is a worn-out example akin to losing an argument by Godwin's Law, but it builds an undeniably strong starting point for the defence case.

Dario Gradi (Crewe Alexandra 1983-2007)

Gradi - greatness without the glitz.

Dario Gradi's achievements may not be quite as sparkling at Sir Alex Ferguson's, but his legacy at Crewe Alexandra is just as huge. Gradi began his Crewe tenure as the club was teetering on Football League oblivion, with The Railwaymen having applied for re-election on more than one occasion. Gradi was able to haul the club from the very bottom of the Fourth Division, but the improvement was only marginal. Five years after his appointment, Crewe could still only manage 17th in the bottom tier.

Although one might argue that there is less pressure on a manager in the lower divisions, this is completely countered by the catastrophic effect of a club losing its place in the football league. The board had strong faith in Gradi, and the long-term rewards were huge. He led the team to multiple promotions, capping off with the club's highest ever finish of 14th in the second tier (2001). The Gradi era ensured Crewe Alexandra's status as a Football League mainstay. The story would have been very different without him.

Louis van Gaal (Ajax 1991-1997)

Ajax had an incredible period under van Gaal's management.

Had the knives been sharp enough, Louis van Gaal's excellent reign at Ajax may have been sliced to death before it hit full speed. Though van Gaal would go on to win three Eredivise titles, including an unbeaten season, success wasn't instant. The future Dutch national manager could only manage 2nd place in his first season, and Ajax fell to third the following year. Though this seems a world away from Liverpool's inability to challenge for the title, it's important to consider the context of Ajax's perpetual domination of the Dutch leagues (along with PSV and, to a lesser extent in this era, Feyenoord) and the resultant expectation to deliver. 

Perhaps the modern-day reaction to a slight decline in league performance would have been to find a new man, especially considering van Gaal was promoted from the assistant manager's position in the first place and therefore lacked the pedigree of a bigger name. However, it would be unfair for me to neglect mentioning the 1992 UEFA Cup win, which preceded van Gaal going one step further and winning the Champions League a few years later. So perhaps this would go down as a case in which the seeds of success were sewn, in contrast to the trophyless Rodgers.

Thomas Schaaf (Werder Bremen 1999-2013)

Schaaf worked wonders for Werder.

It was inevitable that Thomas Schaaf would end up managing Werder Bremen given his 17 years of service to the club as a player. When he was appointed in 1999, Werder Bremen were sliding uncomfortably towards relegation, so there is certainly an argument to say that Schaaf wouldn't necessarily have got the chop. His initial influence was to stabilise the club for the first few seasons, keeping them in-and-around mid-table. 

With consecutive finishes of 9th, 7th, 6th and 6th, it's unlikely that a reasonable board would have seen this as an issue that needed resolving. But perhaps if a manager with the prestige of Jurgen Klopp started making noises about finding a new club, a "business-minded" chairman would have taken the brave decision of cutting out a club-favourite for 'guaranteed success'.

As it was, Schaaf continued to enjoy his reign for many years, peaking with a league and cup double in 2004 - the first in the club's history.

Jurgen Klopp (Mainz 05 2001-2008)

Liverpool's next manager isn't a direct ticket to success...

Ah, the sucker punch! Although I must admit, in stretching this to cover the surface area of the argument, I am leaving quite enormous holes that I'm sure astute readers will be quick to point out. Jurgen Klopp's managerial career began at Mainz 05, with the club ambitious to secure promotion to the Bundesliga. After Klopp's second attempt fell just short, perhaps a panicky board would have looked elsewhere (although this would have been extremely harsh, even by modern standards).

Klopp led Mainz to 3rd place in 2004, snatching promotion and beginning the club's short stay in the top flight. He managed to keep Mainz in a comfortable mid-table hover for two seasons, before a disastrous 2007 plunged the club into relegation. Did Mainz sack him then? Not a chance, and if anything Klopp would enjoy the equivalent of a personal promotion by taking the Dortmund job in 2008.

So this is a bit of a clunky example, but how many managers have seen their club decline in such a way, only to be offered a massive position a year later? Let's hope Fenway Sports are aware that Klopp's record isn't entirely blotless, and that - whisper it - it might take a year or two before any strides towards progress are made...

Beleaguered Cup

Liverpool's triumph was an important step - but still exposed the huge flaws in Kenny Dalglish's side.

Despite the recent barren years for Liverpool Football Club, watching the side win a cup last night felt as natural as seeing the District Line closed on a weekend. There's still that great beauty residing in those famous red shirts being just below the alofted trophy. Whether you support Liverpool or not, you can never deny the romanticism of that club, and what it represents.

Sycophantic rambling aside, yesterday's victory was much more of an upheaval than I'm sure Kenny Dalglish would have wanted. Though they dominated the majority of the game and created a huge amount of chances, momentary lapses in concentration and a lack of teeth up front put Liverpool in a situation where the League Cup could have so easily slipped out of their fingers.

The success does represent a certain amount of progress under Dalglish's reign, but the struggles are a sign that Liverpool have a very long road ahead of them before they can re-establish their position as title contenders. After all, you would not have expected the same toil and tribulations had Liverpool's place in last night's final been taken by Manchester United or Chelsea. The Reds still lack the conviction that makes a great side into one of the nation's elite, and we've seen this throughout the season with their incessant tendency to draw at home.

Though Liverpool have certainly made steps forward since the disastrous appointment of Roy Hodgson in 2010, the vast amounts of money they have spent since then may be giving them a future platform that isn't working to the greatest effects it could. Some of the younger talent, such as Jordan Henderson and Andy Carroll, have not fulfilled the potential they have as quickly as one might have hoped. Last night neither of them performed particularly well (against a Championship side, no less), and consequently it was up to the older figureheads in the likes of Dirk Kuyt to inspire the resurgence.

In recent years, the likes of Dirk Kuyt have been weeded out of the squad one-by-one, and Liverpool will soon need to look to the younger talent to find match-winners and the cutting edge up front. Luis Suarez, though admittedly a great talent, doesn't have the finishing necessary to spearhead the attack. Meanwhile, Andy Carroll has become a bit of an enigma following his fairly poor season, with regularly ineffective performances peppering the Liverpool supporters' minds with questions about his future at the club. Neither of these figures would seem to be the next 'Michael Owen', 'Robbie Fowler' or even 'Fernando Torres' figure.

To further add to Liverpool's woes, the strength they have down the flanks is left severely wanting. Often Dalglish is left reverting to Bellamy and Kuyt in order to create chances from the wings, with Stewart Downing suffering a difficult first season in the Liverpool red. Much of this problem can be attributed to a simple lack of depth in this position, but Downing's lack of end product will again be a worrying sign that Liverpool may have put a lot of money into a future that isn't going to produce results.

Given Liverpool's seemingly good finances these are problems that can easily be sorted. However, with the opportunity to make such large steps in the summer having spent so heavily, it is somewhat disappointing that even a relatively simple Carling Cup run was made so difficult by a lack of conviction in the team. Kenny Dalglish will have to learn from his mistakes in the last transfer window and take the opportunity of European football next year to entice the talent necessary to lift Liverpool Football Club back into the title race. We all want to see it - It's only natural.

Luising His Head

It's not just a controversy. It's a storm. A whirlwind of terror and rage building up with the two instigators in the middle, infrequently bashing against each other in a spinning cataclysm that sends shockwaves throughout an entranced world. Yesterday a volcano erupted dead in the centre, with a botched handshake, a tunnel spat and an over-zealous celebration just a handful of the outrageous incidents.

It's a real mess of blame and shifted responsibility. It needs somebody reasonable to stretch out the situation like a wet towel, and point out exactly where each of the stains are and who's fault they were. What? Oh, did you just mutter "You should do it then". Well, that's extremely kind of you. I didn't expect that. Well alright then, I'll give it a shot if you really think I can.

Actually, I don't need to. Alan Green did a perfect job of diffusing the situation of 606 earlier, by consistently pressing forward the notion that Suarez had no obligation to shake Evra's hand whilst feigning condemnation of the very same act. He also started claiming that Suarez couldn't be a racist, because he shook the hands of a few other black people, which is akin to saying that Nick Griffin isn't racist because he ate curry once. People rightly came in to criticise Green, and as he began to backtrack on his comments, everyone became so confused about what his point was that I think they actually broke him. At the end he started saying "Oh, it's been a long day at work". It was utterly bizarre radio.

But either way, I don't think the incident is that hard to judge when you look at it. Let's put aside, for one moment, the original incident of racial abuse and whether or not Suarez's alleged comments did actually happen. Ignore that point for one second. Suarez really should have looked at how this whole incident has affected his reputation and the way he is perceived. Regardless of the incessant details of the incident a few months ago, Suarez must have been aware that a failure to shake Evra's hand was going to look tremendously petulant. It was really idiotic. Of course, Suarez has the right not to shake Evra's hand, but if he doesn't then not only is he an idiot, but he opens himself to any racially-charged perceptions people may see in his refusal. Just because you have the right to do something doesn't mean you want be correctly condemned if you do it.

Now this whole incident has led to people questioning the validity of the handshake at the beginning of the football match. I still think it's an important facet of a football game. It's good to have a showing of respect towards your opponent before the game, and it encourages gentlemanly conduct. People may renege on the handshake in severe cases but this is not something that incites a feud, it merely confirms it. Some have suggested that a handshake should take place at the end of the game, but I can't see that becoming a formal part of routine, and I believe this would be even more of a problem on occasions where things got heated on the pitch.

So Suarez not shaking Evra's hand was stupid. Really stupid. And all those people posting images and videos trying to prove Evra was actually the one who rejected the handshake are truly laughable. It's like a mini-faction of conspiracy theorists have infiltrated football, showing highly deceptive images and pointing out minute details whilst ignoring the bigger picture. I'm surprised they're not calling it an inside job, to be honest. Let's be fair though, Evra does seem to be a little hesitant about the handshake, but can you blame him? Suarez supposedly racially abused Evra, it's not as if Patrice is going to give him the firmest of handshakes. Either way, he was not the one who didn't offer his hand.

After a slow half of football came a little bit more anger from Suarez. Clearly riled up about something (I'm not exactly sure what considering it was him who decided not to participate in the handshake - seriously, what was he expecting?) he reacted very badly to a perfectly fair Rio Ferdinand tackle, and violently kicked the ball away in fury as the half-time whistle was blown. Little is known of what followed, but police and stewards were forced to break up a brewing rage in the tunnel. I'm going to go on a whim and say that Suarez and Evra were maybe involved in that, but the post-match comments don't seem to allude to what really happened there, so it's difficult to say. For all we know, it could have been Carroll and Berbatov having a lazy fight where they just exasperatedly pushed each other a bit before going off for a nap...

Thankfully, a football match pushed it's way out of the mud and took a deep breath of the cold wintry air, allowing itself to manifest as a 2-1 victory to Manchester United. It was a worthy result that meant a lot to the United team, but Evra's post-match antics were undoubtedly uncalled for. Though I wouldn't say the incident was of the severity of Suarez's (and almost certainly was instigated by the Uruguayan anyway), clearly Evra's only achievement was to antagonise the situation even further, which was rather reckless of him.

So that was the on-field action and it's tempting to say that had the managers both condemned their players' acts of foolishness and said little more on the incident, a significant amount less would have been made out of the nasty debacle. I use the word 'tempting' because that's almost certainly not true, but it's a nice thought anyway. Instead, Kenny Dalglish and Alex Ferguson both made controversial statements, although it's no doubt who's interview came across worse. King Kenny's interview seemed to be going smoothly enough, but when questioned about the handshake incident, Dalglish denied that he was aware that it happened (which I struggle to believe) and consequently got furious at Geoff Shreeves for blaming Suarez for anything, mumbling something about the fans and then ending the interview.

Alex Ferguson's comments were a little inflammatory as well. He suggested that Liverpool should sell Suarez in what was otherwise a fairly reasonable interview. It was a rash comment maybe, but nothing more than that. I know it seems like I'm condemning Liverpool a lot harder at the moment, but the truth is when you compare these things objectively, there's really little argument to be had. Whilst Ferguson was calm and addressed all the incidents, Dalglish became incandescent as soon as Suarez was in any way condemned. There's little way to justify it in any other light.

However, today's apologies have been more than welcomed. Suarez has issued a statement admitting he 'got things wrong', and Dalglish accepted that he had not 'conducted himself in a way befitting of a Liverpool manager. These apologies, whether they are sincere or not, should be embraced by all fans, especially Liverpool supporters. Yesterday's incidents were an unfortunate mix of anger and bitterness that just happened to rear their ugly heads. They were mistakes, and it's good to see that both Suarez and Dalglish are willing to put their hands up to them. United also released a statement that looked to put a chunky bucket of water over the fire, meaning both clubs are happy to move away from the trouble.

So should Ferguson and Evra apologise? I don't think Ferguson should. Perhaps it would be good form If Evra admitted his celebrations were over-zealous, but I'm not sure it's necessary now. Either way, we have to move on from this tremendous farce. Not only does it not paint a good image of English football, but when other black players see the ridiculous furore that has happened thanks to racial abuse being reported, it will only serve to discourage them from alerting people to when they are racially abused themselves. If this sort of thing is allowed to drag so far in the future, complaining about racial abuse will just be seen as a hassle, followed by a long, unhappy grudge.

Furthermore, the faction of Liverpool supporters that are still showing ardent defence for Suarez need to start considering that their heroes may not just be honorable victims. Whilst the merits of an independent report can be disputed (if you're into that sort of thing), what happened yesterday was plain to see. I'm amazed that some people seem capable of upholding this victimisation view though - really, it's akin to spinning a helicopter in a beach hut, but the best step would be to understand that this was an unpleasant incident that doesn't need to be stretched on any further, and move on.

I haven't helped by talking about it again though.

5 Pompey FA Cup Memories (and one to forget)...

To celebrate the third round of the FA Cup, I thought I'd pay tribute to my five most memorable FA Cup moments as a Pompey fan. It's fair to say that Portsmouth have had a chunky wedge of fortune in the tournament over the past few years, but there's been more to the great cup memories than the two mazy runs to Wembley. As ever, I must stress that I am a snapper of whipper levels, so these memories will be recent. Consequently, there's no Liverpool semi-final from 1992 unfortunately. Still, let's have a look...

5. Portsmouth 0-1 Chelsea 15/5/2010

What better way to end a beautiful and tragic era in a club's history than with a trip to the most famous ground in England, to compete in the final of the oldest club competition in the world? It was a truly joyous day for Portsmouth fans regardless of the result, as the fixture itself was a symbol of the team's fighting spirit both on and off the pitch.


That said, there were fears of a heavily embarrassing defeat for Portsmouth. Chelsea had just come off the back of a 7-0 victory against Wigan, sealing their title in which they scored over 100 league goals. It seemed as though Pompey would be lucky to get out of this game without having conceded double figures.

But the battle through adversity continued and Portsmouth held theirselves firm in the face of relentless attack. Chelsea hit the woodwork a mind-blowing 5 times in the first half. David James' goal was leading the charmed life of a leprechaun's garden, and each defender had put in a career's worth of last ditch tackles. Namely, Aaron Mokoena spent the whole of the first half throwing himself around the area like a fish in order the block the many, many Chelsea attempts.

In the second half Pompey stumbled upon their cruel ray of hope. Aruna Dindane was felled in the area and a penalty was awarded. Kevin Prince Boateng, who had been one of the standout performers in a grim year, stepped up. He could only manage a nervy, tame effort and it was pushed away by Petr Cech. Chelsea then predictably went on to take the lead with a Drogba free-kick, before missing a late penalty through Frank Lampard.

It was a highly entertaining game and despite the result, the Portsmouth fans waved their flags and cheered in jubilation. It wasn't to be our cup, but it was to be our day.



4. Portsmouth 1-5 Arsenal 6/3/2004

This would seem an odd choice, but I think it celebrates a lot of what is great about Portsmouth Football Club. Back then, the days were carefree. We were flying high in the Premier League for the first time in over a decade, Harry Redknapp looked at home in the club's hotseat, Milan Mandaric was loved, the team was entertaining, the stands were full. Everything was great for Pompey, and this was made gleefully apparently when the fans were undeterred by a rampant Arsenal side.


The Gunners that evening were the best they've ever been. The passing was intricate, clever and beautiful, and the goals did flow. The creme de la creme de la creme simply had to be Thierry Henry. Breathtaking throughout, he came away with a brace during a truly stunning performance. All this simply left Portsmouth fans in a state of awe. They began to sing "can we play you every week?" and gave Thierry Henry and Patrick Vieira standing ovations when they were substituted.

It was this phenomenal response that made the game so great. The atmosphere at Fratton Park that evening was beyond anything I've ever seen. At 5-0 down, the Pompey supporters continued to sing songs such as "We're gonna win 6-5", "Linvoy for England", and "Let's all have a disco". It was the most celebrated drubbing of a home team by the home fans in living memory. When Teddy Sheringham finally broke the Arsenal defence with a consolation goal, the cheers were enormous, as if Portsmouth had just scored a winner.

At the end of the night, everyone had praise for the Pompey fans. Thierry Henry donned a Pompey shirt before returning down the tunnel, and both managers could scarcely believe what had occurred. It was, without doubt, the best 5-1 defeat we've ever suffered.

3. Portsmouth 1-0 Liverpool 22/2/2004

Finally, a victory! This was not only a triumph over a very famous team, but a triumph over one of the most inept refereeing performances of all time. Having come back from 1-0 down at Anfield to force a replay, Fratton Park witnessed a game in which almost everything was weighted against Portsmouth.


The first half was a fairly even contest, with a few classy touches from Steven Gerrard providing Liverpool with some good opportunities. Emile Heskey and Bruno Cheyrou forced some good stops from Shaka Hislop. The Trinidadian 'keeper also had to make a strong save when Gerrard thundered a free-kick on goal.

It was the second half in which the controversy began. Referee Mike Messias made the bizarre decision to pull play back as Milan Baros was about to shoot, awarding Liverpool a free-kick. The kick was whipped in and Baros handled the ball in the area, but Messias awarded a penalty to Liverpool, as he had adjudged Linvoy Primus to have handled the ball.

After a few minutes of furious protests from the Pompey players, Messias finally agreed to talk to his linesman. The linesman told him he was an idiot, and the decision was reversed. Liverpool fans were not to worry though, as a stunning tackle from Matty Taylor dispossessed Milan Baros in the penalty area and the referee decided, once again, to award Liverpool a penalty.

Cue more furious protests, but this time the linesman left the referee to his own mistake and the decision stood. Michael Owen took the spot-kick, but it was an awful attempt and Hislop comfortably saved it. A few minutes later, Richard Hughes squeezed a daisy-cutter past Chris Kirkland to give Portsmouth the crucial goal. Despite what seemed like an extra game's worth of injury time, Pompey held on to a thoroughly deserved victory.


2. Portsmouth 1-0 Cardiff 17/5/2008

Well, yeah. I mean, you can't have the best FA Cup memories without the moment we actually won the bloody thing. I don't really even have to sum it up to be honest, it's obvious how meaningful, exciting and amazing this day was, and if you need a clue, just check out the celebrations on Southsea Common the following day (Spoiler Alert: Literally everyone was there).


Harry Redknapp's short-term affair with Lady Luck at Old Trafford aside, Portsmouth's FA Cup run in 2008 was devoid of many thrills. Not that this mattered, once the Premier League giants collapsed hilariously, the intimidating tag of 'favourites' suddenly fell on the shoulders of Portsmouth, and it became imperative that this famous old club didn't splurge the chance to grab a truly overdue trophy.

The semi-final win against West Brom was so nervy, nobody came home with any fingernails. The final continued in a similar vein, with neither side throwing their faith into the attack. Kanu had the best early chance, dancing his crazy dance around the Cardiff defence only for his lack of zimmerframe to impede him as he tumbled away, clipping the ball onto the post as he fell.

Not long afterwards though, John Utaka drilled a ball into the area and hapless throw-in phobic Fin Peter Enckelman parried it onto the toes of Kanu, who flicked it into the empty net. There was restrained euphoria, and the Pompey fans breathed a little. Cardiff had some decent chances in the second half, but the game never ignited. Portsmouth came home with the FA Cup, and once the final whistle had gone, relief turned into unrestricted joy.

It was the peak of a great side that would go on to die through financial troubles. Never before had Pompey fans seen a team like that of 2008, and probably never again will we see such an assemblance of quality. The great thing, though, is that unlike a lot of teams who have come and gone without upsetting the elite, Portsmouth made their brief spell at the top worthwhile with this single victory.


1. Portsmouth 2-0 Tottenham 11/4/2010

This is my all time favourite FA Cup memory. Growing up as a Pompey fan, my life coincided with the Premier League era perfectly. This game made everything come full circle. Despite the confirmation of the inevitable relegation the previous day, few Pompey games have been celebrated so vigorously as this one. The victory meant so much to every single Pompey fan that attended that day.


There was history to this game that added a context worth appreciating. The man who defined Portsmouth's time in the Premier League (whether we like it or not), Harry Redknapp, was now making a success of himself as Tottenham manager, having deserted the club for a second time the previous season. He had recruited players straight from Pompey, such as the now-maligned Jermain Defoe, Peter Crouch, Younes Kaboul and Niko Kranjcar. These were people who had benefitted from Pompey's high-times and escaped before they had to suffer the damp patch. They weren't necessarily hated, but I'm sure all Pompey fans wanted them to taste a little bit of bitterness before the team ended their time at the top.

With the squad running on empty, morale low and one of the only shining lights Jamie O'Hara ineligible for the game, hope was emptier than a psychic's promises. Portsmouth fans travelling up the A3 had come to a conclusion during the journey that they were there "for the occasion" and "the result didn't really matter". There was no doubt in our minds that defeat was not only likely, it was assured.

Cue the craziest, most committed rearguard action to have ever graced Wembley. Tottenham had a staggering 31 attempts on goal throughout the game, and not one of them could find the back of the Pompey net (except for a header from Peter Crouch, but this was ruled out for a dubious foul). Portsmouth limped to half-time at 0-0, and crawled to full-time with the score still goalless.

Still, nobody was getting carried away. "A brave performance" and "We've done well to go this far" echoed throughout the stands. The players came back on the pitch and action resumed. Fans continued to be stoically expectant of the Tottenham winner.

Then it was a single slip from Michael Dawson. Frederic Piquionne couldn't miss, and before we could even contemplate that there was another goal to be scored in on the pitch, Portsmouth were 1-0 up. The noise was deafening from the blue end of the ground. Nerves carried on wrangling though, as Tottenham now desperately started chasing an equaliser. The tension was more unbearable than a penalty shoot-out, and I remember saying to my Dad "Why couldn't we have lost this 4-0 like we were supposed to".

In the second period of extra-time, Aruna Dindane suddenly broke down the field. Palacios clumsily brought him down inside the penalty area, and the sweet sound of the referees whistle met our ears. We had a chance to seal the deal, and Boateng set the ball up against his former team-mate. He thumped it home with a confidence that wouldn't have been matched by anyone else in the stadium, and Portsmouth went on to record a famous victory.

It was a tremendous day. Not only was it an unexpected win. Not only were we in the FA Cup final. Not only had we defied all the odds, predictions and pundits. Not only had we put one past the likes of Jermain Defoe, Peter Crouch and the rest. Not only did it give us the opportunity to have a big day out at Wembley one last time before we sailed calmly into the Championship. Not only was it a testament to our continued survival from the clutches of financial abyss.

It was Harry Redknapp's little crushed face as well.

And a day to forget...


Portsmouth 1-4 Leyton Orient 5/1/2002



Ten years ago yesterday. I don't remember a lot about this game other than it was utterly depressing in every single way and Portsmouth were awful. We did go 1-0 early on through an own goal, but after that it was a laughably pathetic submission to a Division 3 team. Robert Prosinecki, possibly confused by Orient's Croatian-style Red and White shirts, barely hit a pass right all game, and there was hardly anyone left in the ground by the final whistle. It was one of the most miserable January evenings I can recall.

Best season ever?

Cor! 8-2! Blimey! 6-1! Wowzers! 5-3! Swizzle! 4-3!

Just some of the sounds you will have no doubt heard during this year’s Premier League season. And there’s no question such unrepressed emotion about the football so far is justified. Defences seem to have gone to sleep whilst attackers are running riot. The top teams are collapsing against one another leaving the title race gaping, whilst the bottom teams battle on in promise of a gutsy relegation fight.

This year was perfectly poised to be an absolute classic. Manchester United’s rather uninspiring summer signings looked like it would put them in difficult stead for the year. In contrast, their rivals Man City could boast a gamut of new recruits that gave them the potential to really tough it out with the big boys. Meanwhile, Chelsea would have to deal with another new manager, Arsenal seemed to be crumbling, Liverpool were resurgent. It was going to be amazing.

And by God, has it delivered, but perhaps not in the way we expected. United remained relatively firm up until their hammering at the hands of Man City. Their transfer deals looked to be working a treat with Jones holding firm in defence and Young adding a classy creative spark up front. Furthermore, youngsters such as Cleverley and Welbeck began to look the finished article, integrating themselves into the first eleven seamlessly.

However, the aforementioned thrashing by Manchester City has certainly rubber stamped a more-than-worthy challenge from United’s pesky rivals. City’s potential was really up in the air until that first whistle was blown – nobody knew if the team was truly going to hack it at the top following their FA Cup victory. Also, with so many fresh faces thrown into the side, it was not impossible for the team to become unbalanced.

Despite this, they have absolutely flourished in the league this year. The team looks strong in every department and certain players, such as David Silva and Edin Dzeko, ooze quality. Few would doubt the title credentials of City, who are having a season that speaks parallels with Chelsea first EPL title win in 2005. That said, if they are the best side in the league it’s not by a huge margin, and with this in mind it’s all setting up for an epic Battle of Manchester this year.

But what of Chelsea? The team who often threaten to dominate during the early stages of the year? With Andre Villas-Boas in charge it could be said, with due fairness, that this is a transitional season for Chelsea. A manager so young will need time to develop his own team and style, but this is not to say Chelsea are definitely out of the title race this year. So far they have played some impressive football, with Mata looking all the £24m that was paid for him. However, the defence looks jaded, as evidenced by the 5-3 thriller that saw Chelsea defeated. Furthermore, Torres still isn’t back to form and it looks like Drogba and Anelka are starting to wane.

The other contenders would normally be Arsenal; however they have been through a real crisis at the start of this season. An uninspiring start was followed by the stupendously tragic 8-2 defeat to Man United. Since then they have been inconsistent and haven’t looked at all like title challengers. Only Robin van Persie’s extraordinary form has kept heads above water in North London, and his influence has been enough to see the team win a few games and rise to 7^th. It’s perhaps not a complete disaster, but it’s certainly not encouraging for The Gunners.

And how about Liverpool, the team who spent big money to establish themselves as a successful team once more? It’s been on and off for them. Their form has been solidly Europa-League standard, but they are lacking the spark that will make them potential championship winners once more. Suarez has had a funny year, looking classy but not so effective. Gerrard has returned from his long injury, which is a big boost, but again it seems as if Liverpool’s season will be one of consolidation.

All this, combined with the excellent form of Tottenham and Newcastle, and the trials and tribulations of the promoted teams, balances the season in a spectacular way. I can’t remember a time where I’ve felt more excited about the possibilities of the year. We’re going to have an incredible title race, the chase for Europe will be superb, and the relegation fight will include unbearable tension. More to the point though, the games themselves have been excellent examples of interesting, attacking and incident-filled football.

No season have I ever, so often, come away from watching a game and remained on that high for days after. Long may that last.

Euro-Bore League

Europe's second string is subjected to the most deathly dull competition in football

I hate the Europa League.

Let me explain. Not so long ago the now re-named UEFA Cup was a two-legged-knockout 'anyone-can-play-anyone' type tournament, as I'm sure you'll remember. It wasn't too much of a challenge, and most any team could get a bit of luck and find themselves in the latter stages of the cup, with a genuine chance of silverware. It was exactly what a cup should be. Not a ruthless test of mettle, but a chance for a trophy to be won by a team who enjoy some form and good fortune.

Nowadays that isn't the case. Instead of two-legged knockout we have four qualifying rounds leading up to an interminably slow group stage that comprises of another six games. Then the knockout begins, where a team can find themselves battling through another five rounds before finishing the competition.

In case you weren't counting, that's a possible twenty-one games you'd have to face in order to win this competition. And we're not talking about the Champions League. No, this is the far-less prestigious Europa League. Is all the effort involved really worthwhile?

In a time where there are so many games during a season, and the physical fitness of players is more important then ever, it surely isn't fair that those teams who performed well enough in the previous season to taste the glories of Europe have to carry the burden of this extra competition, which is as drawn-out as half a league season. It bears no surprise that some managers are suspected of having intentionally got their team eliminated to concentrate on the league, and can you blame them?

It perhaps is ironic that I complain about the Europa League's group system. After all, were it not for the introduction of this stage, one of the all-time great encounters at Fratton Park would have never happened. Our 2-2 draw against AC Milan will go down in Pompey folklore, and maybe the group stages should be credited for making this sort of tie happen.

But those David and Goliath encounters aside, most games in the Europa League are beyond awful. The amount of drab 0-0's that the English clubs have been involved in this season is a testament to how disinterested the teams really are. Liverpool and Man City, this year's representatives, look like two teams still despondent about missing out on the Champions League this year, and their European encounters reflect their obvious lack of enthusiasm.

This may be unfair though, because while two teams with higher ambitions might not show much concern towards their Europa League journeys, for smaller teams the awe and excitement can take them to great heights. Fulham are the perfect example of this. The club have never really achieved much, so a trip into Europe was a historic and thrilling prospect, and they certainly made the most of it. They extraordinarily made their way through the toughest opposition imaginable to reach the final, narrowly losing to an impressive Atletico side.

These examples are extremely few and far between though. I can't see a story like Fulham's ever being repeated under this current format. Or at least, not without it having a massive detrimental effect on the club's league performance. It's a shame, because the sort of story we saw with Fulham is exactly what the Europa League should be like. We should see more hard-working smaller clubs who are going through the good times reach the latter stages of the tournament. However, when squads aren't used to such a fixture-laden season, it usually just becomes too much for them.

I still feel the tournament has life in it, although it needs to be radically overhauled. If UEFA took the following steps in the next reform of this competition, I think the interest and magic would flood back into it.

• Straight knockout. That's to say, the whole competition is knockout based and there are no group stages whatsoever.
• Single-legged games. I know home advantage plays a bigger part in Europe, but for me this would be part of the fun. It would give the smaller teams a better opportunity to knock out the big guns, make the fixtures more exciting, and reduce the number of games in the competition significantly.
• No seeding. Anyone should be able to play anyone. 
• No Champions League Drop-outs. I don't think it's fair that a team can fail at one competition and then be given a bye half-way into a much easier competition as a result. If you can't make it through the CL group stages, tough luck.

Nothing unreasonable in that list, is there? I mean, luck's influence takes a little increase, but if that makes it more entertaining, then what does it matter. It doesn't. So stop saying it does.