Showing posts with label Sir Alex Ferguson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sir Alex Ferguson. Show all posts

Wednesday, 27 May 2009

Ferguson gets it wrong

Tonight Alex Ferguson could have become the greatest manager of all time. Instead, he has been left more red-faced than usual.

He bottled it. His Manchester United are the only side in the world capable of matching Barcelona's attacking prowess and fluid football, yet Fergie omits the players that enables them to do so.

He left Berbatov out of his starting line-up in favour of a central Cristiano Ronaldo and a defensive Park that will spend the entire game tracking back. He also left Paul Scholes out of his starting line-up in favour of makeshift central midfielder Ryan Giggs.

Starting with Berbatov in the central striking role with Rooney and Ronaldo out on the flanks allows the front three to switch positions fluidly with a constant danger in all three areas of attack, and causes panic in the opposition defence - with them not knowing where or who their man is on the pitch.

Starting Park on the right, with the idea for the two wide attackers to track back throughout the game, shackles Rooney.

He is a threat on the left, but only provided he has the freedom to interchange positionally with the other front two.

I understand his rigid deployment on the left for an away game in a two-legged tie, but this is the pinnacle showpiece of club football - a game he should be free to display his brilliance.

I have nothing against Park, he is a good player and effective against lesser sides, but this is one of the best Barcelona teams of all-time (securing the treble of league, domestic cup, and European cup for the first time in their illustrious history).

The decision to leave Scholes on the bench baffled me.

In order for United to match Barcelona they needed a player in the centre to pass through their midfield as Barca did to them, and Scholes is the obvious choice. He plays quick one-touch passes until he sees an opening to supply a killer ball.

Giggs is not a central midfield player despite what people may think - not in the way that Scholes is - and was too often missing, not imposing himself in the center of the pitch .

Pep Guardiola, the young pretender in his first season of management, selected his strongest attacking side and played to win regardless (to some extent) of tactics. His, and historically Barcelona's, philosophy is to play beautiful football without fear; and that is the reason Barcelona are a footballing institution loved by so many.

Prior to the game I wanted Barca to win, but I wanted to see the two best teams in the world playing in the fearless attacking manner that has made them both champions.

Instead, only one showed courage and conviction...and they are now the champions of Europe.

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Saturday, 16 May 2009

Champions of England. Champions of Europe?

Hats off. A superlative title defence - if not achieved in superlative fashion.

United (with the odd exception) have done just enough throughout this season. A total of nine 1-0 wins, and a further six victories by a one goal margin. They have played far from their peak many times, but have still proved victorious at the final whistle - a feat their closest challengers (and rivals) Liverpool failed to achieve, ultimately, on too many occasions.

In the games Manchester United have played at their optimum, they have done so with great fluidity throughout the side. From the able centre-backs swapping passes with superior competency; Scholes' and Carrick's (or Fletcher, Anderson and Giggs for that matter!) interchanges - in both position and passing patterns; to a lethal frontline that have gelled utilising their individual brilliance.

It is still in the balance as to whether Carlos Tevez, part of that frontline, will remain at Old Trafford next season - although his apparent 'goodbye' waves & kisses to the crowd when substituted in today's 0-0 draw with Arsenal (crowning United champions) make his departure almost certain.

I would be overjoyed to witness Tevez playing (busting a gut!) in the red shirt of Merseyside next season. He would make an awesome addition to the squad for next season's follow up title challenge; and a cert to start on many more occasions than he has been allowed under Ferguson.

At the end of today's game against Arsenal, although gutting to see United celebrating the title win, it was also strangely satisfying witnessing the relief on the faces of their players, knowing it was my team that has pushed them all the way (all except the final fixture) this season - something I haven't seen since the inception of the Premier League.

Perhaps it could have been different. Had Gerrard & Torres started together more than twelve times it surely would have been. I do not say this with green-eyes at United's triumph - they are worthy winners - I say it because, unlike Sir Alex Ferguson, Rafa Benitez does not have another world-class player to call upon in the circumstances when one of them (if not both) are deemed unavailable - a fact that needs changing in close-season.

Despite my disappointment following Liverpool's exit from the Champions League, I am pleased that the World's elite club competition is to be fought out by two sides posing the best attacking frontlines in World football - and possibly in World football history.

Manchester United's opponents in the final, FC Barcelona, should have their domestic title sewn up this weekend, only requiring a draw as United did today, and will have managed to claim the title in a manner that Ferguson and his players will be envious of.

That said, it is very much in the balance which colour ribbons will be draped from the illustrious trophy when it is held aloft on May 27. If the colours are red, white and black, United will become the first team to successfully defend the trophy - placing the side into the history books.

I, for one, do not want to hear another season of "Champions of England...Champions of Europe" being repetitively chanted throughout almost each of the 90 minutes United are in action. It is monotonous and unimaginative.

It would, however, be one hell of an achievement.

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