- I am sure that is the way many managers talk about it. An artificial pressure and rush. Brinkmanship by players and agents to extract more money, and no time to get the strategy right.
Does it really help as intended? I doubt it, it’s just created different problems.
I’d abolish it.
Seems I was right to be worried about Arsene Wenger. He does look like a man up against it. It’s a tough road when it looks like your failing whilst running one of the best teams in the country. It looks like your failing even though you built it.
I think maybe a bit more positive thinking is needed. But, that won’t come from the press!!
So, you are in front of goal, just the goalkeeper to beat. What increases your chances of scoring?
Just taking the shot, that’s all. Top attacking players are capable of scoring from any angle. So why do they miss?
They think about it, that’s all it takes to go wrong. When you are confident, you just shoot, and you’ll score. When you have on your mind you may not, you think about it, and that’s moment’s hesitation in a fast moving game like football is all it takes, for the opportunity, and your readiness, to pass…
The man is hugely talented as a footballer, yes, but he is also a great leader of men, albeit now on the football pitch. What really sets him apart in my mind is his open sense of humanity. He displays passion and dedication but also cares about his children and is prepared to change his life for that.
If he doesn’t end up in some leadership role in business, football, or politics after football, I will be surprised.
Would it make football better if the rich clubs did not have so much control? They can buy the best players and collect the ingredients of a great team, just through the money they have. This could be changed, easily by the governing bodies. It could be evened out with a draft like system.
But, do we like the concentration of talent in top clubs, so we get displays like Barcelona against Manchester United? Do we want the talent spread around? Top players get the best out of themselves when they are challenged by equal talent around them.
It was just over a week ago, I had my ticket for the match. I had traveled in total nearly 13,000 miles in getting there. So I was in the stadium at Old Trafford. I was cold, I had been living in a place as warm as Spain, and it was a cold Manchester day. I went to the counter for food and drink. I asked for a black coffee. “We don’t sell black coffee” the man said. (I am allergic to milk so I have to have black). But, there was another seller on the other side. They also had an automatic coffee machine. “Black coffee please” I said.
“We don’t sell black coffee” he replied flatly.
“But there is a button on your machine there saying ‘Black coffee’ ” I said.
“We don’t sell black coffee” he stated firmly.
There was nowhere else to buy. I was cold, and there were no options but water. My nephew was laughing by this time – “You’re back in England now!” he said, very amused.
I stood for a while feeling fed up at feeling so cold. I was acclimatised to warmth and I didn’t fancy a couple of hours on the terraces feeling that cold. I noticed a couple of Old Trafford stewards standing nearby. “I can’t get a black coffee here, they don’t sell it here, right?”
“What?” one of them said. “I tried all the places”. So in disbelief they went and checked. They came back. “You’re right!” they said. Then one of them said- “I’ll get you one from the Stevenage side, you can’t go through but I’ll get one.”
Good service after all I thought. My nephew is dying at this point with laughter at this all.
A few minutes later the steward came back. “Right give me the 2 pounds and I’ll get it for you”. So I gave him the 2 pounds. I was going to get my elusive coffee.
5 minutes or so he came back again. He held the 2 pounds out to me. “They don’t do it!” he said. He looked beaten.
So I froze for the whole match, nothing to warm up with at half time. I was near hypothermic and shivering.
THEY DON’T SELL BLACK COFFEE AT OLD TRAFFORD.
(It’s not that weird a drink!)
(My nephew is still laughing about this)
There were a few things about the trip that I will write about later, but what I cannot say, is that we won. We lost, with honour, Stevenage are promoted instead of Torquay. Second half we had a real go for it, but the ball would not hit the net.
So now, I am experiencing the disappointment that is all part, sometimes, of being a football fan.
Somewhere over the volcano
I will fly
There’s a win that I’ve heard of
Torquay to League 2, bye bye
(To the tune of “Somewhere over the rainbow”)
I booked a flight to Manchester Saturday morning. I have a ticket for the play off final of Torquay United against Stevenage. All set for the journey and now there is a volcano! If it was Wembley I could have got their another way from Brussels! But other less important teams have got Wembley so I need to fly.
Now I am sweating on the volcanic ash fading away and no disruption on Saturday. Literally the last live match of Torquay I saw was when they got knocked out of the league at Torquay, so this is one hell of a contrast and could be promotion. I need to get to this, no time for volcanoes!
The last time I saw Torquay United play live, it was the match that knocked them out of the league. The question is, is the next match that I have seen of them since then, going to be them winning promotion at Old Trafford?