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Today’s Tales: Arsenal might just be sober enough to win the drunken stumble for 4th place in the Premier League

Forget the title race, it’s still over – the drunken stumble to 4th place is where the upper-end interest now lies in the Premier League.

Arsenal seem to be sobering up quickest – with 13 matches left to play, they are in the chair after their 3-2 win over Watford. They have one more point than Manchester United, who are very much into their run-in now with just ten Premier League rounds to go. West Ham, manfully keeping up drink for drink despite not having as much money in their wallet are three points back with ten to go too and Tottenham – well Tottenham are either pacing themselves for a final binge over their 13 remaining games or they are already under the table, completely done. I’m not quite sure.

At the Etihad, the inevitable outcome in the Manchester Derby was confirmed after about an hour – Riyad Mahrez scoring City’s third from a corner routine. There was briefly the chance of it being a decent battle – Jadon Sancho scoring a fine goal as he ploughs the lone furrow of the one player to be improved by Ralf Rangnick.

KDB got another derby double before Mahrez killed it completely in injury time – though by that point United had pretty much given up the ghost. Lindelof needed a ticket back into the ground after Foden turned him inside out in the build-up to De Bruyne’s second. Wan Bissaka saw all the credit he’d built up by not being in the side disappear with his 90 minutes here. Edinson Cavani had the right idea, ruling himself out injured before the game. We’ll probably find out whether Ronaldo was really injured or his blushes being spared once Rangnick gets the boot in the summer – nobody really thinks he’ll have enough juice in the orange to stay for the consultancy gig, surely?

City’s 4-1 win opened the gap back up to six points on Liverpool, who had got their customary win over David Moyes on Saturday.

Sadio Mane netted the only goal of the game where West Ham clearly had a plan to stop Mo Salah – which, in fairness, worked even without Declan Rice. The Hammers can feel a bit disappointed to have lost – they were very good and Micky Antonio was at his mischievous best. They’ll just hope that Jarrod Bowen’s injury isn’t season-ending and that King Klopp wasn’t tapping him up when he had a word as the striker limped off at Anfield.

The most effort expended on Merseyside was certainly by the crowd, though – a plane flew over the ground suggesting that the life of a cat is also important and the Kop reworked ‘attack, attack, attack’ to ‘a cat, a cat, a cat’ – I bet the meeting of minds coming up with that one was worth being at.

Burnley might have spent just a little too long patting themselves on the back having kept Chelsea out for the first 45 minutes – Tommy T’s men put three past Sean Dyche’s hard workers within the first ten of the second period before James Tarkowski created the clearest chance of the match for… Christian Pulisic – who made it four.

New manager, same result at Leeds United. Jesse Marsch is the man brought in to reunite a city in mourning after their iconic, mythical, crazy and, ultimately, not good enough for the Premier League, jefe Marcelo Bielsa was sacked last Monday.

The American, who by his own admission knows his accent goes against him thanks to Mr Lasso, managed to tighten up the Leeds backline whilst still seeing white shirts bomb forward – but, in the end, they still contrived to lose 1-0. His new side sit just two points off the drop zone but, as we were reminded at least 100 times before kick-off, are very, very fit.

One thing we can all agree on is that Arsenal just look weird in red shorts – but, poor colour combinations or not, they rallied to beat Roy Hodgson’s Watford 3-2 at Vicarage Road. Once again it was the young guns doing the damage – Odegaard, Saka and Martinelli all on the scoresheet and barely 60 years shared amongst them. Hodgson, with a smidgen over 60 years in the bank and some, admitted his side could not play much better than that – which will stand them in good stead in the Championship next season.

They will be down there with Norwich and that is for certain – the Canaries absolutely stank the house out against Brentford, for whom Christian Eriksen started and caused chaos by simply putting corners into the area. Not an area, just the penalty area.

Ivan Toney helped himself to a hat-trick, once again reminding us how prolific he is against second-tier opposition. He also showed off his penalty prowess, scoring two from the spot leading to Thomas Frank saying nobody is better in the world at them than his frontman. ‘Not Ronaldo, not Messi’ said Frank, stopping short at adding a certain Spanish goalkeeper to the list.

Wolves’ boss Bruno Lage was not a happy chap after his side went down 2-0 to Crystal Palace. Lage called out having too many ‘kids’ in his side – seemingly forgetting he is the man picking the team. These urchins “are not prepared as they should prepare” and Lage “won’t waste time on players who do not prepare”. None of that seems to explain why Raul Jiminez continues to be on the bench, given his age and his hard work to get fit again. But hey, managers. They need their excuses.

Had you suggested in November that the third most expensive player in world football would have been turning out in a Premier League midtable clash between the Villa and Southampton come March, you’d have probably been tested for something non-pandemic related.

But, Phil Coutinho was on the pitch and some would say he even graced it, playing a part in the first two and scoring the third in Villa’s 4-0 win. He probably should have had his own hat-trick, but silky touches in the middle of the park and a 4-0 security blanket allows people to overlook some very shoddy finishing indeed – and if I sound bitter, it has nothing at all to do with Fantasy Football. 

Newcastle United won again and Brighton lost again. Both things happened in the same game at St James’ Park where Potter nicked mine/everyone’s magic wand gag – possibly the best and worst thing he came up with all day given the result for his team.

No doubt by the time you read this, Spurs and Everton will have done nothing to help the former close the gap on the top four and the latter ease their relegation worries. Lampard won’t be able to pick Dele, of course – not that seems to be a worry given how infrequently Alli has been seen at Goodison Park.

Today’s Tales: What is it with Kepa, penalty shootouts and Wembley?

Pretty much ever since 2003, we’ve wondered what would happen to Chelsea if Roman ever decided to hand the club over to someone else. And now we know – not a lot will change.

Abramovich officially announced he was passing the ‘stewardship and care’ over to the trustees of the Chelsea charitable Foundation on Saturday night. Whilst we can guess at the reasons, it would be no more than speculation -and, in all honesty, not a lot will change with the multi-billionaire passing on the day-to-day running of the club to people he has trusted with the day-to-day running of his football club for the last 20 years. Roman still owns Chelsea, will still fund Chelsea and is not looking to sell Chelsea. He just won’t be making any decisions (officially), OK?

The League Cup Final wasn’t completely overshadowed by the announcement – Chelsea and Liverpool went German-toe-to-German-toe at Wembley, the initial 90 minutes packed full of incredible saves (had the double stop by Mendy been made in an FA Cup Final in the 70s or 80s we’d still be talking about it now and his second one in the last five minutes wasn’t too shabby either – let alone the injury-time stop), terrible misses (looking at you Mason and you Mo) and disallowed goals (Virgil was interfering, despite King Klopp’s protestations). 

And the penalty shoot out was a classic that will be remembered – you could only be a Chelsea fan if you don’t find the tactic of bringing on Kepa because he is better at saving penalties, only to see him let 11 in and then blaze his over the bar, just a little worthy of a smirk. Kepa and penalty shootouts at Wembley – not good bedfellows.

Fans of Leeds United were in mourning on Sunday – and not just because they shipped another four goals, this time at home to Tottenham. Marcelo Bielsa is no longer their jefe and the mythical manager has delivered his last murderball session at Beren Cross.

On one hand, it is easy to admire Bielsa and his absolute commitment to playing the way Leeds play regardless of the opposition. Not many teams would try and go toe-to-toe with much better sides week in week out. The fact that if they did, they’d probably get stuffed 4-0, 6-0, 5-2, whatever too almost feels irrelevant because of the aura that surrounds Marcelo. On the other hand, the Argentine is a stubborn fool who still called the sky blue even when all the evidence that it was green suggested maybe he should change his beliefs.

Against Tottenham, it was pretty clear what was going to happen. Leeds would bomb forward, make a mistake and then Spurs would hit them on the counter and either score or go very close indeed. Would Kalvin Phillips have stopped Harry Kane dropping deep and pinging it to Sonny with ease? Would Patrick Bamford have taken any of the chances Leeds did manage to create? We will never know, but there was certainly a feeling that one of the names in the respective dugouts would be leaving after the final whistle depending on which way the result went.

Antonio Conte was understandably less grumpy and self-questioning than after the ‘everyone say that coming’ defeat at Turf Moor. That said, he wasn’t quite as ‘these boys are the best I have ever coached’ as he was having beaten Peppy G a week ago either. 

As for Leeds, they’ll be hoping Jesse Marsch does a bit better than the last boss from the USA to ‘grace’ the Premier League – Bob Bradley.

If the Yorkshire club are very much in a relegation scrap, then so are Everton. Granted, Frank Lampard would have seen any point gained from a home game with City as a bonus but they are only a single point ahead of a resurgent Burnley. They made Pep wait for the three points, Phil Foden scoring late and Lamps was left suggesting that his three-year-old daughter would have made a better fist of VAR duties than Chris Kavanagh. To be fair, he did seem to have a point unless Rodri has bizarrely large shirts sleeves.

Everton have their lowest points total since 1930, but don’t forget that’s not Frank’s fault.

Remember the days when Watford couldn’t keep a clean sheet for love nor money? That was, of course, BR (before Roy). The stats do suggest that United should have blown the Hornets away at Old Trafford but hey, if you don’t take your chances (or put it on an actual plate for Ronaldo) then you don’t win.

Matty Cash scored the all-important opener for Aston Villa against Brighton and then got booked for removing his shirt – nothing to do with the message he revealed, though some common-sense refereeing wouldn’t have gone amiss. Ollie Watkins ended his seven-game drought meaning Stevie G can start looking up the table again rather than down.

Burnley are grinding their way up – a 1-1 draw at Palace courtesy of an own-goal making it a very good week for them, further enhanced by Norwich continuing to look like a team that might struggle to win the Championship next season.

Wolves are wisely opting not to push for Europe – or at least that is the conclusion I am drawing given their lineup against West Ham. Tomas Soucek scored the only goal at the Athletics Stadium to keep the Hammers dreaming of the top four whilst knowing it will probably end up being the Europa League again.

And, in a week where good news has been hard to find, Christian Eriksen came off the Brentford bench in their 2-0 home defeat to Newcastle (who are managing to keep winning despite losing Kieran Trippier). Don’t let the bonhomie around Eriksen’s return distract you from the fact that bar Norwich, Brentford are the worst form team in the Premier League right now and are joining Leeds and Everton in making the relegation dog fight a little more interesting.

Today’s Tales: City fail in their pursuit of Harry Kane once again

Another weekend of Premier League football has been and gone, physically untouched by Storm Eunice but with the weather leaving all kinds of pun opportunities in her wake.

Hurricane Harry netted a brace at the Etihad, just like the scriptwriters demanded. It rained goals for Man United at Elland Road. Cyclone Salah got his 150th Liverpool goal in their battering of Norwich at Anfield. And, of course, Whirlwind Weghorst got off the mark in Burnley’s 3-0 win over Brighton.

Up in Manchester, where the weather conditions were considered ‘mild for the end of February’, Antonio Conte outwitted Peppy G and condemned City to their first Premier League defeat since October.

Ruben Dias and Aymeric Laporte defended with all the strength of a creaky gate with a broken latch being battered by 90mph winds as Kane, Son and new-boy Kulusevski whistled past them on occasion. Naturally, City had more of the ball and a silly amount of touches in Tottenham’s box. Even facing a hapless Hugo in nets for Spurs didn’t guarantee three points for City and there was something that just meant Kane was going to deliver.

Tottenham’s main man has not been as prolific as usual this season, but judge a goalscorer on against whom and when he scores – City did a better job of chasing Kane in the summer than they did on Saturday.

The defeat leaves the door ajar for King Kloppo’s Liverpool. Somewhat amusingly, they trailed Norwich at Anfield and it oh-so-briefly looked like the Canaries were going to get something valuable out of the game. That was until Sadio Mane added a clever little overhead finish to the AFCON trophy in his February swag bag. Then, Alisson lumped it up to Mo Salah who swivelled the hips, stuck the Norwich defence on the floor and tucked home number 150 for the Reds – the second-fastest Liverpool player to achieve this tally.

City will most likely go on and win the league but it’s not as over as everyone was saying a couple of weeks ago, that’s for sure.

Chelsea, a team tipped by some fools (yes, me) for the title, were incredibly average at Selhurst Park against Patrick Vieira’s Palace. Romelu Lukaku continues to look nothing like a near €100m investment and the World Champions needed a late, late volley by Hakim Ziyech to nick three points.

Manchester United widened the gap between them and West Ham to the size of the 02 Arena roof with a 4-2 win over Leeds at Elland Road. United led 2-0 and all looked harmonious – Harry Maguire even scored when the ball seemed to just hit his head and go in. Ronaldo even joined in the celebrations – see, no rift, honest.

But, early into the second-half Leeds’ disorganised chaos had got the scores level – if only they’d considered shutting up shop and being grateful with a point, eh?

West Ham had got the weekend underway with a 1-1 draw with Newcastle – a much-improved team who won’t be going down. Eddie Howe’s men were without Wilson, Saint Max and Kieran Trippier and probably should have won.

Burnley, scorers of about three goals all season, found the back of Brighton’s net three times in the same 90 minutes at the Amex. Wout Weghorst got his first and helped Dyche’s men off the bottom of the Premier League on goal difference. Burnley’s goal difference is -9 after 22 games – Norwich’s a mere -38.

Uncle Roy was called to Vicarage Road to keep them up and Saturday’s 1-0 win over Aston Villa could well be a turning point. The Hornets look more organised than they’ve looked all season and whilst they won’t win any bonus points for pretty football, they’ll compete in all the games they need to compete in between now and the end of the campaign. 

The gap between them and Everton is now only four points after Southampton were the latest team to find the Toffees rolling over and letting their tummies being tickled away from home. Lampard is going to need time to get his new side playing the way he wants – but the problem is, that relegation zone is worryingly close for them and they are one of the teams heading very much in that direction.

Not as quickly as Brentford, however. Arsenal starlets Emile Smith-Rowe and Bukayo Saka were the match-winners once again as Arteta’s lot heaped another defeat on Thomas Frank’s side. Was Christian Eriksen expecting a relegation battle when he signed that contract?

If Brendan Rodgers is looking to make it easier for a bigger club to appoint him in the summer, continuing to oversee Leicester City’s demise is certainly going to remove the issue of hefty compensation being paid to release him from his contract. Two outside-of-the-box pearlers from Wolves saw off the Foxes this time – well, at least they didn’t concede from a set-piece.

Today’s Tales: United hit a new low as a Saints manager states the bleeding obvious, correctly

You don’t get the feeling CR7 and Ralf Rangnick will be whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears this Valentine’s Day, do you?

Manchester United are never too far from crisis in their post-Sir Alex era. They’re not smack-bang in one right now, to be fair – but they are teetering and no mistake.

Their big-money striker, the prodigal son bought purely so their biggest rivals (who aren’t really their biggest rivals anymore given that they are struggling to see off the likes of Burnley and Southampton) couldn’t have him, the solution that didn’t address any of the actual problems has now failed to score in his last six matches. No longer are the pundits raising an eyebrow at his pressing stats – now it’s the thing he is supposed to still be world-class at.

Equally, the Godfather of Modern Football seems to have rocked up about a decade after his sell-by date. There is no doubting Rangnick has influenced the thinking of many a modern-German manager but maybe United should have gone after one of his disciples rather than the preacher?

Rangnick’s United are bad. So very, very bad. And that’s just when they have the ball – they are worse when they lose it. As Ralph Hassenhuttl put it oh so subtly having seen his Saints take a point at Old Trafford – “It is not a big secret that when they lose the ball that the reverse gears are not the best from everybody.” I mean, no fingers are being pointed here – except in the direction of Ronaldo, Bruno, Pogba, Sancho and Rashford – so distant from Scott McTominay at times that they made the Gallagher brothers look close.

Everyone got very excited when Rangnick arrived talking about his heavy metal football. The one missing component seems to be pretty clear, however. Players that actually fancy putting the shift in when they give it away.

As for Harry Maguire – remind me how much the club paid for him again?

Hassenhuttl might have broken a bit of an unspoken code by directly calling out an opposition in that way but what kind of statement against the modern United is that in itself? The Southampton manager making the great United sound like a lazy Sunday side who rate themselves a little too highly? And the worst thing for the United faithful? He’s nailed it with that statement.

That and the rumours of the players taking the mick out of Rangnick’s assistant Chris Armas calling him “Ted” after Ted Lasso – somehow you can’t imagine that happening under Fergie even before he won something.

The rate it’s going, Rangnick won’t see the season out let alone get a crack at the two years upstairs he’s been promised.

No such issues at Goodison Park though where Frank Lampard is clearly the second coming of Howard Kendall (the first version – not the second or third).

Lamps saw his Everton side sweep past a hopeless Leeds 3-0 – and, who’d have thunk it, it turns out Donny van der Beek is a bit of a footballer. If you put the 3-1 beating at Newcastle to one side, it’s been a very positive start on Merseyside.

Lampard’s former club wrapped up the World Club Cup in Abu Dhabi beating Palmeiras 2-1 after extra time. Given that Lamps was given a lot of credit for them winning the Champions League last season, does that extend to this trophy too?

After all, it was Frank that wanted Kai Havertz and it was Havertz who scored the late penalty to seal the title. 

Raheem Sterling took his desire for the perfect hat-trick to an extreme against Norwich – first getting Riyad Mahrez subbed off so he wouldn’t be on pens, then missing the penalty that was awarded so that he could then tap it in with his left. Don’t let the fact that the first goal was deflected dampen the perfect treble talk. Even if that blatantly means it cannot be considered a perfect hat-trick. 4-0 to City, once again making the ‘closest Premier League in history’ seem like a bit of a daft shout.

There seemed to be hope for Watford when they tempted Roy Hodgson back by pretending they were mermaids – the first result being 0-0 suggesting a bit of defensive steel. The nils have continued, but sadly at the wrong end for Uncle Roy. The Hornets were gently eased aside by Brighton, as they were by West Ham.

The most memorable thing about Brentford and Crystal Palace was the reception received by Christian Eriksen before kick-off. Unveiled eight months to the day after his heart attack on the field at Euro 2020, he’s hoping he and his pacemaker can get Brentford beating once again.

Burnley might have got a point at Old Trafford during the week with the first glimpse of Wout Weghorst’s good feet for a big man – but they got the result that was expected against Liverpool. Sure, it was only 1-0 and can be filed under ‘decent performance and Premier League survival won’t be decided in home matches against Kloppo’s lot’ but they really do need to find a win from somewhere soon.

Everything feels very different in Geordieland. Chris Wood might have been signed to score the goals needed but it turns out Kieran Trippier is sorting that out on his own. Given the captain’s armband, the England international nailed one against Everton and then repeated the trick against Steven Gerrard’s Villa on Sunday. Initially a penalty, VAR correctly sussed it was outside the box and Trips put paid to the old adage “it can be too close to get it up and over” but simply smashing it through the ‘wall’. The issue now is, with the full-back limping off for an x-ray on his foot who will score the goals?

Another big win though for Eddie Howe – and a four-point gap between them and the relegation trap door.

Antonio Conte might have played the company line of being satisfied with Tottenham’s transfer window but home defeats to Southampton and then Wolves might change his outwardly sunny demeanour.

Hugo Lloris reached peak Hugo Lloris levels – it always seems to happen after a big newspaper interview with the World Cup winner – in gifting Raul Jiminez the opener and then the Spurs defending for Wolves’ second was, well, very very Spurs like.

Brendan Rodgers started speculation that he could be United’s next boss by buying a house in Cheshire – convenient rumourmongering completely ignoring the fact that Leicester have been terrible for much of this season.

Against Rodgers’ Leicester, Kurt Zouma picked up an injury in the warm-up – presumably to his conscience, delayed just like concussion can be. Much of the pre-match talk had been about cats and Leicester’s inability to defend set-pieces. At full-time, most of the talk was about Leicester’s inability to defend set-pieces.

Fancy a quick spin on the transfer rumour merry-go-round? Go on then, fill your boots.

If United opt for the Poch, then he’ll be up for a reunion with Harry Kane. If United ignore the players and go with Rangnick’s preferred option, Erik ten Hag, then they’ll probably get Haaland.

Real Madrid got round the table last week to discuss who the next Marcelo could be and found Kieran Tierney’s name on a list someone had drawn up.

Gareth Bale and his ever-shrinking thighs could be seen at Tottenham again next season.

Absolutely brassic Barcelona would like to sign Leeds’ Ilian Meslier in the summer.

Jack Wilshere, despite hanging around Arsenal in the hope that Arteta thinks he might be less of a liability than Xhaka is wanted by Como in Serie B of Italy – despite the fact they can’t sign non-EU players.

And finally, Chelsea (clearly bereft of any English options in their Academy) fancy signing Brighton’s Adam Webster for a lot of money at the end of the season.

Today’s Tales: Steve Cooper 3/1 to be the next Leicester City manager…

Back to the magic of the FA Cup then – full of giant killings, upsets, shocks and more. Except, of course, the FA Cup 4th Round ended up with more Goliaths than Davids progressing, minimal shocks and the only upsets being the tears shed by Kidderminster as they were a mere 60 seconds (twice) from knocking out West Ham – because we all knew Middlesboro and Forest were going to win, right?

If we roll the clock back to Friday night, was that even much of a shock? Ralf Rangnick might be the godfather of the modern game but he might have been better not rocking up at Old Trafford and protecting that myth.

Have United really been any better than before Ole’s sacking? Let’s be honest, Solksjaer was just as likely to have lost to Middlesboro on penalties and if it was ‘a lack of philosophy’ that did for the Norweigan what about the fact that Ralf is already sacrificing his principles after a mere month or so?

Rangnick arrived at the club to deliver high-intensity, attacking, modern football – all the United faithful have been served up so far is more of the same. At least you were able to get a pie and a pint at halftime when Ole was at the wheel, eh?

As mentioned, Kidderminster Harriers were twice less than a minute away from knocking West Ham out for the cup.

6th division Kiddy were the moral victors against the Moysiah’s high-flyers. Moyes went with a strong starting lineup but were well off the pace in the intimate environment of Aggborough. Declan Rice was thrown in and it was he who scored the first heartbreaker in the 92nd minute – a 45-minute cameo that had people likening Rice to Steven Gerrard. For me, Rice is the nearest thing to Bryan Robson – without the injuries – and unfortunately for the Hammers’ fans they should enjoy him whilst they can. 

With the penalty-taking order being decided, Jarrod Bowen tapped in at the far post to send West Ham through and Kiddy wondering what could have been – what could have been would have been an away tie at Southampton, incidentally.

Southampton nicked past Coventry after extra-time, Kyle Walker-Peters adding another goal to his growing collection.

FA Cup holders Leicester City crashed out away to relatively local rivals Nottingham Forest 4-1. Before the match, wise sages suggested that Brennan Johnson might cause England hopeful Luke Thomas a few issues, Keenan Davis might fancy it against the Leicester centre-halves, Djed Spence might show why Spurs were in for him in the window and Forest might fancy a goal from a corner.

Those wise sages were bang on and the odds on Steve Cooper replacing Brendan Rodgers at Leicester must have plummeted.

Chelsea were Tuchelless and pretty toothless in their 2-1 extra-time win over League One Plymouth. Argyle even missed a penalty in extra time that could have seen them take the European Champions all the way. But, Kepa – who only ever seems to get mentioned when there is a penalty involved – saved Ryan Hardie’s ‘effort’ and avoided too many more red faces.

For a brief moment, Fulham dreamed big. They led Man City 1-0 thanks to a goal from the nearly-signed-for-Liverpool Fabio Carvalho. Unfortunately for Marco Silva’s team, they scored a bit too early leaving City at least 80 minutes to sort it out. Sort it out they did, running out 4-1 winners.

4-1 was also the score in Chelsea’s Frank Lampard’s first game in charge at Everton. Lamps had spoken of reintroducing his new squad to the ball in a 180 degree flip from Rafa’s reign. Enjoy the ball they did as Richarlison continued his quirky little run of scoring in the first game of a new manager – we know it won’t last.

Liverpool weren’t great against Cardiff, but they didn’t really need to be. New signing Luis Diaz came off the bench to create their second and Harvey Elliott returned from his big injury to score the third – and for the perfect weekend, they will hope Sadio and Mo got through the AFCON Final in one piece.

Crystal Palace killed off Hartlepool within 25 minutes – hardly worth getting the afternoon off, was it Jeff?

Norwich will hope winning FA Cup matches will help them remember to do it more often in the Premier League. Their 1-0 win at Wolves was a bit of a surprise and their reward is getting a 5th Round tonking at Anfield.

Did Spurs have a good transfer window or a bad transfer window? Either way, they got on with it beating Brighton 3-1 – Harry Kane getting a brace. Is this the point Tottenham fans start to dream of actually winning something?

The 5th Round draw has thrown up some interesting ties with the teams who got the most impressive wins at the weekend rewarded with a chance of humiliating a Premier League big boy. Luton Town, of the Championship, will welcome a Chelsea team probably done in from the Club World Cup and thinking about the return of the Champions League. Peterborough, managed by Darren Ferguson, will be up against Man City and you can already guess the narrative for that one. Chris Wilder will wave Antonio Conte into the Riverside whilst Dean Smith will hope King Klopp picks the kids again. As for Forest? Well, they’ve knocked out Arsenal and Leicester so you just know they will lose to Huddersfield.

If you had forgotten there was a Premier League match on Saturday, you were luckier than those who remembered. Roy Hodgson’s return to management ended in a 0-0 draw at Burnley – a match whose scoreline categorically tells the story.

Today’s Tales: If Lamps has accepted the Everton gig, how crazy were the clubs he said no to?

Finally, a gap in the football calendar I can get on board with. I must admit, when I realised that the late-2020 cries of “well, at least there’s not another international break until…” were accurate but also kind of inaccurate I was a little downcast, crestfallen even.

With all the recent cancellations, it did feel a little strange that the Premier League went ahead with their ‘winter break’ but it has served one useful purpose – it’s allowed us to stay on top of all the late transfer tomfoolery that will occur even if almost everything I muse over here will be out-of-date by the time you actually get around to reading this.

Even with the transfer window madness, some players have had to jet off on actual international duty – whilst their club teammates sun it up on some kind of ‘warm weather training’ jolly somewhere outside of the UK.

Therefore, early credit has to go to Liverpool keeper, Alisson. The shot-stopper was so keen to cut his international duty short he managed to get sent off TWICE for Brazil against Ecuador – only for VAR to kill his cunning plan TWICE and rescind the red card. 

But back to the important stuff – clubs wasting millions of pounds in late panic-mode football player shopping, forgetting almost entirely that they possibly have the solution tucked down the back of the sofa somewhere in the shape of the midfielder they cut from the first-team squad in August and made train with the Academy boys.

Of course, those of you reading this on Tuesday morning will note that almost everything written here is completely out-of-date but I promise you – on Sunday afternoon, some of this rubbish was hot off the press.

Firstly, Frank Lampard – he’s finally found a job he deems worthy of having a crack at and it just so happens to be at Everton (which does beg the question, how badly run were the clubs he has allegedly turned down in the year since getting the Chelsea boot?)

Everton confirmed the Chelsea legend on Sunday, having seen enough that weird bloke from Portugal who thought appearing on Sky Sports News was part of the interview process, Wayne Rooney (who turned down the offer of an interview, correctly surmising Derby County was a much more stable gig) and Duncan Ferguson who is likely to forever be the Goodison Park bridesmaid.

Lampard has lots to sort out at the Ev and doesn’t have the luxury of a Chelsea Academy production line to fall back on this time – or the kind of transfer bunce he was handed by Roman Abramovich. Still, his hands are not tied that much that he can’t free Donny van der Beek from his Manchester United prison.

Everton won the race for the Dutch midfielder by offering to pay all his wages – Crystal Palace were willing to pay 85% of the several hundred thousands of pounds a week. Two years ago, Van der Beek was feeding the likes of Hakim Ziyech and Mathijs de Light for Ajax. Two days ago he was knocking about with Ronaldo and Rafa Varane. On Tuesday, it could well be Solomon Rondon and Michael Keane. Football, eh?

Lamps is already being linked to several things Chelsea – coaches Joe Edwards and Anthony Barry would be more than welcome on his staff and he’d also happily take Ruben Loftus-Cheek whilst he’s there.

The Toffees are not the only club on Merseyside squirrelling away at the end of the window. King Klopp has a new minion in the shape of Porto’s Lucas Diaz who Liverpool successfully back-doored from Tottenham. 

Antonio Conte believed he had got his hands on the goalscoring wideman only to find that he was off to Anfield – the second last-minute defeat faced by Spurs in the preceding few days after Adama Traore opted for the Spanish sunshine and Barcelona rather than being asked to play as a wing-back by the Italian taskmaster.

If things couldn’t have got worse for Conte, Tottenham were also rejected by a non-league teenage winger. Ollie Tanner of sixth tier Lewes rejected a move to the greatest stadium in the world as he was unable to agree personal terms. Maybe he didn’t fancy being a wingback either?

It’s not all bad news for Tottenham, however – despite missing out on their first choices they are having to slum it by scraping the bottom of the Juventus barrel by bringing in the exceptionally talented Kulusevski and Bentancur. Now, if they can just find someone to take Ndombele and Alli off their hands it has not been a complete disaster.

Liverpool are hoping to follow up their first-class bit of transfer gazumping with a move for Fulham’s wonderkid Fabio Carvalho – at least half of the reason Mitrovic is banging in goals for fun in the Championship.

We can also deal in some Newcastle facts – they’ve snaffled up Lyon star midfielder Bruno Guimaraes for the best part of 50m big ones. He’s actually quite good and is no doubt thrilled at the prospect of being Newcastle’s first Brazilian since Mirandinha in the 80s. Well, that and hitting Chris Wood early.

Eddie Howe wanted a whole new defence by the time February arrived and has met with more resistance than his current back four is capable of showing – Diego Carlos didn’t happen, Sven Botman didn’t happen but it does look like Big Dan Burn will happen for around £13m. Brighton kept nudging the price up because, you know, Saudi Arabian prices. Jesse Lingard might have to blame Mason Greenwood for not being allowed to go to St James’ Park on loan rather than United demanding a £10m bonus if the Magpies stay up. News broke on Sunday that Dean Henderson might have finally badgered Ralf Rangnick enough to get a loan away from his place on the United bench – to Newcastle, of course, oddly a rare position they don’t really need to fill.

Howe has accepted that wearing the same colour kit is not enough to persuade Aaron Ramsey to leave Turin and that Ashley Young would rather stay at home with the Villa – he’s still hopeful that Eddie Nkietiah might be allowed to leave Arsenal, even if the imminent departure of Yo-Pierre could mean that Alex Lacazette ends up being the only real striker at the Emirates. After all, they won’t get their house in order well enough to actually sign a new one. And if Howe can’t get Nkietiah, Palace might – meaning Newcastle might push ahead with a plan to sign Atalanta’s Duvan Zapata. Keeping up? Sure? Well, if you can remember all that add the fact that Aston Villa’s Matt Targett is also on the, er, target list.

West Ham are throwing bids around like paper aeroplanes – Leeds have turned down £50m each for Raphinha and Kalvin Phillips. The Hammers have also tried to get Armando Broja and Ben Brereton-Diaz in the last few days and met firm nos on both at the price suggested. One that could well happen/have happened/might have been a mere figment of my imagination is Duleta-Carr from Marseille. A defender, you know? The one who didn’t fancy it a year ago but has possibly been tempted by the chance of linking up with Craig Dawson or a hefty payrise.

Wolves won’t be letting Ruben Neves go for a penny less than £40m, a statement designed to warn off the circling Manchester United and Arsenal. Jose Mourinho is hoping Arsenal sign Neves or even Villa’s Douglas Luiz so it means he can finally get it on with Granit Xhaka.

Brentford are keeping fingers and toes crossed that Christian Eriksen passes his medical so they can get him through the door – news that will surely cheer up Ivan Toney.

Leeds have done us all a massive favour by inquiring about Chelsea’s Kenedy – that massive favour being reminding us Kenedy is still technically on Chelsea’s books.

Barcelona have clicked that they probably need to sell more players if they keep signing them at the rate they are doing, so problem child Ousmane Dembele is once again being touted around the Premier League for around £18m. Someone is bound to panic and buy him. Getting him out will allow them to bring in Aubemeyang on loan, which will mean that Arsenal try (and fail) to sign Alvaro Morata.

Man City, a club irritatingly not feeling the need to get caught up in any of this, are likely to sign River Plate’s next-one-of-the-production-line in Julian Alvarez. They’re not rushing though, they don’t need to.

And, finally, Phil Jones seem to have found someone willing to give him a game – Bordeaux in France are discussing a deal to end a decade’s worth of service at Old Trafford.

How much of the above will have actually happened come Tuesday morning? As you should know by now, your guess is certainly going to be as informed as mine.

The Final Straw: Would a Winter Break End of Our Love Affair With Top Flight Football?

In February 2020 – shortly before the season was curtailed due to the COVID-19 pandemic – the Premier League took a two week winter break for the first time. Because of the condensed nature of last season and the summer’s UEFA European Championships, the winter break was kicked into touch and hasn’t returned this year. While there are no more Premier League fixtures until the 5th of Feb, there is of course the FA Cup 4th round taking place between the 28th and the 31st of Jan.

But in the run up to Christmas, both Jürgen Klopp and Thomas Tuchel went on the offensive, calling for a winter break, perhaps with an eye on a continued tilt at the Premier League and the Champions League, while a couple of years back, Louis van Gaal described the lack of a winter break in England “evil”. Ironically, the lack of a winter break was defended by none other than Arsène Wenger, who said, “maybe it’s because I’ve been in England for such a long time. I had his ideas when I arrived here but today I would cry if you changed that because it’s part of English tradition and English football.”

What with the 2022 World Cup in Qatar being held during next winter – a 5-week break to coincide with the World Cup has already been announced for the Scottish Premiership – those noises will inevitably get louder.

The original winter breakers arrived in England a few years after the creation of the Premier League, with a large influx of players from European leagues used to a break from competitive football around Christmas and early in the New Year. 

The arguments in favour of a winter break were always pitched by the so-called ‘elite’ and despite their spin, it was always obvious that any benefits would be shaped in favour of those Big Boys.

We heard that a winter break would be a positive as elite players would be fresher in advance of the latter stages of the European competitions, meaning that the big guns would be in a position to lift big trophies and reap the financial rewards that would follow. However, this has never really proven to be a big issue – in recent times English clubs have tended to be pretty competitive in Europe.

We were also told that a winter break would be a boost to the England team going into summer tournaments, though we have of course heard that sort of thing before when it comes to major changes to our domestic game and how they will benefit the national team. We were promised that the creation of the Premier League would do the very same thing.

And we also heard that it would also be a positive for us – the fans – to get a break from things during what is a busy and expensive time of the year, which is a nonsense. Despite the pressures and challenges that the winter period from Christmas to the end of January brings, it has always been popular with football supporters. We get the Christmas fixtures, the 3rd and 4th rounds of the FA Cup, and the League Cup semi-finals; to disrupt this would prove anathema to the majority.

And I’m one of them. I’m someone who has always loved football from during this time of the year and the idea of a break during this period has always jarred a little. This isn’t a xenophobic, ‘give Johnny Foreigner a kick’ thing; but to join an English club knowing that there is no winter break and then wonder why or complain that there isn’t one is well, a bit weird.

No, the reason that I love football from the end of December until the end of January is because I have some many great memories from games during this time of the year. Memorable Boxing Days wins for Stoke City over the likes Liverpool, Manchester City (“where’ve yer nanas gone”; if you know, you know”), Newcastle United, and the two Sheffield sides. Big crowds, great atmospheres. Good times. Boxing Day games can often mean a club’s biggest gate of the season. That might not be so important to a Manchester United or an Arsenal, but for those away from the top table, it certainly will be.

And FA Cup third round weekend is one of the most eagerly anticipated of the season. A time when the minnows meet the giants; when non-leaguers can come up against Premier Leaguers. Days when anything can, and often does, happen.

These are the days the football supporters live for.

I think that most accept that English football needs to change in many ways. However, this isn’t the sort of change needed. There is more than enough power in the hands of the elite football clubs and various media companies involved in televised football, and a winter break would be a further erosion of what football supporters hold dear. The Big Boys have already got their own way when it comes to the structure of our cup competitions; this would surely be a bridge too far?

And where would it end? You can bet that if a permanent winter break was secured by the Premier League that Championship clubs would start to make similar noises even though their calendar is congested enough as it is.

And what else would they then demand? The European Super League plan – which I’m not convinced has gone away – and Project Big Picture both painted a picture of footballing superpowers craving more money, but most critically, even more power.

However, you would like to think that these sorts of things are never done deals. Let’s face it if I feel this way – and I know many others that do too – supporters of the so-called elite clubs will do and would need to face it down in much the same way that they did when the European Super League proposals emerged (“we want our cold nights in Stoke”). The suits and breadheads cannot have everything their own way.

Over the past couple of years, the COVID-19 pandemic has exposed some serious cracks in the national game, while the aforementioned European Super League and Project Big Picture proposals tested the patience of English football supporters in a very big way. Indeed, the popularity of grassroots and semi-professional football has grown over the same period of time, and there is a real possibility that further tinkering with the football calendar would push more in the same direction.

If a renewed push for a permanent winter break was to be mounted, would this prove to be the final straw? Would this end our love affair with top-flight football? It may not prove to be so dramatic, but I’d wager that it would do far more harm than good.

Today’s Tales: “Just be like Mo Salah, lad. Just be like Mo….”

Another week passes us by in football and not much has changed. Sure, we’ve had drones, concussion subs, floodlights going out and a net being repaired in the most Sunday football league way imaginable. But, Man City will still win the Premier League title despite a minor slip, West Ham are still not a real top four side, Newcastle’s net gain since being owned by a country is a right-back and an overpriced striker who doesn’t score and Liverpool are not missing Mo Salah.

I mean, why would Jurgeylad’s team miss their main man? Diogo Jota has been asked to step into Salah’s shoes and if that means winning the team dubious penalties in a manner that would befit a certain Egyptian currently on AFCON duty, then so be it.

Liverpool ended up winning 3-1 at Selhurst Park against Palace in a game they will chalk off as three points well-earned in the end. Palace, on the other hand, will feel very hard done by that they did not get a point – mainly due to their finishing but also the insane VAR decision depriving them of a final push in the last ten.

It was only a fraction of a step to his right, but let’s just say Jota didn’t make much effort to get out of the way of the keeper who was simply doing his job of blocking where the ball should have gone had Jota’s touch not gone further than I tend to kick it.

But hey, clear and obvious, right?

Liverpool’s three points combined with City dropping two against Southampton means that the title race is marginally more on than it was this time last week which, in reality, is not on at all.

Peppy G has failed to win just five times in the Premier League this season and two of those have come at the hands of Ralph Hassenhuttl and his Southampton team. If only they could get some other teams under their spell and they’d find themselves in the top half of the table.

Kyle Walker-Peters won the personal Kyle Walker derby battle, scoring his first top-flight goal with a finish that would have social media in meltdown had any of the other English right-backs better known for attacking than defending pulled it off. Armando Broja, one of the hundred Chelsea players learning their trade out on loan and most certainly not part of the reason FIFA have changed the rules for loaning players out, caused the champions-elect all kinds of problems and was fractionally offside when believing he’d put the Saints two to the good.

Top teams find a way not to lose and Laporte thumped home a header – about the only time Salisu hadn’t headed a ball clear.

Chelsea and Spurs met at Stamford Bridge, giving Antonio Conte a chance to return to a stadium where he used to win things.

Tottenham’s starting XI certainly added more fuel to the theory that Conte might do one from Tottenham if he doesn’t get the reinforcements he is asking for. Chelsea have been pretty meh for a few weeks now, but that was good enough to win this one – though, the result would have almost certainly been different had Harry Kane’s opener not been disallowed. Yes, I know the result would have been different had Spurs actually scored but you know what I mean.

Now, I happen to think the goal was right to be disallowed under the “anywhere else on the pitch that’s a foul” theory I try to stick to. But, given the goal that was given for Norwich against Watford after Pukki literally threw the Watford defender into the stands before crossing – well, consistency is still missing. That’s all I am saying.

Credit to Thiago Silva, though. He managed to get a full slide on to convince Tierney it was a foul – and then ended up scoring Chelsea’s second in the second half. Not a bad day for the Brazilian – it almost made me regret leaving him on the FPL subs bench this week.

Man United’s 1-0 win over West Ham at Old Trafford means that Ralf Rangnick can now truly call himself a United manager. Chucking a load of strikers on when Plan A isn’t working? Check. Winner late into injury time? Check. All three subs having something to do with it? Check. Had he been brave enough to haul off Ronaldo again after another anonymous performance then he’d have had the complete set.

Marcus Rashford has had his critics in the last couple of months but with two goals off the bench in the last couple of games is showing that he could be a key part of Ralf’s revolution – even Anthony Martial put a brief shift in – though his cameo was more about reminding other club’s he still exists this window.

United are back in the top four – West Ham were a bit naive in losing with the last kick but also suggests that they are now a team that thinks they can win at Old Trafford in the last minute. I mean, they were wrong, but you have to admire their self-belief.

Newcastle United can head off to Saudi Arabia with clear consciences and undertake some very intense warm-weather training that is absolutely not a PR campaign or anything to do with the fact they are controlled by a state.

That long-haul flight will certainly feel a bit better with three points on the board – you suspect many a glass will be raised on the flight to Leeds’ goalie Ilan Meslier after he managed to let Jonjo Shelvey’s ‘shot’ squirm under him.

There was a raised eyebrow in this household at the sight of Mikel Arteta screaming for Nick Pope to be booked for timewasting in the Arsenal vs Burnley clash. It was reported that Arsenal are being investigated for a curious yellow card that allegedly coincided with a lot of bets being placed on when it would happen. Given the frequency of engagement with the referee’s notebook, you could suspect it might have something to do with Granit Xhaka – though I doubt you’d get that good odds on the Swiss midfielder getting booked in a game of professional football.

Burnley got a valuable point and continue their search for a Chris Wood replacement as Sean Dyche surely knows trying to stay in the Premier League with Jay Rodriguez and Matej Vydra is not a good idea.

By the time you read this, we might have waved goodbye to Claudio Ranieri for the final time in English football management. Watford were utterly awful at Vicarage Road. The lights going out were their best hope of not losing the game as Josh Sargent finally adapted to the Premier League with a brace in Norwich’s 3-0 win. Oh, they’re out of the relegation zone now – naturally, after I am sure I condemned them to certain relegation a couple of weeks ago.

Brentford and Wolves provided the most drama of the weekend – and some of it was even on the pitch. They finally wrapped proceedings up well after Jeff Stelling and the boys had knocked off for the weekend – Wolves won 2-1, by the way, but that was fairly irrelevant. 

First, two Brentford players had to be concussion subbed after knocking each other out in midair – cue the Sunday football screams of “TALK” whenever two players in the same team go for the same ball. Then the players were taken from the field of play as there was a drone flying around. When they finally returned, safe in the knowledge that a helicopter was now protecting the stadium from the small, plastic aircraft (the classic case of using a sledgehammer to kill an ant) the referee’s radio pack didn’t work – causing another delay. The game lasted so long that Ivan Toney seemed to go bald during the official 90 minutes plus – I am sure he used to have some wicked dreadlocks.

Still, the new-look Toney scored – unfortunately for Wolves, two of their Portuguese contingent got one each. I know, I know – that doesn’t really narrow it down.

Today’s Tales: Everton board in shocking good decision drama

Finally! Write this date down, folks. You may wish to refer to it in the future when the conversation strikes a chord of “yeah, but when did Everton last get anything right, eh?”

You’ll be able to pipe up the 16th of January 2022 – when they sacked Rafa Benitez early enough on a Sunday that it was able to be accurately reported in this column with no deadline issues.

Of course, this still won’t please the vast majority of Everton fans who will remind us forevermore that Rafa should never have been appointed and should, at the very least, have been sacked before he could flog Lucas Digne to his Champions League-winning skipper Stevie G for a mere £25m.

That’s the kind of blinkered thinking that has got Everton into this mess in the first place.

The final nail in the Benitez shaped coffin came courtesy of Norwich City (and Michael Keane) who have now achieved the most remarkable of feats in not being bottom of the Premier League despite having only scored ten goals in 21 matches. Michael Keane now has 1/10th of Norwich’s Premier League goals this season and as soon as he screwed in a cross from a tight angle, you just felt that this was the beginning of Rafa’s funeral march.

Benitez claims he was trying to fix five-years worth of mistakes at Goodison Park. Be that as it may, it’s not easy to manage a small club, eh Rafa?

January 15th 2022 was the day the ‘greatest Premier League title race of all time finally came to an end. Man City increased their overnight lead at the top of the table to a mere 13 points with their 1-0 win over Chelsea. Tuchel’s nearly-£100m man looked cumbersome and disjointed and so did Pep’s actual £100m man to be fair. But, City have a fully-fit Kevin de Bruyne to play with now and that does help ever so much. He banged one in from distance but it could have been so much more.

Liverpool, now playing for second if we can all accept the title is on the way to the Etihad, were supposed to crumble and fall without Sadio Mane and a certain Mohamed Salah to rely on. Their 0-0 draw with ten-man Arsenal in the League Cup semi suggested that without the two African stars, Liverpool were clueless and, more worryingly, goalless. 

Brentford came hopeful of matching their performance at home, but fell three goals short of the last result. Liverpool eased home 3-0 with more than adequate stand-ins Oxlade-Chamberlain and Minamino getting a goal each – Minamino will have been particularly happy to see his hit the back of the net given his midweek effort.

Manchester United were without Cristiano Ronaldo and Anthony Martial for their trip to Villa Park and one of those two actually couldn’t be bothered to turn up. Marcus Rashford was also missing, just like his form and ability as United leapt into a 2-0 lead – Bruno Fernandes (sans Ronaldo, we urge you to note) scoring twice and looking like, well, Bruno Fernandes.

Stevie G rolled his Barca-reject dice and landed on Philippe Coutinho – who came on for the second half, created one, scored one and generally looked like the whole Barcelona thing had been a very bad dream.

Newcastle unveiled their big new attacking signing that not one single Newcastle fan hoped would arrive in January. Chris Wood set Eddie Howe back a cool £25m – quite the outlay for a striker with a single goal to his name this season (even if it does weaken a direct relegation rival). Wood didn’t really knock on much, and it was a late Joao Pedro header (the kind of goal the St James’ Park faithful love seeing scored) who grabbed a point for Watford.

Wolves are making quietly efficient progress under Bruno Lage and saw off newly-purchased Southampton 3-1 at Molineux. There was some standard VAR tomfoolery as Southampton conceded a penalty that wasn’t an obvious contender for a clear-and-obvious award. VAR can change the direction of a match in an instant and so it was here – even Adama Traore (possibly wanting to impress Antonio Conte) managed to get on the scoresheet.

Brighton versus Crystal Palace is delightfully spiky given the actual mileage you have to put in to get from one ground to the other and it normally guarantees late drama. Friday night’s clash did not disappoint as Brighton got another late goal to nab a draw that they may or may not have deserved. Those who actually watched the game might have a more informed opinion.

Many thought West Ham would chalk off another simple enough win at the Athletics Stadium – the visitors being struggling Leeds. Not a bit of it though, as Jack Harrison conjured up a hat-trick in a 3-2 win meaning my spurious claims that Bielsa might not last January look more foolish than ever.

How about some transfer gossip?

Christian Eriksen could soon be back in the Premier League as he ‘isn’t bothered about the money’ and just wants to play football again. This news has pricked the ears of many sides looking to pick up a bit of a bargain – providing they can get him insured, of course.

Arsenal reckon they need a bit of bite up front and are linked to Diego Costa, currently on the verge of leaving Atletico Minero in Brazil.

Newcastle want to build on the excitement around snaffling Chris Wood and bring in Sevilla’s Diego Carlos, United’s Jesse Lingard, Phil Jones and Dean Henderson and Napoli’s Robin Gosens (who has been injured since September).

Chelsea are desperate for cover at left back and are throwing money at Inter and Ivan Perisic to come and help them out – otherwise they’ll have to suffer Marcos Alonso single-handedly meaning they miss out on the top four.

Finally today, Arsenal’s best move of the season so far was the one that led to the North London derby being called off with just one player down with COVID. Sure, Martin Odegaard managed to test positive after the game was kiboshed, but Arsenal were unable to field a team (or maybe just their preferred team?) with Xhaka banned for his Anfield sillyness, Ainsley Maitland-Niles and Balogun loaned out and a few other little injuries. Given the game was down to be played on Sunday, the fact it feels very Sunday league indeed is somewhat apt.

Today’s Tales: Howe are things any different?

Well, it’s a good thing Newcastle United are taking the FA Cup seriously under the new ownership, isn’t it?

Under the beloved Mike Ashley, Newcastle readily admitted they weren’t that bothered about the FA Cup – hence the seven 3rd round exits in 14 long seasons.

It’s all different under the Saudi ownership though, right?

In front of 52,000 Newcastle fans hoping to see the first step on the road to Wembley navigated with minimal fuss, Eddie Howe’s side including new signing Kieran Tripper lost 1-0 to Cambridge United. And, the League One side fully deserved it.

On one hand, Newcastle can now focus their efforts on not becoming the richest club ever to play Championship football. On the other, a nice little cup run could have done wonders for their confidence.

Crystal Palace briefly looked like they might be the first top-flight team to fall. They trailed Millwall at halftime, but then Michael Olise realised a game of football needed to be won and set about it.

A Sean Dyche-less Burnley have bigger things to worry about than a 2-1 home defeat to Huddersfield in the third round. Mind you, they’d have probably welcomed winning a game of football just to remember what it felt like.

You can often sense how seriously Premier League sides will be taking the FA Cup based on the team they stick out there – so, Leicester fancy a run whereas Watford really couldn’t care less. Brendan Rodgers’ cup holders saw off the Hornets 4-1

Brentford and Brighton might both believe they are far enough away from a relegation dogfight to see how far they can go this season. Brentford smashed Port Vale 4-1 and Brighton saw off WBA 2-1 – both away. Good signs that they are taking it seriously.

We all know Man City will probably win it, and they took a stroll against Swindon, a team they used to meet quite frequently in the lower divisions before, you know, a country bought them. Pepless City won 4-1.

15 minutes into their trip to Hull, Everton looked like a team not too bothered about Rafa’s employment status. Andros Townsend likes the guy though and netted a winner in injury time after Hull refused to go away in 90 minutes.

At least Chesterfield got a goal at Stamford Bridge, something their decent away following will remember for years to come.

10-man Southampton nicked a win at Swansea where it has to be said, the atmosphere was somewhat lacking.

Sunday threatened a giant-killing or two, albeit briefly, but ultimately failed to deliver.

Morecambe led Spurs with just 16 minutes to go before Antonio Conte’s men broke hearts – three goals followed including one for Harry Kane. Are we at the point where the England skipper scoring is pretty standard again so doesn’t need mentioning?

Shrewsbury took a shock lead at Anfield before Liverpool’s kids (plus Virgil, Robbo and Fab) put their foot down and stamped out and hopes of an upset. Fabinho scored twice, which will never happen again.

At least Norwich can test my theory of a good cup run helping a team in a relegation battle – they sneaked past Charlton to make the hat for the 4th round as did West Ham, easing past Leeds 2-0 in a game that was a nailed-on home win. Wolves could be a team to watch, and they stuffed Sheffield United 3-0 in a game that shows Wolves can score more than once if they really, really concentrate.

Arsenal have a very good FA Cup 3rd Round record – ahead of their tie against Nottingham Forest they had only lost once in the previous 25. The thing is, that loss was against Forest at the City Ground and you know what? History can repeat itself once in a while and another £5m has been added to the price tag of young Brennan Johnson.

I’d love to report that the 4th Round of the FA Cup looks nice and tasty. 

League Two Hartlepool’s reward for getting this far is navigating their way through the Croydon one-way system for a clash at Selhurst Park versus Palace.

Kidderminster, a proper non-league side, welcome the Moysiah and West Ham to the Aggy. There’s all Premier League clashes between Spurs and Brighton and Everton and Brentford. 1987 winners Coventry will fancy their chances down at Southampton, Cardiff less so when they go to Liverpool. Fulham will have preferred not have to got Man City – a tie that a far smaller club could have done with. Plymouth did OK out of it, getting a game against Chelsea. Holders Leicester get a trip to Forest and the winner of United versus Villa welcome Chris Wilder’s Middlesbrough, 

Plucky little Cambridge? Their treat for beating Newcastle is a trip to Luton Town, poor souls.

The transfer window is wide open with a chilly breeze being allowed in.

Jose Mourinho, having spent most of his time in London refusing to pick young London talent has added another to his Roma ranks. Arsenal’s Ainsley Maitland-Niles is off to Italy on loan to learn exactly how out of date Mourinho is now, first hand.

Steven Gerrard reminded us all to check out Philippe Coutinho’s wikipedia page to remember how good he is because, frankly, he’s not bothered showing us on the pitch for a few seasons. The Brazilian arrives at Villa Park on loan and can hang around for £33m if he impresses – which he won’t.

Rumours are rife that Manchester United players are not convinced by Ralf Rangnick (and I can only assume the feeling is very much mutual) and Ronaldo’s been on the blower to his agent – crisis talks are due at Old Trafford as he wants out and fast. 

Never a club to let the lack of wage budget stop their hopes and dreams, Barcelona are hopeful of signing United’s Bruno Fernandes if he continues to look like a square peg in the Rangnick round hole. That’s if they don’t get Erling Haaland, you understand. Ex-Chelsea flop Alvaro Morata could be off to the Camp Nou to wait patiently alongside Ferran Torres in the line for who can actually be registered next.

Spurs would like Adama Traore to replace Emerson Royale and, you’ve guessed it, this has alerted Barcelona to the fact that Adama Traore might be available and better than Emerson Royale (who they might have forgotten they sold in the summer).

Lazio would like Kepa from Chelsea, because him and Sarri get on so well – not well enough for them to want his £170k-a-week wages, however.

And finally, Newcastle are still being linked to many and will probably sign few.

Today’s Tales: Man City celebrate a big point at Stamford Bridge…

And welcome to the Premier League in 2022. Not much has changed – Man City are still running away with it, Norwich are still terrible and Newcastle still have more money than hope of Premier League survival. Arsenal? Well, they are still Arsenal living by the following equation at the weekend: Their own stupidity x VAR incompetence = three more points for City.

Rodri gave it the half-Emmanuel Adebayor with his celebration – to be greeted by toilet rolls, empty bottles and plastic cups from the Arsenal faithful. His goal meant City won their 11th Premier League match in a row and opened up the gap to 11 points. Only two other sides have led the top flight by that distance on January 3rd and, guess what? Yep, they both won the title.

Arsenal can certainly moan about VAR bizarrely choosing not to even have a look at Ederson clipping Odegaard, but there are minimal moans to be had about the way Granit Xhaka (naturally) gave away a brain-dead penalty and Gabriel thinking he could get away with clotheslining his Brazilian teammate Jesus on the halfway line when on a yellow card.

Chelsea and Liverpool didn’t deliver much between them, did they? I mean, there was very little to discuss in the build-up and the game itself could not have been more of a damp squib if it had tried.

Tommy T took so much offence to Romelu Lukaku’s interview with Sky Italia that he banished him from the squad – not that he would have started the Belgian anyway, that’s the whole point of the argument.

Liverpool were sans Klopp, Alisson, Matip and Firmino for obvious reasons and Andy Robertson was still midway through his festive holiday following his red against Spurs. Lijnders’ lads should have been without Mane too, after his forearm took just four minutes to locate Azpilicueta’s cheekbone.

Of course, Mane would score the minute he only got a yellow – Trevor Chalobah channeling his inner Andy Gray in trying to head a ball that was rolling towards either of his feet and allowing Mane to open the scoring.

Mo Salah did what Mo Salah does and scored a worldy for the second before being bettered by Mateo Kovacic of all people – the Croat flamengo kicking a volley to reduce the deficit. Christian Pulisic, frankly a bit of a pants footballer at the moment, then scored from a rare Kante assist to make it 2-2 at the break. The second half was not as frenetic but both keepers were called into brilliant action to keep the scores level.

As we said, damp squib. And a damp squib that Man City will have thoroughly enjoyed.

It only took Tottenham 63 attempts to beat the first man from a cross and when they did, Davinson Sanchez rose to head home Son’s ball in and break Watford hearts. It wasn’t just at the Emirates where VAR seemed to have some very selective thoughts around what to check and what not to check – Joao Pedro seemed to get a toe to the ball a fraction before Hugo Lloris crashed into him.

That said, Spurs could have had two in 35 seconds themselves after Kane was tickled to the floor and then Dier was bear-hugged to the ground from the resulting corner. 

If there is one team you’d look at and think, “they know how to get out of trouble” it is Burnley. But, losing 3-1 at a Leeds team struggling for form and confidence means that thought process has to be challenged. Their one and only bright spark, Maxwel Cornet, was back from injury for a second-half cameo and goal before heading off to AFCON tomorrow. For Leeds, that was a much-needed respite from looking knackered and losing – and might even calm the Bielsa out rumours that have quietly started in the background.

Brentford got themselves a valuable win over Aston Villa – who should have been docked any points that Trezeguet’s injury-time dive might have earned them. That, and a five-year ban for the Egyptian of course.

All Everton fans wanted for Christmas was Rafa out and the most common New Year’s Resolution at Goodison Park was for Rafa to be out. Benitez did nothing to help himself by leading the side to yet another defeat – 3-2 to Brighton. Dominic Calvert-Lewin was back and on spot-kick duty – blazing it over the bar and into Stanley Park. DLC is now the 22nd different Everton player to miss a Premier League penalty. Only Arsenal have more, possibly my favourite fact of 2022 so far.

Everton might need to sign Graham Stuart in January as there’s every chance they might need a 1994esque escape from relegation at this rate. Though, and I am sure I have said this before, they deserve to go down purely for the state of Jordan Pickford’s goalkeeping jersey.

Today’s Tales: Tuchel has £99m problems and Lukuka is very much one of them

Hang on, what day is it? I do find this time of year stupidly confusing. I think we are about to wave goodbye to 2021 which would mean it is quite likely that 2022 is upon us. The only other factual statement I have to offer is that Chelsea will not win the Premier League this season.

Tommy T’s out-of-form side are randomly 10/1 not to finish in the top four which feels equally like throwing money away and potentially a corker of a bet.

Tuesday’s (Wednesday’s? Hell, I don’t know) 1-1 draw with Brighton saw the gap between Chelsea and Man City widen to eight points – though the Blues are still second thanks to Liverpool deciding to take the night off against Leicester. 

Not improving Tuchel’s mood will be the injury to Reece James and the small matter of Romelu Lukaku going rogue and telling Sky Italia that he is “not happy” with his situation at Chelsea and he fancies a return to Inter one day. 

“Physically I am fine,” Lukaku told Sky Italia. “But I am not happy with the situation at Chelsea. Tuchel has chosen to play with another system.

“I won’t give up. I will be professional. I am not happy with the situation but I am professional and I can’t give up now.” Lukaku being the ultimate professional there, bitching about life on national TV.

But, the big Belgian might have a point – Chelsea are hardly firing on all cylinders right now and what’s the point in buying a £99m striker if you are not going to use him? Even Man United are not that daft – they seem to pick Ronaldo no matter what.

United, having incurred the wrath of Ralf Rangnick for a lack of energy and bad body language in their 1-1 draw with Newcastle on Monday (definitely Monday, I remember that being Monday) clicked a little more into gear with a 3-1 win over Burnley. 

Scott McTominay seems like the player to have benefited most from the German’s arrival at Old Trafford, as he scored (bravely taking the ball off Ronaldo’s foot to shoot) and hit the post in the move leading to Ronaldo’s goal. He almost looked like a United midfielder of old – certainly more Bryan Robson than Eric Djemba-Djemba.

Don’t let the fact that Burnley hadn’t played since December 12th or won since the end of October dampen the spirits – United are back baby and have the small matter of catching Arsenal, four points ahead in 4th place. What do you mean it was only one game? Yeah, OK – you are probably right.

Peppy G’s lot extended their lead to the aforementioned eight points with a 1-0 win over Brentford. Phil Foden netted the winner making it ten straight wins in a row for City – that force of nature with Chelsea and Liverpool being a little sloppy means the title is probably done. As Pep himself remarked, As Pep Guardiola remarked: “The reason they drop points is that we won 10 games in a row.” I’m not sure that is exactly how it works, Pep, but OK.

The real reason for Liverpool to be even further behind City was a rare off-day for Mohamed Salah, probably still smarting from not being in Garth Crooks’ BBC Team of the Year. Salah won a penalty, missed the penalty and then headed the rebound against the bar. Kasper Schmeichel had the kind of day out that did justice to his surname and Brentan called the performance “heroic”. Liverpool had 67 touches in the Leicester box yet none of them got past the Dane.

Who remembers the days of old when West Ham going 1-0 away to Watford between Christmas and New Year would have almost certainly guaranteed defeat? Not any more, thanks to the Moysiah. Ranieri’s side took the lead at Vicarage Road and then saw the Hammers rampage – scoring four and all without Declan Rice. Even Mark Noble joined in and played well. All that was left was for Moyes to bemoan another daft VAR decision that went against his side – well, you can’t have everything. Even at Christmas.

Spurs needed a Harry Kane penalty to get a point away at 10-man Southampton. James Ward-Prowse scored for the home side in a rare non-set-piece kind of away. Conte remains unbeaten in the Premier League since his return but will see that as two points very much thrown out of the window.

Norwich might as well pack it in and take the rest of the season off. They lost again, this time to a Crystal Palace side decimated through illness and injury and with Patrick Vieira holed up somewhere giving info via Whatsapp.

Is Dean Smith really doing anything better than Daniel Farke was doing? Probably best not to answer that.

How about some space-filling transfer rubbish?

Liverpool have noticed that Arsenal’s Bakayo Saka is pretty good and think he could be their Mo Salah replacement. They also want to bring AC Milan’s Franck Kessie to Anfield on a free in the summer.

Barcelona, still penniless, will return to the Etihad to persuade Aymeric Laporte to head to La Liga at the end of the season. There was also some utterly weird/hilarious/probably true chat around Ronaldo reaching out to Gerard Pique asking him to fix a move from United to Barca ASAP.

Oh, and Newcastle – deep breath. The current holders of the “all the gear but no idea” baton are looking at Kieron Trippier, Lille’s centre back Sven Botman, Juventus’ bib collector Aaron Ramsey, Barcelona wild child Ousmane Dembele and Roma’s Jordan Veretout. I think we can all agree, that if they get one out of five there, they’ve done well.

Marcelo Bielsa likes his players to be like rabid animals and to be fiercely competitive. So, who else could they be linked to other than the son of Diego Simeone? Giovanni is a striker, plying his trade in Verona right now. If he fancies doing a hell of a lot more running, Leeds is the place for him.

Today’s Tales: Man City rocking it like it’s 1963 as Lukaku eats Mings like Boxing Day leftovers

Well, it didn’t quite match the much-fabled Boxing Day of 1963 but there were plenty of goals shared around on the day after Christmas 2021.

Up at the Emptyhad, it was borderline genius or farcical – depending on your viewpoint. Leicester City, not known for their ability to defend this season, managed to find themselves four down within 30 minutes – thanks in the main to Youri Tielemens attempting a Christmas record of conceding three penalties in one game. The Belgian fell short by one and Brentan was seen furiously scribbling in his notebook as Man City’s fourth hit the back of the net.

What could have he been writing? Surely nothing that could save this shambles – yet Leicester flew out of the second-half blocks and scored three quickuns themselves, making it 4-3. James Maddison, for 15 minutes, made it look like Peppy G signed the wrong player when he forked out 100 million big ones for Jack Grealish. 

Leicester awakening shook City back into a bit of life – they felt the need to score two more just to make the game safe. The final score, 6-3. Bonkers. If Marc Albrighton hadn’t managed to diving head it wide from three yards out? Who knows.

At 1-0 down to a Steven Gerrard-less Aston Villa, many were writing the obituary to Chelsea’s Premier League title challenge. Eduoard Mendy managed to find another way to concede a bizarre goal – this time, Matt Targett’s cross deflecting off Reece James leaving Mendy approximately 30 seconds to adjust his feet and catch the ball. The keeper, however, looked like his boots were stuck in Christmas treacle and the ball looped over his head and in.

Tommy T did have a present to unwrap at halftime, though. It’s always useful when you can throw on a £90m striker when you are chasing a goal or two and Romelu Lukaku certainly delivered – first, out-er-muscling the weakest of challenges from Tyrone Mings to head home a cross and then bouncing Targett to the floor before forcing Konza to bring him down in the area. Another hop, skip and jump from Jorginho and three points were heading back to Stamford Bridge.

Arsenal are looking surprisingly good in Arsene Wenger’s favourite spot in the league – they sit happily fourth having destroyed Norwich 5-0 at Carrow Road. Bakayo Saka was doing his very best impression of Arjen Robben, cutting in from the right and scoring goals. Even Lacazette remembered how to score penalties as the Gunners opened up the gap to 5th to six points (just don’t mention the fact that Spurs have three games in hand).

Speaking of Spurs, Antonio Conte is making them a lot less rubbish than they were when he turned up. A 3-0 win over Crystal Palace was clinical and saw Harry Kane notch his best Premier League goal of the season to date. Wilf Zaha clearly didn’t fancy it, so picked up two cheap yellows in the first half.

West Ham’s attempt to challenge the top four is certainly over for another season. They fell 3-2 at home to Southampton who celebrated the win as if it meant they were staying up. West Ham were very good at getting back into the game but then very bad at not conceding moments later.

Brighton hadn’t won in 12 matches before Brentford’s visit to the Amex. Neal Maupay, not the most consistent of goalscoring options in world football, scored the killer second just before halftime.

Various Premier League clubs with more money than sense (looking at you, Newcastle) will be alerted to the fact that Gareth Bale and Isco have been stuck on the Real Madrid transfer list. 

Madrid need to free up a bit of space to make it possible to pay Chelsea’s Antonio Rudiger silly amounts per week.

As we know, the La Liga giants have no money to spend at all – which is why they are so keen for the ESL to still happen. Barcelona are getting over their lack of liquidity by being forced to only spend £50m on Ferran Torres from Man City and take on Edinson Cavani’s paltry wages.

United are looking to raid the Bundesliga for any young Germans Ralf says would make sense. Florian Wirtz, Luca Netz, Eric Martel and the magnificently named Armel Bella-Kotchap are all on their way to Old Trafford if you believe the goss – and they will be joined by Marseille’s Boubacar Kamara who will be as free as a bird come the summer.

Jose Mourinho, having hated picking young English players for all his years in England, would like Ainsley Maitland-Niles to join him and Tammy Abraham in Rome.

Finally, Leeds fans were in another meltdown after rumours broke that Raphinha was off to Bayern Munich for £50m. Relax, it’s not happening – not yet, anyway…

Today’s Tales: Could it soon be bye-bye Bielsa?

Readers, as you can imagine, I tried to get today’s column called off due to so many matches being unavailable but the FA said no. All I am asking for is some clarity on the rules. The credibility of this column is in severe doubt if some games are played and some are not. It possibly gives other columns an unfair advantage if they have columns in hand.

But, here we are – we have to go ahead and we will do the best with what we’ve got. We’ll probably end up as bedraggled and battered as Leeds, but so be it.

Let’s cast our minds all the way back to earlier in the week – there were some matches played so we should probably pass comment just to fill in some gaps.

Jacob Ramsey has been inspired by Stevie G’s arrival at Villa Park and I’m not personally convinced Gerrard could have hit one as sweet on his weaker side as the young midfielder managed against Norwich. Dean Smith must have watched some of the Villa performances wondering why he’d not seen much of that a few weeks ago – Ollie Watkins nabbed the second from a Ramsey cross.

At the Etihad, Leeds probably arrived with a plan but we can probably assume they didn’t execute it. Bielsa’s side are currently ravaged by injury, but they are also incapable of the basics of defending right now. Of course, City will smash some sides once in a while but this was different – given the regard that Peppy G holds his former mentor, this was a moment that puts a question mark over the crouched figure of Marcelo.

Southampton were missing so many players that even Shane Long got a game against Palace. Looking at the, er, form of the Saints’ frontman, it’s safe to say he wasn’t expecting the call. 

Brighton, every armchair analysts’ guilty pleasure at the start of the season, have started their descent to the bottom half of the Premier League earlier than usual. Wolves took the 1-0 win, consolidating their position as a massively inconsistent mid-table side.

It’s almost as if West Ham have suddenly looked at the table and thought “hey, we must be quite good” and from that moment have stopped doing what got them there in the first place. 600 games into David Moyes’ Premier League career and Arsenal beat him 2-0. Gabby Martinelli, who we will hear from again in a bit of a spoiler alert, was at it again but the Hammers going down to 10 men hampered their hopes of keeping the Gunners out of 4th place.

Newcastle’s plan for survival was unlikely to include getting three points from Anfield, but Eddie Howe had some right to feel a little aggrieved given how events unfolded against Liverpool. The Magpies led and there was one or two raised eyebrows at Jota’s equaliser, given Issac Hayden was flat out on the deck with a head injury. Howe didn’t do himself any favours saying the player was dazed for the next five minutes – another thumbs up to the concussion protocols there – but there’s no real way that goal should have counted. Would King Klopp’s side gone on and won anyway? Well, yeah – probably.

Chelsea seem to be finding new and creative ways to throw away a lead. This time, they stooped to the depths of letting Everton and Rafa Benitez leave the Stamford Bridge with a point.

On Sunday, against Wolves, Tuchel didn’t even want to play due to the fact he could only field England international Mason Mount, USA international Christian Pulisic and Morocco international Hakim Ziyech in their front three. Mind you, he might have had a point – and not just the point he gained in the 0-0 draw. It wasn’t a good week for Tommy T and his boys in blue.

Mind you, his week was not as bad as Bielsa’s. They followed up their 7-0 trouncing with an almost comically bad 4-1 loss at home to Arsenal that ended up being overshadowed by the behaviour of the Leeds fans, allegedly. Gabriel Martinelli got a brace and, if Arteta chooses to trust him more than the £300k-a-week former captain, he might finally get a chance to become the player he really could be.

Leeds will soon be praying that Norwich, Burnley and Newcastle all find ways to finish lower in the table than them – with Newcastle, they have a pretty good chance as their held out against City for all of ten minutes before Ciaran Clark (again) and Martin Dubravka (again) found a new way to concede a silly goal.

The biggest game of the weekend, and not just because it went ahead, was down in North London where Spurs welcomed Liverpool by giving everyone a Premier League glimpse of Dele Alli’s new hair colouring.

Considering everything that had gone before, or to be more specific, not actually gone before with all the cancellations, the Premier League weekend ended on a high with Conte and Klopp putting on a proper humdinger of a match.

Harry Kane scored, Alli showed glimpses of the 2018 peak Alli and Harry Winks looked like an actual footballer.

Liverpool, without their entire first-choice midfield and Virgil, were equally relentless but will reflect back on the fact that had Spurs been able to finish just one more of their 50 or so chances, they’d have been heading back from London once again with a defeat.

It was end-to-end and had a goalkeeping blunder from Alisson to compliment his otherwise excellent shot-stopping. There was a red card when Andy Robertson thought he’d got away with chopping down Emerson Royal before VAR intervened – the very same VAR that felt sending the England captain off on his home patch wasn’t needed.

2-2 and you just felt that was the only game you needed this weekend.

The transfer window opens in a matter of days meaning the rumours are notching up a few levels every moment that passes.

Arsenal will pay for the private jet that takes Yo-Pierre away from the Emirates and right now they will need to point it in the direction of Turin. Juventus are keen to spend the wage budget they saved when they got shot of Ronaldo.

Barcelona are thought to be keen because the small matter of £300,000 a week means nothing to them. However, they might opt for United’s Edinson Cavani instead if they remember to ask Ralf whether Edinson is fit.

Whilst they are there, the Catalan club are considering sticking Juan Mata in the basket as well given that even Anthony Martial seems to be further up the pecking order than he. Martial is, of course, being linked to Newcastle along with Jesse Lingard. They also fancy Edin Dzeko from Inter who would obviously trade in a Serie A title run for a cold, North East relegation battle.

Dele Alli also seems to be on Nicky Hammond/Eddie Howe’s respective radars – a loan from Spurs could well happen and Alli might find that Lille’s Sven Botman is a new teammate.

Having realised he spent far too long ignoring him when he was manager of Chelsea, Jose Mourinho would love to make it up to Ruben Loftus-Cheek by taking him to Rome. Tammy Abraham will be asked to make it happen.

Antonio Conte has decided the best way to make Spurs good again is to make them last season’s Inter Milan and will start with Arturo Vidal – a spring chicken at 34.

Finally, a few good results has Arsenal thinking they can sign players from Juventus like in the good old days – they fancy their Swedish winger Dejan Kulusevski.

Who (what, where, why) are ya: Can you support multiple teams?

My son has the shirts of four different football teams in his cupboard.

He is a one-year-old.

The teams in question? Swindon Town, Arsenal, Manchester City, and AFC Wimbledon. We live just outside Stockport.

Let me explain.

I was born and raised in Swindon. After watching the Division 3 Robins beat Division 1 Arsenal in the historic 1969 League Cup final at Wembley, my Dad conceded he’d never seen a team play as well as the Gunners did that afternoon, despite their loss.

So growing up we would take a trip to the County Ground to watch our home team when money allowed but, as they continued their stay in the top division, Arsenal would be on the TV in our living room a lot more and slowly became my family’s ‘Premier League team’.

When Arsène Wenger arrived in North London in 1996 and turned them into Invincibles, they simply became ‘our team’.

My wife was born and raised in Greater Manchester. She supports Manchester City because her twin brother supports Manchester United and she wanted to wind him up. ‘You have to be one or the other around here,’ she says as I type this in our kitchen opposite a wall with a faded glass frame hanging from frayed string with a scrap of paper marked with Keith Curle’s autograph.

We met in London, got married in Cheshire, and had our son in Wimbledon. In a charming coincidence, my wife’s uncle is a part of the AFC Wimbledon Dons Trust board. He was understandably quite excited to finally be sharing blood with someone born roughly two miles away from Plough Lane and celebrated by drowning us in Wombles and getting our son’s name etched into the stadium. It’s lovely.

And all of this has created a rainbow of colours in my child’s ever-growing collection of sporting baby grow gifts from family and friends. But, to be honest, it’s not too different than my own fandom.

I am a self-confessed football butterfly. I know where my roots are, and I’m proud of them, but I enjoy spending time with a whole range of footballing flowers.

It is important that I stress right now that I am no glory hunter. I simply enjoying snacking on the whole gambit of the game’s buffet of ups and downs.

I understand the enjoyment behind being part of a football tribe: the community, banding together for a common goal, wearing the exact same outfit as four of your mates in the pub. But why must that be restricted to the place you were born, or the club an adult told you to support? Why can’t you feel that connection to more than one place?

If you’re a fan of English football I bet you have an answer to the question: Who is your favourite team in Spain? Or Italy? Or Holland? Or any other league for the matter?

And I bet your answer is as thin as the reason I keep an eye out for Dunfermline Athletic’s results in the Scottish Championship (my brother-in-law’s Grandad was born there). Or why I own a Carlisle United kit (when they are abbreviated on Sky Sports it spells out my name).

Don’t get me wrong, Swindon gave me my family, lifelong friends, a love of roundabouts, and will always be my first team. They are the side I read about the most, fret about the most, and root for the most – wherever I live. But I’ve not lived in Swindon for almost as long as I did. Since I was 18 I have not lived in the same borough for more than two years at a time. I’ve called Southampton, Bournemouth, North and South and West London, and now Stockport, my home.

I helped cheer Southampton to promotion to the Premier League in 2012, praising of Rickie Lambert and Adam Lallana around the water cooler at my first job. I’ve celebrated and bemoaned and celebrated and bemoaned Eddie Howe joining and leaving and re-joining and re-leaving Bournemouth. I was at Wembley in 2016 when AFC Wimbledon beat Plymouth Argyle 2-0 in the League Two Play-Off Final. I am currently four years (and three promotions) into a Stockport County Football Manager 2021 season on my iPad.

I get a buzz from being somewhere new, physically or mentally, and collecting a club to get behind like a memorabilia magpie. As I type this, I can hear author Nick Hornby cursing my name.

In his hit 1992 memoir, Fever Pitch, about his relationship (and obsession) with Arsenal Football Club, Hornby writes, “…loyalty, at least in football terms, was not a moral choice like bravery or kindness; it was more like a wart or a hump, something you were stuck with.”

I love watching football. I love playing football. But over the last few years, I’ve found talking about football with other people a bit exhausting. In particular the theme of loyalty. The idea that we all have to be miserable in our fandom of one team that was given to us.

I can’t remember the last time a casual chat about scores or league positions hasn’t turned into someone slagging off another team with opinions rather than facts. Or someone endlessly moaning about the team they’d supposedly die for. There’s a lot of moaning when people talk about the side they support. Hornby was right when he said, “The natural state of the football fan is bitter disappointment, no matter what the score.”

Why does loyalty have to mean anger towards others? Why, because I’m wearing one colour shirt, does it mean I can’t compliment the actions of a team in a different colour shirt?

There is no question that I used to get involved with the rows and complaining in my teens and early twenties. I would wear disappointment like a badge to be proud of. I would defend Arsenal to the death if opposing fans had a go at them, even when I agreed with their criticism, and then would go full barrel on my side them when hanging out with other Gooners.

I just don’t seem to have the energy for it anymore. It’s not that I don’t care. I will cheer and clap at my TV screen when a team I like is on, I just don’t have that rage for other teams anymore. If my team lose, I can switch my brain off immediately after the final whistle. I seem to be quick to seeing the positive (I know, annoying) more than I used to. If anything, I actively search for the success of other sides, managers, and players for a reason to get behind any fixture.

I’m an absolute sucker for records being broken. And I don’t care who breaks them. Cristiano Ronaldo has 182 caps for Portugal, more than anyone, ever in international football? Lovely! Sean Dyche is the longest serving Premier League manager? Marvellous! Odsonne Édouard scored the fastest ever goal on a Premier League debut? Get in!

I enjoy a personal journey. I can’t tell you how desperate I am for Pep Guardiola to win the Champions League with City. Or how much I want Romelu Lukaku to finally be the star Chelsea hoped he would be for them in 2011. I’d love for Mark Robins to get Coventry back to the Premier League this year and for Forest Green Rovers to prove being a green football club can work and help you climb the divisions. I want Steven Gerrard to excel in his first managerial job in the Premier League with Aston Villa, goalkeeper Joe Wollacott to make the Africa Cup of Nations squad, Dean Smith to break the Norwich yo-yo curse.

When 17-year-old Louie Barry scored on his Aston Villa debut against Liverpool last season after leaving Barcelona to join his boyhood club, I punched the air for him. I enjoyed it so much I have Ipswich Town in my list of scores to check at the weekends to see how he’s doing on his loan spell (unfortunately, not very well…).

There is so much ugliness knocking about in the world at the moment, perhaps I’m just trying to find the joy in my hobbies rather than picking them a part. Maybe I’m just trying to be a fan of football as a whole before any one team.

I know that sounds wishy-washy. But creating a list of teams to follow over the years (albeit with a hierarchy. For me: Swindon then Arsenal then Bournemouth then City then Carlisle then Dunfermline) has helped me feel connected to people and parts of the country I otherwise would have been a stranger to.

I’m looking forward to seeing what team(s), if any, my son ends up supporting.

Maybe our new home of Stockport will be a team we’ll follow together. Maybe he’ll glory hunt and chase the money of Newcastle United. Maybe he’ll seek a connection with his parents’ roots and be a Robin or a Citizen. Maybe he will forever be a Womble. Who knows?

But what I do know is it’s going to be exciting boring him with the endless stakes I seem to have in every single match taking place on a Saturday.

Today’s Tales: Penalties for you, you and you but not you – definitely not you

Well, they say the top teams get those big decisions, don’t they?

The top three teams in the Premier League won their matches courtesy of penalties – and so did Manchester United. West Ham, good but not good quite enough to be considered in that group, weren’t given theirs – and you could pretty much guarantee they’d have got it had they been one of City, Liverpool or Chelsea.

Let’s be clear here – Salah made a bit of a muppet of Tyrone Mings and no matter what Stevie G thinks, that one was a pen. Admittedly, Villa probably should have had one too after Alisson pawed at Danny Ings’ shins after a bit of a cock-up in the Liverpool backline.

But City’s against Wolves? Never in a million years. The ball hits Moutinho in the armpit first before just about touching the area of the shoulder that the Premier League have gone to great lengths to explain equals ‘not handball’. Still, it helped Raheem Sterling get his 100th Premier League goal so it doesn’t really matter, right? The lack of a Wolves response also saw Ederson notch up his 100th clean sheet for City – hardly surprising given the daftest of ways Raul Jiminez found to get two yellows in the space of 30 seconds. Given how much football he missed when his cheekbone and skull got rearranged against Arsenal, you’d have thought he might have had a little more sense.

Could the Leeds and Marcelo Bielsa love-in be coming to an end? Quite possibly, though the Argentine footballguru was not helped by a shocker of a decision to give Chelsea their second, and ultimately winning, spot-kick. Rudiger, a big strong central defender, fell as if he had been kneecapped and, again, it was hard to argue ‘clear and obvious error’ once the decision had been made – in the same way there was no chance of it being overturned if that had not been given in the first place. This was the third penalty of the match – fortunately (or not, as the case maybe) there were no complaints with the other two.

Up at Carrow Road, Dean Smith called it “the softest of soft” but that’s what happens if you are Norwich and you are playing against the big boys. Cristiano Ronaldo felt Max Aarons’ hand on his shoulder for a millisecond and that is all it took for decks to be hit, whistles to be blown and fingers pointing to spots. Ronaldo, of course, needed no second invitation to bail United out once again.

As previously mentioned, West Ham will know they are truly a top-four side when they get their fair share of tight calls go their way. Their trip to Burnley was as dull as it was cold but the only hot point was when Craig Dawson was felled by Dwight McNeil in the area. If you want ‘clear and obvious’ this was a pretty suspicious candidate and you have to believe that Craig Dawson, as classic a centre-half as there appears to be left in the game, wouldn’t know how to ‘initiate contact’ even if he was told to. 

Things don’t really go your way either when you are Newcastle United – and let’s put karma to one side. Playing a Leicester side without several players available and Jamie Vardy keeping warm on the bench, they will have felt this was a chance to gather a little more momentum. That feeling didn’t last long as another penalty was given, prompting a Geordie breakdown not seen since Keegan picked up the mic back in the 90s. Leicester ran out 4-0 winners, slightly tempering the pain of finding themselves in the UEFA Conference League in the New Year.

Arsenal continue to baffle. Pierre Emerick-Aubameyang continues to deal in ill discipline. The Gunners’ skipper was dropped for the second time this term for breaking some part of the Arteta code but was not missed – if anything, his absence helped Arsenal be better (if you ignore the first 15 minutes). Southampton could be in genuine trouble this season if teams like Norwich, Newcastle and Burnley wake up a bit – they were completely out-fought and out-played by Lacazette et al.

Brentford will be thinking they should be well on the way to safety – they picked up three late points against almost-local-ish-rivals Watford on Friday night. It was the first penalty of the weekend awarded, maybe it was a clue – but it was dispatched sans-Toney and the Bees are closer to the Champions League places than to the relegation zone. The same can categorically not be said about Watford.

Everton were clearly fooled into thinking they were back at it having beaten Arsenal last time out. Crystal Palace, hardly on a great run themselves, only had to be better than Everton and, like many, they were. It’s not often, or even ever, that Palace beat Everton and it was a corker from Gallagher to seal all three points. All agent Benitez jokes aside, it would be weird if it was him who led them into a relegation battle.

Let’s take a look at the best of the rumours to inject a bit of fun into this week’s rubbish. 

Real Madrid have taken one look at Ronaldo being asked to run around a bit and reckon now is the time to tempt him back to La Liga. Makes sense, but knowing United they’ll end up with Eden Hazard in return, unless Moyes ups his £21m bid. West Ham there, looking to return to their old transfer blueprint of overpaying for old has-beens.

Ralf Rangnick has dipped deep into his scouting database and pulled out two relative unknowns that he feels could inject some energy into the team. There’s a kid playing in Germany called Jude Bellingham and another midfielder at Leeds called Kalvin Phillips. This is what he’s getting paid the big bucks for.

Rangnick clearly isn’t fussed whether Paul Pogba signs a new deal or not but one thing he is fussed about is players disappearing to sunnier climes to ‘recover from injuries’. There will no more of that on Ralf’s watch – and probably no more Anthony Martial either, who’d rather play for a club that picks him.

Having already signed an Argentine called MacAllister, Brighton want to move for a Chilean international called Brereton. Blackburn’s Ben Brereton stuck Diaz on the end of his name in a bid to ‘pay respect to his Chilean roots’ after he got called up for the last Copa America. Anyway, since becoming Brereton-Diaz he’s become rather good and Graham Potter values that rather good at £20m in January.

Barcelona, the club with no money, are ready to pay €50m+ for City’s Ferran Torres. They would also like to offer Chelsea trio Cesar Azpilicueta, Antonio Rudiger and Andreas Christensen money they don’t actually have to join them in the summer. 

Newcastle, who do have money, have decided Jesse Lingard will be their marquee signing backed up by the signatures of Aaron Ramsey and Ainsley-Maitland Niles. Don’t worry about that defence, eh Eddie?

Finally, Arsenal are prepared to offer £70m for Fiorentina goal-getter Dusan Vlahovic. Vlahovic is prepared to ignore the call and wait for something a little bit better.

Community, Football and Anti-fascism: A Non-League Revolt

Football and fascism. It’s a longstanding, yet complicated, relationship. For those looking in from the outside, the link is no surprise. Racism, homophobia and sexism endlessly taint the name of Britain’s national sport. “It’s a space for men who practice those things.” Andy, a leading supporter of Clapton CFC, succinctly states.

Couple this discrimination with the often-brutish violence of football hooliganism and why would anyone be shocked that the terraces have provided a perfect recruiting hub for an innately violent, repressive and discriminatory ideology?

Whether it’s the National Front’s permanent fixture at Stamford Bridge in the 1970s, the English Defence League’s emergence from Luton’s football hooligan scene or the recent rise (and dramatic fall) of the Football Lads Alliance. The far-right have always found football a useful tool to spread its propaganda.

Though Alfred Brown, of the anti-fascist Trade Union Football and Alcohol Committee (TUFAC), believes the acceptance of this is disappearing: “Racists are being driven out of the grounds… If you’re standing round a football ground shouting racist abuse, you’d probably be kicked to death, people just won’t put up with it. We have to let people know this.”

There is a sense of truth to what Brown is saying. Although abuse, comments and jeers do still regularly go unchallenged, it is a far cry from the atmosphere of the 70s and 80s, when black footballers faced near constant harassment from the stands.

But, it’s still there. The targets may be different. The words less doused in overt racism. Football’s far-right have adapted. Groups like the FLA base their recruitment drives in more palatable concerns, like that of extremist terrorism.

Hope Not Hate researcher Joe Mulhall talked of this with Novara Media: “If you have huge numbers of people on the streets talking about how angry they are that children are being blown up at concerts… it is very difficult to speak to them about those issues in a progressive manner.”

This discrete, veiled, form of fascism is perhaps more disturbing. It’s harder to challenge and more acceptable to join. Just look at the forty odd thousand that flooded the streets of London in the early days of the FLA. Many of the faces are the same (Ex-EDL or BNP) but, they’re hidden. In a swell of people with genuine concerns and angers.

The severity of this threat requires serious opposition. As ever, anti-fascists have been there to meet the challenge. Whether it’s the Football Lads and Lasses Against Fascism or TUFAC, nationwide groups are proudly taking on the fight. But it’s what’s happening on a local level, in the lower echelons of English football, that intrigued me…

A Small-Scale Uprising

In the past decade, various left-wing supporter groups have sprung up across non-league football. From the sticker-laden politics of West Didsbury and Chorlton to the militant anti-fascists at Clapton CFC. Taking ironic inspiration from their European counterparts, these self-described ‘Ultras’ are seeking to create a fanatical, yet inclusive, community-led game.

Fanatical is one way to describe attending a Clapton CFC game. Hilarious, joyous, mad are others. Explosions of colourful flares and the endless belting out of 80s or 90s hits, with a Tons twist, bring instant affection to this fan-owned club. Not to mention the banging cowbell…

“It was instantly everything I was looking for”, “It felt like home right away.” For Andy and Matthew, there was no looking back once they’d entered The Old Spotted Dog. “I couldn’t believe that this existed really to be honest… A place where you can go and bring in your own beer, it’s cheap, but there’s also lots of singing and there’s ultras.”

Andy’s sense of positivity, love and pure adoration for his club is replicated in each Ultra I spoke to, no matter their location or team they support.

Take Matthew Durrant of Union 1908, West Didsbury and Chorlton’s supporters union, “It’s the best place on earth, I’m absolutely in love with the place. Most of my best mates are people who I’ve met coming down to the games at West. It just warms my heart; it warms my heart so much.”

Or Adam, of Brighton-based Whitehawk FC’s own non-swearing rainbow-wearing brigade: “I went to a game and never looked back. It was absolutely the attitude of the fans which was what sold me straight away. Really friendly, really welcoming, loved to banter but it wasn’t this primitive way of doing things.”

Of course, a united sense of political will is a driving force behind this positivity. But, so is the sheer fun of it. Far from your stereotyped stony-faced all-in-black anti-fascists, these lot are having the time of their lives.

At Eastbourne Town, drums bash to the peculiar sight of dozens of Ultras shoes lofted in the air, as “Shoes off if you love the town” reverberates around The Saffrons. In East London, don’t be fooled by the glaring sights of flare-fuelled smoke filling the stands, Clapton’s own cover of ‘Girls Just Want To Have Fun’ pretty much sums up their care-free approach: “When the working day is done, Tons just wanna have fun, ohhh, Tons just wanna have fun.”

From witty chants about opposition goalies to bans on swearing. Any goading in Brighton’s run-down suburbia of Whitehawk is friendly, not aggressive. Done with a laugh and a smile, not a punch and expletive.

Even in the rainy quarters of South Manchester, West fans find endless ways to take the piss out of themselves. Their infamous “Hummus, Hummus, Hummus” chant a tribute to the hipster-clad streets Durrant descends from. “We’ve always had a tongue in cheek approach to being seen as a middle-class hipster club. We live in bloody Chorlton, what are people doing? Eating Quinoa, it’s not a real dig to point it out.”

It’s a simple, yet essential, experience for Matthew: “Going on marches all the time, it’s important that you do that but, it’s a little bit grinding and what Clapton is is where you can do that but enjoy it.” Because an expression of political will doesn’t always have to be a grind.

What strikes you when watching and talking to these ultras is that the football isn’t necessarily the most important thing. Yes, of course they want with all their will to win. But, it’s no devastation if they don’t. Because whatever happens they’ll be standing, side-by-side, with similarly minded people, singing and dancing until the end. Enjoying life.

The Politics

Not to be completely distracted by the joyous exploits of their fandom, these ultras are determined to revolt against football’s often primitive nature, both in behaviour and views: “It’s a reaction to the environment we grew up with and accepted as football fans. An environment which many people do not feel comfortable with.”

“We want to make football open and fun for everyone in our local community – and to kick out all the pricks who oppose that.” Like the others, Eastbourne Town’s Pier Pressure are unapologetic in their stance. One that hasn’t always gone down too well since their formation in 2015.

“We’ve had various disagreements with other fans about our way of supporting the club – we’re not fortunate enough to live in a liberally minded city.” But these challenges only spur them on. “What is the point in preaching to the choir or living in an echo chamber anyway? Football is about different opinions and so is life.”

Differing opinions that are even reflected amongst these ultra-groups. Whereas Clapton Ultras have a clear history of erring on the side of militant activism, attracting the likes of Matthew (“It was the fact that it was assertively anti-fascist space that was important.”), Durrant is more reserved in his description of West’s Krombacher Ultras (joking named after a German beer):

“I’m generalising but, for the majority of people, it’s just openly identifying as not being right-wing, rather than being your classic militant anti-fascists who go out and fight fascists, which obviously does have its place. It’s a banner to be like we are very openly left-wing.”

Adam is even less effusive in his description of Whitehawk’s Ultras leftist beliefs: “Some people wouldn’t call themselves left-wing, some people are just like I’m against racism, homophobia and all that, I don’t like prejudice.”

So, not an entirely united frontier of ultras… What does unite their politics is this determined anti-racist, anti-sexist, anti-homophobia stance. A will to confront. Not sit in awkward silence waiting for someone else to call out the sexist comment shouted from the row below.

“If you’ve got racist incidents then you stand up to it. You react to it.”

For Adam, this mantra is personal. At a young age, back in Poland, he witnessed the worst of football’s far-right hooliganism.

“It was watching my local team, that I used to absolutely love. I remember coming back to the opening game of the season and seeing a few hundred people Sieg Hielling and I was like ‘what the fuck is this?’ I was absolutely heartbroken.”

A memory that haunts but, also drives a belief in creating an inclusive footballing environment: “Because football should be for all, we actually mean it when we say football is for all. We do mean it. It should be for all. If you were some sort of minority, you should be comfortable to come to the game, not to feel worried about being assaulted or abused.”

‘Football for all’, it’s a phrase you often hear banded about by clubs, as if stating it magically makes it a reality. This isn’t the case at Whitehawk. Since the Ultras were founded in 2011, both the club and supporters have put in a determined effort to engage and include Brighton’s LGBTQ+ community. To allow them to feel relatively comfortable in an environment often tarred by homophobic undercurrents. A success? It’s hard to measure but, the numbers are moving in the right direction.

This thinking is at the heart of why this Ultra-uprising has occurred. Fans seeking to change the atmosphere from the bottom-up. Matthew may disagree on the wording but his sentiment sits along the same lines.

“People always chat about football for all, what I want Clapton, or what I want more places to be actually, not just Clapton, is first and foremost for everyone else. I can go fucking anywhere. Big, loud, lairy, fat bastard. I can go anywhere, footballs for me. I want us to think about how we make football for other people first.”

And where better to try than at Clapton. A club steeped in history. That Walter Tull, one of England’s first black professional footballers, began his career at. That owns the oldest senior football ground in London: The Old Spotted Dog.

A Sense of Community

In 2012, a group of locals set about making this peculiarly-named corner of East London their new home. Declaring themselves left-wing ultras, it soon “became the club that London anti-fascists, punks adopted” with rocketing attendances.

Fast-forward a few years and the ultras faced their defining moment. A chance to put their politics into practice. After a season-long united boycott due to plentiful disputes with the club’s owner Vincent McBean, some fans decided to go their own way. In January 2018 Clapton Community Football Club was born. Andy explains:

“We don’t call ourselves a breakaway team or a phoenix team or any of that right. We consider ourselves to be the true successors of the Clapton’s members club. Because they were always a member’s club and we view the guy who came in as illegitimate, he took over and stopped it being a democratic club and stopped there being voting rights.”

After some convincing, the whole fanbase deserted McBean’s Clapton. Leaving them unable to pay  The Old Spotted Dog’s rent and allowing Clapton CFC to take complete ownership of the ground in 2020 (helped by the sale of an infamous away shirt). A remarkable turnaround for this radically-minded set of supporters, or as Matthew puts it: “We own a fucking football ground!”

A community-owned football ground run by anti-fascist ultras. If there is one example of what this bottom-up movement is seeking to do, this is it. A space for the community, owned by the fans.

“Anybody that is a political activist in the UK should be paying attention to this. It’s important for people, in this country particularly, at this time especially, to see examples of community organising winning and community organising doing something that seems like it’s just for grown-ups, the status quo.”

“We are going to be running it so that it’s giving something positive to people in the neighbourhood.” Matthew’s passionate devotion reflects the community ideals he sought when ditching his beleaguered Newcastle United. Ideals that led Durrant to say goodbye to Leeds and Elland Road. Ideals that, like their determination for an inclusive sport, bind these differing sets of ultras together.

For Durrant, founding Union 1908 in 2019, after years of supporting West as a Krombacher Ultra, was the epitome of this. It provided an official space to “grow that sense of community” and further the work they already did. To which he then proudly lists off the impressive work the fans do with asylum seekers, food banks and local youth projects.

“I think having a community club that does focus on the things that matter to you outside of football and that isn’t necessarily just all about getting the best players in, spending the most money and being top of the table. It’s something you can do as a fan that increases your sense of community and makes you feel a part of it.”

Not just a blip in an ocean of supporters, this is his community. A community he’s helped build as an ultra. A community that reflects his ideals. That is the appeal to him and the others. They’re at the heart of the process. A process which is not only part of the local community but, provides a service to it.

A feeling that’s shared across all four clubs, as Matthew epitomises: “It’s about getting involved, it’s not just about having a share on a piece of paper, it’s about having a part in building the club. That’s the kind of democracy I like.”

No wonder fans are flocking down, seeking this utopian form of football. So distant it is from the overpriced commercially-obsessed clubs of the Premier League and Championship. Across the spectrum, crowd sizes have rocketed.

West Didsbury and Chorlton recently set a new record attendance of 890. Whitehawk regularly get upwards of 300 through the gates. Eastbourne Town match the leagues above in attendance. And Clapton, an 11th tier club, often reach the upper hundreds on big game days. This is in stark contrast to the measly double-figures that were regularly trudged out pre-ultras.

Whatever your views, there is no denying this is a popular movement. Durrant sees the correlation as lying firmly in the politics: “The more that we’ve been able to show our identity, not that there is one identity, it seems to encourage more people to come down who think similarly.”

Moving up the Pyramid

Can it be replicated? Every Ultra I spoke to supports a club residing in the 8th tier or below. It’s a long way from the overpriced heavily-marketised haunts of Premier League football. This is why it works, it’s easy to change the matchday experience of a club when it only had 20 or so supporters beforehand. Twenty-odd thousand? That’s a whole different ballpark.

“On that level (the Premier League), it’s never going to happen. But I think that level of the game is completely detached from community and reality anyway.” In Durrants case, it’s not about changing a part of the game he feels is already lost. “I can’t see them ever becoming more rooted in the community.”

It’s about providing a space in football that actually contrasts the upper echelons of it. That provides this community-led inclusive environment to those alienated by the mainstream. Even rising up a couple divisions puts doubts in his mind:

“Once you get to a certain level, you realise it can’t always be idealistic. Once you get to say the 6th or 7th tier, you’re starting to pay lads £500 a game and it gets to the point where winning becomes really important because you’re an actual business, not a volunteer-run club.”

It’s a feeling shared by Andy: “The top goal isn’t to go up the pyramid, the top goal is to keep what we believe in and are true to.” Like Durrant, Andy believes higher up equals compromising on aspects they wouldn’t want to, including the basic fun factor.

He fears a level “Where you can’t just have a drink and watch the game or you need that kind of officious stewarding.” In an unofficial capacity, he hints that the club may get to a point “Where we win a league and we turn down promotion and stay at that level.” A remarkable admission to mainstream fans, who spend their lives begging to realise the dreams of top-tier football.  But, for him, their values and matchday experiences are more important than success.

Adam, on the other hand, does believe in a ‘project’ to upturn the game: “I think football does have the ability to change. Football has the ability to change from the bottom to the top” He’s even confident it’s happening now: “Things are changing, they’re just changing slowly.”

On a local level, Whitehawk Ultras are already having an impact: “We were a part of the inspiration for Eastbourne Town Ultras so, we have inspired some people on a local scale and realistically, that is all you can hope for.”

Adam’s beacon of optimism is a reminder that this is a movement on a very small, local, scale. A fact that possibly makes it even more remarkable. This fascinating enclave of radical ultras are attracting people to a level of the game often unheard of. The Isthmian League South East Division doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue.

Dredging through pouring rain to watch football of a standard not much higher than Sunday League may seem strange, even deranged. But, listen to the love and happiness radiating from these supporters and you’ll understand. I do.

Seeing it for myself has brought into question my own support of mainstream clubs. Highlighting how far they have come from football’s supposed community roots and the distance their realities sit from my own politics. A fact I knew but was unwilling to confront.

They may not expect to overhaul the game immediately (or ever) but these ultras are creating an inclusive space to have fun, and enjoy the sport. Not feel the guilt of funding ridiculous wages or existing in a vacuum of morality.

“Another way of supporting a football club is possible.” – Eastbourne Town’s Pier Pressure.

Today’s Tales: F*** me, Fred!

Well, it certainly wasn’t a slow waltz but it certainly wasn’t rock’n’roll either. Ralf Ragnick’s Manchester United debut was more like a drunken dance in the club – you think it will look good, you hope it will look good but even with the best of intentions, it’s all arms and legs everywhere with little coordination.

Of course, the latest German to come and save English football has only had one session to get his user-specific pattern of play into the United players’ brains – brains that need retraining, apparently. But they showed some willingness to run around – even that old bloke upfront.

After his ‘moment’ against Arsenal, not many would have had money on Fred being Ralf’s match-winner – the fact it fell on his right foot probably meant he didn’t have to think too much before curling it away into the top corner.

The plan to modernise Manchester United is underway and there was another United manager who started an era of success with a 1-0 win over Palace. Just saying.

Sunday’s match at Old Trafford was hardly enough to get the top three quaking in their boots. Chelsea had other things to be worrying about, like how on earth did Arthur Masuaka’s cross end up in the back of their net? Edouard Mendy, probably still smarting from giving away a penalty in the first half, was understandably expecting the ball to come flying across the face of his goal, not bizarrely ending up sneaking into the near post.

West Ham deserved their win, make no mistake. Moyes Boys needed a performance and they certainly put one in, knocking their city rivals off top spot and keeping themselves in the running for a top-four finish. Chelsea are having a bit of a wobble, and then you bring on a €90m+ centre forward to make an impact as a sub, you’d hope he had more of an impact than Romelu Lukaku.

They were replaced at the top firstly by King Kloppo’s Liverpool. Their 1-0 win over Wolves would have been sorted out far sooner had Diogo Jota done anything other than smash it straight into Conor Coady’s, er, nuts. It took ‘legend’ Divock Origi to bail his side out with a late winner having come off the bench. That’s how you do it, Rom.

Liverpool’s stay at the summit was expected to be short-lived as Man City only had to worry about Watford at Vicarage Road. That said, in six Premier League outings Claudio Ranieri had only been beaten by City the once. We can now officially chalk that up as twice in seven as City swept past the Hornets 3-1 without really breaking too much sweat. Once again, Bernardo Silva showed why he gets the special seat on the bus this season – scoring yet again.

Tottenham beat Norwich 3-0, yet the real news from North London was that Harry Kane failed to score again. Lucas Moura, immediately benefitting from Antonio Conte’s tough love, scored a bit of a belter.

We can no longer point and laugh at Newcastle having all that money but no wins. They finally got off the mark, courtesy of Nick Pope randomly dropping the ball and Callum Wilson scoring with a clever little finish. Eddie Howe is up and running at St James’ Park and you’d have to give them a little hope of staying up now. Assuming Burnley and Sean Dyche do what they always do, who else could join Norwich in leaving the Premier League this season?

Of course, it might not even be Norwich. It might be Leeds, a team I tipped to finish 6th this season – shades of me suggesting Leicester being relegated the season they won the damn thing there. Brentford looked like they’d punched Bielsa in the gut once more until Patrick Bamford reappeared from injury off the bench and scored a late leveller. Rom? Rom? Are you watching?

If you want a striker to consistently score late equalisers, look no further than Brighton’s Neal Maupay. He followed up his midweek heroics with the goal that earned a point against ‘local’ rivals Southampton. Is it really a derby? I don’t think so and I suspect the Southampton fans agree.

Now, given that Kasper Schmeichel is quicker than Jamie Vardy chasing down a through ball when it comes to challenging a referee’s decision, does that suggest that he knew that goal should have counted? I’ll readily admit, I thought you have to have two hands on the ball ‘to be in control’ of it but the law does say one – unless, of course, it’s straight after a save or rebound. Er, like it was at Villa Park. 

VAR has generally meant the right decision is stumbled upon eventually, but in this case it seems to have got it very wrong – Michael Oliver sees a still of Schmeichel pinning the ball to the ground before he sees anything else so that’s got to be his first impression. And then, we learn, his footage doesn’t show Leicester’s captain pushing the ball out in the first movement. It’s no wonder he disallowed it with that evidence.

This season, Leicester are frighteningly bad in defence and managed to defend their first-half lead for less time than it took Oliver to decide that Jacob Ramsey’s goal was a no-go. Villa’s second was the 7th Brentan’s lot have conceded from corners this season. It’s fair to say Stevie G has made a bit of an impact. Rodgers, with each passing week, looks more likely to be fighting for his job than getting a call from United.

Up at Goodison, all is not well. After the hammering by Liverpool, rumours started swirling that some of the board had had enough of Rafa already. It was suggested an emergency meeting took place late on Saturday night to discuss the Champions League-winning gaffer’s position – yet it was Director of Football Marcel Brands who found himself unemployed on Sunday.

It’s been a while since we had a bit of a giggle at the latest transfer rumours and with January approaching fast we may as well jump right in.

Newcastle are obviously going to spend a bit of cash after Christmas and they are believed to be super-keen on Jesse Lingard, naturally, and Atletico’s England international right-back Kieran Trippier. It categorically won’t be long before Barcelona get in touch with the new owners offering them their pick of Ousmane Dembele, Philippe Coutinho or Clement Lenglet. Howe, however, would rather Burnley’s Ben Mee and James Tarkowski. Of course, he would.

If Everton do go a bit crazy and sack Benitez, they’ve got their eye on rescuing Jose Mourinho from doing another terrible job at Roma. It would appear the main requirement Everton have when recruiting is that you have to have managed Real Madrid in the past or fancy the Barcelona job in the future.

Barca have seen enough of Ferran Torres being Sergio Aguero’s replacement at City for them to want him to be Sergio Aguero’s replacement at the Camp Nou.

Finally, the rumour mill went into overdrive after RB Leipzig sacked Jesse Marsch on Sunday – Ralf’s number two in the not-too-distant with the promise of being the big man next season if Rangnick chooses not to suggest himself for the full-time gig?

Today’s Tales: Why is it always you, Fred?

The festive period must be soon upon us as we were treated to a full midweek programme of proper Premier League football. And boy, did it serve up some things for us to point the finger-of-fun at.

It would be remiss of me to start anywhere other than Old Trafford, of course. Michael Carrick remained in charge after Herr Rangnick’s work permit was delayed and United’s ex-midfielder will leave his temporary gig reputation very much intact with two wins and a draw.

Let us not let Carrick’s impressive mini-tenure distract us from the real talking point of the match, though. David de Gea and Fred are two players who certainly have endured raised eyebrows due to their performances during the Ole Gunnar Solskjaer era – even if DDG seems to have returned to his shot-stopping best this season. But, the goal conceded against Arsenal was pure comedy gold.

Fred, seemingly incapable of cleaning out any of his opponents in the middle of the park, managed to nobble his goalkeeper as a set-piece came in. De Gea, clearly thinking an Arsenal play had trodden on his little toe, hit the deck expecting a foul to be given because, you know, keepers are a protected species and if you breathe on them it is foul. DDG was rolling around on his line with his back to goal as the ball fell to Arsenal’s Emile Smith-Rowe who then shinned it towards goal from outside the area.

Of course, the ball went it – had De Gea been lying down facing the game, he could have stuck his arms out and saved it. The ref nearly gave a foul and avoided looking like a total idiot by not giving said foul. I would love to think that he quickly thought, “VAR’s got this if I am wrong” but we’ll never know as they don’t talk to us. 

Rangnick was in the stands watching the chaos – and given he is a coach that likes to mention the word ‘control’ sixteen times an interview, he would have been forgiven for thinking that the issues run deeper than expected with United. And, of course, Ronaldo – the player every armchair analyst is saying cannot play Rangnickball – bailed United out once again with the brace that got all three points.

What will it be with Ronaldo? Does he not press because he is not asked to or because he does not want to? I guess we will find out soon.

There were some glorious internet memes doing the rounds following Liverpool taking their local rivals to the cleaners in the Merseyside Derby. Shots of stewards forcing Everton fans back into the ground to watch the ritual humiliation are obviously fake but funny nonetheless.

I said last week that what is Rafa actually meant to do given the injuries and the lack of money he had to sort out a pretty ropey squad? Well, one answer is probably “don’t go two in the middle of the park against Liverpool’. Benitez, the defensive tactical mastermind, got that slightly wrong. Liverpool cruised and Mo Salah, that finish was a little bit sexy.

League leaders Chelsea were bang average against Claudio’s Watford. Sure, they won 2-1 but they needed Mason Mount to come off the bench and change the game for them. The injuries are mounting up (no pun intended) for Tuchel as Chalobah joined Kante, Chilwell and a few others on the sideline.

If Mo Salah’s finish rated high on the sex-appeal-ometer, Bernardo Silva’s volley for Man City at Villa Park was off the chart. The Portuguese is this season’s Ilkay Gundogan for Pep – by which we mean a sudden flavour of the month who has become the glue holding the team together. Stevie G reckons his Villa side had City worried. The rest of us felt City probably kept a little bit in the tank given the run of games they are about to face.

Leicester would do well to fix their defence in January if none of their proper defenders are due back from injury soon. Not many sides have conceded more than Brentan’s lot – though they do appear to have found the old James Maddison down the back of the sofa and are using him to great effect.

Neal Maupay added to the cool midweek goals list with a late leveller against West Ham at the Athletic’s Stadium. The Moysiah is on a mini-slump and will hope to see the early season form reappear sometime soon – unless it is a cunning plan to get their new Czech investor to put his hand in his pocket in the window.

Leeds got a much-needed win at home to Palace, courtesy of a late pen from Raphinha. Newcastle are very much missing a much-needed win following their 1-1 draw at home to Norwich. Eddie Howe was left scratching his head at Ciaran Clark’s brainfart leading to a 9th-minute red card. Newcastle led before Pukki got Dean Smith a point.

Finally, the less said about Wolves’ nil-nil with Burnley the better for all of us.

Today’s Tales: Hang on, could that be called a good week for United?

Whisper it quietly, but have Manchester United actually made a good decision? No, no – not sacking Ole. That’s last week’s news (but was a good decision). I’m talking about bringing in Ralf Rangnick for the rest of the season and then to stick around for a couple of years, turning Old Trafford back into a home for a football club, not a commercial business.

Rangnick’s pedigree is about taking teams from lower divisions – Hoffenheim and RB Leipzig in Germany – and moving them up to the top divisions. Anyone who has seen much of United this season can surely feel the similarities in scenario.

Credit to Michael Carrick, though – he was determined to show what he could do. It just turned out “do” was picking McFredtic to compete with Chelsea’s midfield (even if they were sin Kante). He also chose to rest/drop Ronaldo on the day he was going to be marked by someone older than him. It’s decisions that shape your career, they say.

Mind you, United’s rope-a-dope ploy very nearly got all three points. Jorginho, who you suspect rates himself very, very highly, tried to pluck one out of the sky and only managed to assist Jadon Sancho’s first-ever Premier League goal. Carrick would have got the win had Aaron Wan-Bissaka’s fall from the “best defensive right back in the world” pedestal United fans put him on continued. AWB got tricked into kicking Thiago Silva and conceding the pen.

The finest moment of the 90? The note handed to Fred as a substitution was made – if it didn’t say “next time you think of shooting, give it to Ronaldo you idiot” then there is no point bringing notes on to the pitch.

Up at the Etihad, Man City faced the double jeopardy of a West Ham side keen to put last weekend’s slip against Wolves firmly behind them and the dreaded snow. Personally, I thought it might have been another cute Moysiah ploy – hiding a yellow ball in the white stuff so that City could not have it all to themselves for 90 minutes. As good a theory as it was, City still managed to find it often enough to win the game 2-1. Also, I suspect Aaron Cresswell saw an easy way to get in the nice warm changing rooms and took it in a heartbeat.

Liverpool were in further record-breaking form at Anfield – scoring two or more once again (I can’t recall the actual record broken and you should know by now the research efforts that go into all of this) and winning a Saturday 3pm fixture for about the 50th time in a row. 4-0 was the score against Southampton who thought they might confuse King Kloppo’s men by going three at the back and, ultimately, baffling only themselves. 

On current form, Bobby Firminio might do well to let that hamstring take even longer to repair – Diogo Jota’s filling that hole more than adequately.

Arsenal continue to quietly sort themselves out. Most eyes were on Newcastle, wondering whether Eddie Howe being on the actual touchline might lead to a first win of the season. Watching Alain Saint-Maximin play as a false 11 soon answered that question, though Howe might have had a little point about Callum Wilson being barged over in the box moments before Martinelli scored a corker of a goal with his first touch.

Maybe, just maybe, the Newcastle owners have been sensibly looking into the future and noticed a promotion from the Championship on Eddie’s CV? They are going to need more than a pot of money and some refreshing training sessions to keep them up at this rate.

Steven Gerrard rarely got one over Partick Vieira when it came to winning Premier Leagues as a player, so he’ll be delighted to have seen off his former midfield rival at Selhurst Park. Palace, the side most of us (OK, me) got completely wrong preseason hadn’t been beaten at home this season until Stevie G rocked up and allowed Ashley Young to inspire them to three points. Now that’s management. 

Norwich City are suddenly looking anything but a soft touch. Granted, a 0-0 draw against a Wolves team that can find plenty of ways not to score is not often something to get too excited about but Norwich would have categorically lost that match earlier in the season. That’s three unbeaten Premier League matches in a row now – there’s at least one club in Manchester that would love that kind of form.

Everton fans were the current holders of ‘which fans are annoying me most this season’ until the final whistle went at the Amex Stadium on Saturday night. Having just seen their side dominate a game against Leeds but only walk away with a 0-0 draw, a result that saw a club that could always be in a relegation battle any day of the week sit 8th in the table, the Brighton fans booed their team off. I like Graham Potter more than I like his beard, but I think he was completely right to have a bit of a pop at them after the game. They’ll probably be calling for him to be sacked next week.

Up at Goodison, Rafa is still copping the grief for the hand he has been dealt for years of mismanagement at Everton. The Toffees lost 1-0 away to Brentford, a club run with a bit of a plan and a lot of common sense – something in short supply on the blue side of Merseyside. Sure, the football isn’t that pretty at the moment but then Benitez is without Dominic Calvert-Lewin, has only just seen Doucoure return and had to pick Alex Iwobi. Plus, it doesn’t really help if Andros Townsend dangles his foot around opposition noses in the penalty area, does it?

Jamie Vardy is still Jamie Vardying. You’d have thought Claudio Ranieri might have had a plan to stop him. Leicester have been bang average so far this season, but this was one of their more entertaining performances, beating Watford 4-2. Vardy got two identikit Vardy goals but the best of the day was James Maddison’s. Hiding behind the Watford defenders, you suspect Maddison might have shouted “keeper’s!” the way they ducked and let it run through to him. I have a lot of time for that, you scamp.

Finally, I thought they were made of stern stuff up in Burnley? Called off for a bit of snow? I can’t imagine Sean Dyche was too impressed at that news – he strikes me as the kind of PE teacher that would have made you do cross country in your pants if you’d have forgotten your kit.

Today’s Tales: “It’s time for me to go” says Ole as if we didn’t know that weeks ago

It was a sad, sad day on Merseyside as well as the blue half of Manchester. At least nobody could say they didn’t see it coming. Maybe they were not expecting a 4-1 defeat at Vicarage Road, but it’s been pretty clear Ole’s grip of the wheel has become a little loose this season.

As Watford’s third and fourth went in during injury time, an emergency board meeting was called where it was agreed that Solsjkaer would be sacked and it would be called mutual consent. Personally, if he hadn’t been sacked last night, I think he should have resigned.

United were so bad that they made Watford look very, very good. Don’t forget, the Hornets also missed a penalty and had the extra difficulty of facing a United defence without Maguire for half an hour or so.

The timing of the decision shows once again where United are at in terms of decision making – an ideal candidate in Antonio Conte was allowed to put pen-to-paper at Spurs when it was as clear back then as it is now that OGS would be leaving. Why did they not move heaven and earth to snap up the Italian?

Probably because they were hoping Solskjaer could survive until the end of the season, stay in the Champions League and set the table nicely for Pochettino to take over in the summer. Best laid plans, and all that.

Instead, United have handed the interim reigns to Michael Carrick until they can persuade someone to come in for the rest of the season. We can assume it won’t be Giggsy. German Ralf Rangnick is apparently keen to caretake, allowing the club time to get Fergie to Paris to wine and dine Poch repeatedly until he signs. Wayne Rooney’s name has been mentioned as well, though you’d imagine even the Derby County gig is probably a quieter life than this one right now.

Ronaldo wants Luis Enrique, apparently, though it’s unlikely he’d want to come and sort out a big mess instead of taking Spain into another World Cup – he pretty much said as much pondering whether it was ‘April Fool’s Day?’ when asked about it. Zidane is learning English and the United board are thought to be interested but his missus isn’t that keen. Something to do with swapping Madrid for Manchester and the small increase in rainfall. Mendes wants it to be Lopetegui. With Fergie categorically wanting Pochettino, I guess we are about to learn who actually runs the club now.

Liverpool had quite a relaxing weekend, all things told. Arsenal might be much-improved and in Aaron Ramsdale, they do seem to have found a genuine heir to David Seaman (finally), but they are still a million miles off teams that might actually win the title.

Mikel Arteta seemed to be running around the touchline more than his entire midfield and it was his clash with King Klopp that really fired Liverpool up as they moved through the gears in their 4-0 win. 

Man City did what Man City do, picking a fairly random XI and refusing to let Everton play with the same ball as they strolled to a 3-0 win. Raheem Sterling, apparently keen to persuade his bosses to replace Sergio Aguero at Barcelona seeing that they won’t let him replace Sergio Aguero at Man City, scored a lovely goal just to remind us that he is still a Premier League player.

At the King Power, Chelsea pushed Brendan Rodgers further down the Old Trafford shortlist by taking Leicester apart with minimal effort. Antonio Rudiger showed why the club are much keener than he to get a new deal done. Leicester though – there won’t be any last-minute bottling of the Champions League spots this season.

Steven Gerrard had the dream start at Villa Park, especially if you class a dream start as a pretty turgid first 80 minutes and then two strikes late on to take three points. Brighton seem to be regressing to the Brighton of last season at great pace – dominating matches and managing to lose.

Dean Smith also bounced and bounced high. Norwich fell behind to Southampton and many would have expected the Canaries to pop their clogs as per usual. But, they rallied and came back to win 2-1 – increasing the pressure on everyone else around them.

Eddie Howe was unable to make it a new manager clean sweep, even from his Newcastle hotel suite. If this is the level of entertainment the St James’ faithful can expect then it will be a lot more fun at the club from now – even if the amount of wins remains the same. Brentford also cared little for the defensive fineries of the game, and 3-3 was a fair, if not unexpected result.

Mind you, if you thought that 3-3 was unlikely I’d love to know of anyone that whacked Burnley and Palace down as 3-3 on their acca. Christian Benteke was on fire scoring twice but it was Maxwel Cornet who stole the show with his reverse-angle Marco van Basten tribute.

West Ham will have spent the international break reading how good they are, how they are genuine top four contenders and how they are very, very lucky to have David Moyes. You suspect Wolves might have read the same media as they were very good value for their 1-0 win.

We’ll probably never know exactly what was said in the Spurs dressing room at halftime, but I very much doubt Antonio Conte was calmly sipping some herbal tea and telling everyone to stay calm. Tottenham were non-existent once again in their first half against Leeds, notching up yet another half without a shot on target. The second period was a little different, however – Spurs playing like a side that might have had their first glimpse of an angry Italian. Do you think he cares?

Today’s Tales: Three managers gone and not one of them called Ole

Well folks, who’d have thought it? Three managers sacked in the Premier League since we last spoke and none of them go by the name of Ole Gunnar Solskjaer.

Credit to Norwich and Villa – that’s how you sack a manager. Cold, clinical and most importantly – well before my deadline for this column. Tottenham, you couldn’t even get that right, could you?

It’s hard to believe that Daniel Levy ever truly thought Nuno was a good idea given that he was 9th choice and he got such a short contract. But it was a shame to see such a good man dismissed and replaced in a matter of hours.

Of course, losing 3-0 to a team as utterly rubbish as Manchester United is never a good look – but you have to wonder exactly what has changed enough for Antonio Conte to take over now rather than in the summer. Personally, I am not buying a single word of the ‘emotion’ around leaving Inter. Maybe I am cynical, but it might have a little more to do with the fact that Harry Kane is clearly going nowhere and Levy is now desperate enough to throw Conte a January war chest full of readies to go and spend on players like AC Milan’s Franck Kessie.

At least Spurs got their man, this time, which is more can be said for Newcastle United. News broke that Unai Emery was to be the new man in the St James’ Park hot-seat. Apparently, Emery beat Eddie Howe to the job. It was 99.9% done, according to the journos competing with each other to look like they broke the story – the only problem being, the leak to the press meant the deal fell apart. 

Emery, a little miffed that it was announced before a contract was signed and his team played that evening, backtracked quicker than any Newcastle midfielder this season – leaving Eddie Howe to take a seat at the Amex (he does realise the side doesn’t actually play on the South Coast, right?) putting a brave face on the fact he wasn’t the man they really wanted.

As for Daniel Farke, the joy of finally winning a Premier League match can’t have lasted long seeing he was given the bullet in the away changing room after Norwich’s 2-1 over Brentford. And Dean Smith? Well, Villa no longer have a fan in charge after he was sacked after the Friday night defeat to Southampton. Just FYI to both clubs, Neil Warnock is back on the market and very keen to add to the 1603 matches he’s done so far.

So, at the time of writing, OGS is still in paid employment. United’s battering in the Manchester Derby was as bad as it was against Liverpool a fortnight ago – had David de Gea not thrown himself back to the era when he was possibly the best in the world, United could have been six down at half-time. De Gea, amongst all his amazing saves, still found time to throw one in, competing with Eric Bailly for the most comical goal of the match. 

For all United fans still not quite sure where they sit in the football world right now – remember this. Had City and Liverpool chosen to keep going rather than rest their legs, both could have scored eight, nine or even ten against you. But hey, Ronaldo eh? He’ll sell some shirts, that boy.

Chelsea ended the weekend still top-of-the-tree despite failing to see off Burnley at Stamford Bridge. Tommy T’s men had nearly 30 shots at goal and managed to score once. Dyche’s lot – well they needed little of the ball and very few chances to get their solitary goal. A fine point in the context of the weekend, really.

Liverpool’s unbeaten record ended at the hands of the 1000-up Moysiah at the Athletic’s Stadium. Alisson had one of those moments punching a corner into his own net before predictably suggesting he was fouled. Liverpool looked shaky as (again) in defence meaning West Ham are now above them in the Premier League table. Mind you, slip or no slip, Aaron Cresswell should have gone for his foul on Jordan Henderson. Just ask Mason Holgate.

Up at Everton, Conte’s league era got underway much in the same way Nuno’s ended – an anonymous Harry Kane, no shots on target and, obviously, no goals. It could have been worse had VAR not insisted Everton’s penalty got overturned. Mind you, Richarlison spends so long on the floor it is hard to know whether he’s ever actually been touched or not. VAR was not Rafa’s friend as Holgate’s yellow was upgraded to red after they realised he’d taken someone out two-footed above the knees. Still, not a red in East London, apparently.

If Leeds had just kept their legs shut for another minute, they might have got another win. Bielsa’s boys led 1-0 against Leicester before conceding immediately after the restart – is it just me, or is that happening a lot more this season? The point keeps them three away from the drop zone, just above managerless Villa. Oh, John Terry for that gig anyone?

Crystal Palace’s evolution into being a decent to watch, unlikely to actually go down football team continued with a fine 2-0 win over Wolves, a victory that owed as much to VAR as it did to Wilf Zaha et al. That Conor Gallagher, there will be a bun-fight for him in the summer, that’s for sure.

Arsenal are up to 5th after Emile Smith-Rowe managed to score a goal that was not ruled out for offside against Watford. Arteta has now managed 100 games for Arsenal and probably deserves this mini-break from being close to the exit door.

And we leave it here, pondering whether the next time we speak Frank Lampard and John Terry might be Premier League managers. Solksjaer will be, naturally – that guy seems to be fireproof.

Today’s Tales: Pep’s win % takes a hit, more Potter magic and the Moysiah in 4th

Folks, as we slide into November’s DMs it is the time of year where I typically owe a few football clubs an apology. Already, a mere 10 matches into the Premier League season, there’s a bit of a list – so Crystal Palace, Leeds, Tottenham and more, humble pie is being served hot or cold. It is your choice.

All the pre-match statistical chatter was around how Peppy G had managed to win something like 286 of his first 199 Premier League matches. Of course, that is mathematically impossible – but the way people were talking up his first 199 outings with a win % that has absolutely no correlation to the amount of money spent, you kinda knew what was about to happen when Palace took to the field.

Ah yes, apologies. I might have suggested that Vieira might challenge Frank de Boer in terms of short Selhurst Park stays and it would appear I’m a little wide of the mark on this one. Vieira is now being talked up as the heir to Pep’s throne following their 2-0 win at the Etihad. Sure, it helps when Aymeric Laporte manages to increase the difficulty of the task ahead – getting a red card on the halfway line for dragging someone down. We’ve all seen Palace score hundreds of goals, running in behind from the halfway line, rounding the keeper and tucking home, haven’t we? Yes, a definite goal-scoring opportunity.

Either way, Palace deserved their win – sure, City had a goal disallowed as well and Ederson will still be wondering how Zaha’s bobbler with his left went in but Palace were good value for all three points. One of the biggest questions post-match was how on Earth Chelsea will find space for Conor Gallagher next season?

Crisis rarely hangs around too long in football as the baton is often passed along quite quickly. And so, at Tottenham’s wonderful ground which has basically cost them having a decent team, Ole Gunnar Solskjaer mixed it up and came up with a winning combination against Spurs. The answer was going with a 70-year-old strikeforce, duh.

Ronaldo and Cavani schooled Tottenham’s backline and Harry Kane successfully played Harry Maguire back into a bit of form. Nuno is on borrowed time at the Lane – taking off your brightest attacking spark when 2-0 down is never going to go down well with fans that still buy into the whole ‘to dare is to do’ guff. And Spurs fans, you are the second apology as pillorised Levy for not sorting Nuno out with the gig earlier when it was clear the likes of Conte weren’t coming. I’ve said it before, I know nothing. Nothing!

Graham Potter magicked up a comeback at Anfield, seeing his Brighton team turn over a 2-0 deficit and leave Liverpool’s gaff with a point. If Spurs and United are still mulling over their managerial options, they really couldn’t do much better than offering Potter the next rung on his career ladder. Liverpool didn’t look perfect at the back at Old Trafford – it’s amazing how scoring five can paper over some cracks – and Brighton took full advantage.

Getting rid of Steve Bruce has certainly helped life at St James’ Park. Newcastle held out for over half a game before Chelsea took complete and utter control, their right-back scoring twice to become their leading Premier League scorer. Their second top scorer? Yeah, their left-back. Chelsea still top the table and yet nobody is really talking about them.

Arsenal earn the third apology – it is possible I judged them a little too early and might have laughed a little too hard at them paying all that money on Aaron Ramsdale. They blew a Leicester side, clearly thinking about the extra hour in bed they were getting later, out of the water in the first 15 minutes at the King Power and then were grateful to their keeper for keeping them at bay. Ramsdale made save after save and it does feel like something is coming together for Arteta now.

Sean Dyche has been at Burnley for nine years now. Nine years – people get less for armed robbery. In something that is absolutely 100% not a publicity stunt, the club announced that a former NFL player has bought a stake in the club, a guy also keen to pass on his knowledge of how to win. Well, whatever he said worked as Burnley notched up their first win of the Premier League season and Maxwel Cornet is the current holder of the “must be the best signing of the season, surely?” award – previously held by Demarai Gray.

Claudio Ranieri was disappointed to see Southampton beat his Watford side 1-0 at Vicarage Road. The Saints had one shot on target and one was all they needed – Che Adams curling it top bins to take the points. Ranieri was brought in to provide stability – well, the club have been bobbins, brilliant and now mediocre in his three outings so far. Mind you, the last time he lost to the South Coast side he got the boot from Leicester. You’d think that isn’t going to happen this time but, you know, Watford and all that.

Norwich’s statement in the press midweek carried more punch than their performance against Leeds. The Canaries started a run of matches against teams they really need to win pretty poorly as a very average showing from Bielsa’s lot ended in their first away win of the campaign. Mind you, I can’t see many sides staying up with Teemu Pukki and Kieron Dowell as their front pair.

The David Cameron derby certainly cranked up the pressure on Dean Smith. Dropping the skipper, Tyrone Mings, and being without Danny Ings didn’t have the desired outcome even if Ollie Watkins remembered where the back of the net was. West Ham were decent – Villa were not and it looked like VAR sent the wrong centre-back off. Hause gave Benrahma a proper elbow before Konza brought down Jarrod Bowen, only left-footed and going to his right – goal-scoring opportunity, you say? There was definitely a red in there somewhere, just the wrong player got it.

West Ham well and truly fourth – maybe Spurs should try and tempt the Moysiah?

Today’s Tales: When Harry met Salah, cabbage heads and Chelsea minus Lukaku equals goals

To never really be wanted, to feel that people wanted me to fail, to read people constantly saying I would fail, that I was useless, a fat waste of space, a stupid, tactically inept cabbage-head or whatever. And it was from day one.”

Steve, my dear fellow, we’ve all felt like that. Last week was the week that the career of Steve Bruce came to an end as the new Newcastle board decided they wanted a failed Luton Town manager to guide them through the next three matches rather than endure another minute of Bruceyball.

Bruce exits stage left, leaving us with one of the finest post-sacking quotes ever uttered – whilst totting up the millions he will have been paid off. If he’s got any sense, he’ll be off to a Las Vegas Casino and putting a smile back on that lovely non-cabbage-based face of his.

We’ll get on to how the Magpies got on against Palace as we have several more interesting things to get through before that.

It was a quiet afternoon at Old Trafford, for example. Four Liverpool players pouncing on Pogba to create their 5th against United was the picture-postcard of the two clubs in this current Premier League era. Pogba came on at half-time to try and stop United getting further embarrassed. Pogba was sent off in the 61st minute. Was it wrong to smirk when Ronaldo’s “consolation” (if there can be such a thing when you are 5-0 down at home to your biggest rivals in 50 minutes) was disallowed by VAR? Probably, but still.

Mo Salah helped himself to another hat-trick, making Luke Shaw and Harry Maguire look like they’d be better off in Norwich’s defence than United’s. £80m on United’s captain doesn’t look like the best money spent right now. When Harry met Salah, the perfect Sunday evening movie especially around Halloween.

Ole Gunnar Solsjkaer has to be on borrowed time now, surely. Especially now Steve Bruce is available. Surely he cannot survive losing 6-1 to Spurs at home last season and then this against Liverpool? October is a month to avoid at OT, you’d think. Still, you have to applaud him for going to five at the back in an effort to preserve their 5-0 deficit. Manchester United – the absolute opposite of a team greater than the sum of its parts.

Several Chelsea fans were concerned heading into the Norwich match minus Romelu Lukaku (no goal in ages) and Timo Werner (hardly prolific since he joined). Naturally, the Blues clicked into gear and stuck 7 (SEVEN) past the Canaries who, after two clean sheets in a row ahead of their trip to the Bridge, looked like rabbits in Mason Mount’s headlights.

Mount helped himself to three and Ben Chilwell showed both Lukaku and Werner how it is done with yet another goal. Even Callum Hudson-Odoi, a player who Tuchel is hoping can put in another 249 decent performances in a row now, played and scored.

Peppy G’s lot were equally classy, given they were playing a team that won’t be finishing bottom of the table in Brighton. City went south and won 4-1, racing into a three-goal lead at half-time. Credit to Potter’s team, though. They had a real go themselves but weren’t helped by a bad day in the goalkeeping office for Robbie Sanchez.

At Selhurst Park, Graeme Jones’ Newcastle were so bad even Christian Benteke scored. Fortunately for the new owners, they do have a decent striker in Callum Wilson who levelled things up with a proper overhead kick. Possibly the best performance of the match came from the Palace fans, though – with that banner.

Things are coming together much quicker for Wolves than Leeds this season, but El Loco’s men got a late equaliser from the spot to keep them out of the relegation zone. Could Wolves end up being best of the rest this season?

Not if a resurgent Arsenal have anything to do with it. It’s only fair to give Arteta a bit of praise given how much he gets kicked when Arsenal lose – they were very good against Villa and reminded us of a very clear Premier League fact; no matter how good a leader Tyrone Mings is, it does not hide from the fact he is not an international class central defender.

West Ham continue to look like the second-best team in London. Fresh from another win and clean sheet in Europe, David Moyes’ men outplayed Spurs and fully deserved their 1-0 win. Harry Kane was close enough to Michail Antonio’s winner to fully appreciate the predatory instincts – but maybe he could have tried stopping him?

Brentford put on another good home show but came away beaten for the second game in a row at their shiny new stadium. Youri Tielemans thunderclapped home the opener before James Maddison nicked the winner for an ever-improving Leicester.

Villa look a little bit lost under Dean Smith right now in the post-Grealish era. A lot of money has been spent replacing their former skipper and it’s all feeling a bit washed down the sink at the moment. Danny Ings might have scored a couple so far, but if you’re going to play him in central midfield he won’t score many more.

Chelsea’s U23s got a fine point at home to Burnley who, equally crazily, saw their Ivory Coast international score twice. Football has changed, right? Livramento and Broja, both formerly of the Chelsea parish, scored Southampton’s goals leaving Sean Dyche wondering what might have been had they bought a couple more like Maxwel Cornet in the summer window.

The biggest shock of the weekend came up at Goodison Park. Here’s the deal, Rafa. People will accept the unadventurous football most of the time because you tend to keep it out of your own net pretty well. But losing 5-2 at home to Watford? That’s only going to remind people you used to manage another club in the area, isn’t it?

Today’s Tales: £200m won’t be enough, Klopp’s right about one thing and a worrying truth for United

EVERYONE! Jurgey-lad would like to know if there is any better footballer in the world right now than Mo Salah. I spent a little time thumbing through the lists and, being honest, I’m struggling. Messi? Early retirement in Paris, last I heard. Ronaldo? Last seen storming down another tunnel after a United defeat. Kevin de Bruyne? Come back when you’ve won the Champions League, my friend.

King Klopp has been on fire with his very-quotable statements in the last seven days but this one actually makes sense. Pound for pound, it has to be Salah right now which is probably why Liverpool could cash in on him rather than pay him what the best footballer in the world tends to be paid in this day and age. Salah scored yet another worldy – albeit against Watford – and the goal managed to overshadow Bobby Firmino getting a hat-trick and Sadio Mane getting his 100th Premier League goal.

Watford brought Claudio Ranieri in to prevent them going down and if his cunning plan is to play Danny Rose in a back three then I am even more worried for the Hornets than I was a week ago.

At what point do we start to think that Ole Gunnar might have had long enough to come up with a coherent game plan for Manchester United? If I am being kind, possibly kinder than Paul Pogba, I could make a case for having too many attacking talents and therefore getting blinded by choice. But that’s rubbish really, isn’t it?

United fans might just about to be able to stomach the fact that City and Liverpool have better managers than them, Chelsea too – but Leicester? Brendan Rodgers has been linked, and distanced himself, from the chatter at Newcastle but if United are thinking that a change is needed then they need to be considering Rodgers – if he can sort out the last eight games of a season, he is a winner and, clearly, United have issues with more than the final eight games of a campaign.

Leicester’s win was won of the best Premier League matches in recent memory – classic goals, great saves and a central defender falling flat on his backside gifting the opposition a goal. In all fairness, the Foxes could and should have had seven. United did not really deserve their two, especially after committing the cardinal sin of conceding less than a minute after scoring.

Paul Pogba gave a blunt interview post-match summing up the issues he saw whilst, bizarrely naming each of the issues that he has been the poster boy for over the last few seasons. Needless to say, Solskajer didn’t agree and felt that United do not need to be more mature and stopped before it became a press conference game of ‘you grow up, no you grow up’.

The party atmosphere at Newcastle didn’t last very long, did it? Putting the unfortunate illness in the stands to one side, of course, two minutes into the game it felt like an entirely new era at St James’ Park. By the belated half time, not so much.

Steve Bruce came out fighting during the week, like someone who had a big birthday party being overshadowed by someone’s engagement announcement. “But it’s 1000 games, respect me” was very much the vibe as many silently noted, “but what have you actually achieved in those 1000 games, Steve?” Still, at the time of writing he’s still the manager of his hometown club. At the time of reading might be an entirely different scenario.

Harry Kane finally scored a Premier League goal again as Newcastle’s new owners were left with very little doubt that £200m in January probably won’t be enough. Jonjo Shelvey, I’m guessing, is as much part of the plans as Bruce himself. Eric Dier managed to take this weekend’s calamity award, inexplicably making the last five minutes way more stressful than they needed to be. Yet, neither Bruce, Shelvey or Dier was the biggest idiot on the day – that award went to the Newcastle fan screaming at Bruce to get “Gayley” on with cries of “you don’t know what you’re doing!” and “Brucey out”. Newcastle had, by this point, made all their subs – and they say Newcastle fans deserve better times?

Brentford absolutely battered Chelsea in the last 25 minutes of their clash. The only problem was, they kept hitting the post and finding Eddie Mendy in the way who was, frankly, ridiculous. Romelu Lukaku has now gone six matches without a goal but that won’t worry Tommy T too much as his side top the pile.

Raheem Sterling mentioned in the press that if he doesn’t get more games at City then he might have to leave – forcing Peppy G to pick him for the big one, Burnley at home. Sterling kinda played, but City didn’t hit their heady heights – not that they needed to to beat Sean Dyche’s lot. City normally win this one 5-0, so I guess a 2-0 defeat is progress for Dyche.

Ralph Hassenhuttl had warned that fans could not expect a 5-star dinner versus Leeds but turned up dressed for one just in case. Leeds were always going to struggle without Bamford, Phillips and Raphinha and struggle they did – Armando Broja scoring the winner for the Saints.

There was a lovely little derby day comeback from Wolves, beating Villa 3-2 having been 2-0 down. Dean Smith criticised Villa’s game management – you don’t say, Dean?

Norwich picked up their second point of the season and could have had all three had Josh Sargent chosen to kick the ball harder than the effort of a three-year-old against Brighton. Potter’s men should have had a penalty too and, here’s a sentence I didn’t expect to be writing in October, missed out on finishing the weekend level with City – mind you, they are still in the Champions League places so it’s not all doom and gloom.

I don’t think I am alone in believing Everton did not deserve anything from their match with West Ham purely for what Jordan Pickford was wearing. Short-sleeved and multi-coloured, it is quite possible the kit designer was having a USA 94 moment. Oh, Ogbonna scored the winner for the Hammers. They really are quite good, you know?

Book review: ‘Saved’ by Peter Shilton

Peter Shilton O.B.E is one of football’s true greats. At club level, he has won every major honour except the FA Cup and at international level he is England’s all-time record cap holder with 125.

However, arguably his greatest achievement is conquering his 45-year gambling addiction.

In his powerful new memoir ‘Saved’, Peter faces up to his demons and provides an incredibly moving and honest account of how gambling nearly destroyed him and how Steph, his wife, helped him to save himself.

Uniquely co-written by both Peter and Steph, this book allows the reader to see both sides of the story and understand just how much of an impact gambling has on not just the addict but also on their loved ones.

The Shilton’s intend ‘Saved’ to be a self-help book for ‘not just for elite sportsmen, but also for every ordinary person out there who finds themselves hooked on gambling.’

However, the function of the book is also to raise awareness about the ‘gambling epidemic’ that the UK faces and to break the stigma that is attached to gambling addictions.

Peter’s story is one of hope. Steph’s love for Peter is evident throughout and it was her support that allowed him to overcome his chronic addiction. This is just as much Steph’s story as it is Peter’s, and she offers advice to the families of those struggling with addiction and reveals how she worked tirelessly to help Peter.

One of the most emotional pieces in the book is when Steph recalls how she promised Les, Peter’s father, that she would help him quit. Just a few months after Peter did quit, Les passed away with the knowledge that Steph had fulfilled her promise.

Peter has not made a bet since quitting and reflects on his recovery by saying, “Addiction is giving up everything for one thing. Recovery is giving up one thing for everything.”

Whilst the Shilton’s inspiring story of how their love conquered a 45-year addiction has a happy ending, many gambler’s stories do not end so well.

Both Peter and Steph acknowledge the link between gambling addiction and suicide and the book is dedicated to two young men, Jack Ritchie, and Lewis Keogh, who felt that suicide was the only way to escape their addictions.

This book is uplifting and does offer hope; however, it also clearly portrays just how serious gambling is and just how much change needs to be made.

Peter once heard a top executive of a major gambling company say: “Ninety-nine per cent of punters lose.”

The truth is the only people who do not lose from gambling are the betting companies, who continue to exploit the illness that is gambling addiction.

The Shilton’s, through ‘Saved’, have produced a truly powerful book but more importantly they have raised awareness and understanding and educated everybody fortunate enough to read it.

Peter Shilton was saved by Steph and now they have written a book that has the ability to save hundreds of lives and force change within the gambling industry.

The book is, without doubt, Peter Shilton’s greatest save yet.

Today’s Tales: Newcastle fans having to ask big, moral questions – Gerrard or Potter?

Well, it is not often I open a column with the blaring statement of “thank goodness for Newcastle United”, I can tell you.

Just in case we were starting to miss international football just a little bit too much, UEFA felt compelled to treat us to such delights like the Nations League final stages (woo) and Andorra vs England (double woo). The weekend provided us with a fairly standard World Cup Qualifying evening as England breezed past the Andorrans, Scotland won with plenty of drama and Northern Ireland reverted very much to their mean and failure. Throw in Wales’ goalkeeper doing something utterly hilarious and all was normal.

Not that anyone in the football world actually noticed, oh no. Everyone outside of the city of Newcastle was up in arms at the news of Mike Ashley finally handing over the club to new owners. Legally, we have to make it very, very clear that Newcastle United have not been taken over by the Saudi Arabian royal family, OK? The club is now owned, mainly, by an investment fund set up by, er, the Saudi Arabian royal family.

Naturally, many people inside football and out have suddenly discovered a moral backbone and are shouting their disgust that a football club can be owned by people with a track record of human rights issues – and no, we are not talking about Sports Direct here, he’s sold up (do keep up). 

The same people are surprised that the Premier League have suddenly changed their stance on the takeover – a shift that has absolutely nothing to do with a sheikh being mates with Boris and calling in a favour, you understand. 

“How can a country with a dubious record of atrocities abroad be involved in the beautiful game?” people are crying. “Surely this is sportswashing or something?” without fully grasping the fact that you could make a strong argument for the Premier League being that itself. It has even got Newcastle fans asking themselves some very big questions – mainly, “who will the new manager be?”

Rumours that the Saudis asked Amanda Stavely to find them a new castle to buy and are now fuming that they’ve been landed with a very average football team are completely untrue, as are the vast majority of the transfer rumours now doing the rounds.

A penny for the thoughts of Steve Bruce? Well, he’ll get more than a penny for them with an £8m golden goodbye being lined up and probably delivered by the time you read this. Graeme Jones will look after the team, hopefully in a better manner than he looked after Luton Town, before a high-profile boss gets an oil tanker full of cash thrown in his direction to take over.

Rafa Benitez has already ruled himself out, perfectly happy at another club that has/had more money than sense. Some Newcastle fans are calling for Antonio Conte, the first sign that a wad of moolah means they don’t care that much about “entertaining football”. Others are suggesting Eddie Howe would be great – forgetting that when Bournemouth started to spend money on his watch they got relegated. Mind you, Howe is probably waiting for the Southampton job as he doesn’t like going too far away from home. The most sensible name being linked so far is Graham Potter, though you have to wonder how long it is before Steven Gerrard and Frank Lampard are in the mix. Has anyone got Zidane’s number?

A new manager is one thing, getting the right players in January is another and thanks to Ashley’s frugal approach to club management, Newcastle could be able to spend £200m in the next window and not break any financial fair play rules.

Therefore, every player that didn’t get a move in the summer is now being linked to St James’ Park – step forward Jesse Lingard, Kalidou Koulibaly, James Tarkowski, Mauro Icardi, Aaron Ramsey, Gareth Bale and, of course, Philippe Coutinho. Others are suggesting Harry Kane and Kylian Mbappe are within reach. Hell, why not get both?

Having the money to spend is one thing – spending it wisely is another, isn’t that right Everton, West Ham (under the Icelandic lot), Leeds (hello Mr Risdale) and Mr Ed?

Anyone who thought Ashley might now be done with football, think again. He’s got his eyes on the Championship version of the House of Fraser, Derby County. 

In non-Newcastle news, Bruno Fernandes is currently tapping up Leeds’ Raphinha as they are best mates and hey, United don’t have enough wide attacking types.

He might be better off trying to find a friend at Barcelona and grease the wheels for Danny van der Beek to move there as, apparently, there’s interest from the Catalans. Again, I wish I was as broke as Barcelona.

Ronaldo would like United to sign Juve wideman Enrico Chiesa which can only mean one thing. United will sign Juve wideman Enrico Chiesa.

Football reactions: The culture of binary emotions

When the final whistle blew at the Emirates in the North London derby, it signalled the start of the predictable narratives that would endlessly be talked about.

Arsenal proved they were still superior. Tottenham proved their problems were still unresolved. Arteta is making progress. Nuno Espirito Santo is not. Arsenal transformed from disaster to electric, while Spurs were flat rather than promising. In less than 20 days, the pressure was released on Mikel Arteta and piled on Nuno instead. The Gunners are now buoyantly looking up at the table. The opposite is said for Spurs.

Everything said from the first weeks of the season was flipped on its head.

To add, there has been genuine talk surrounding Nuno’s future. He won the Premier League Manager of the Month for August.

In football, it can take no more than three weeks for a team’s situation to change so radically that narratives switch drastically.

On a lesser-known or spectacular scale, Queens Park Rangers’ promotion fortunes were hit by three straight league defeats in September. For a brief moment, their credentials were questioned. A gritty win against Birmingham at the end of the month stabilised the switch.

Down the Championship table, Sheffield United had a dreadful  August, which saw defeats to Birmingham, West Brom and Huddersfield. Following football’s reactionary code, many may have expected Slaviša Jokanovi? to be on the sack list due to who the defeats were against and the nature of their loss to West Brom. Last month, they climbed the table and any flames were briefly put out.

In essence, just a few results transform the narrative around a team.

On a basic level, a win is ecstasy and a loss is a disaster. Connect wins together and the club is sailing towards prosperity. Fall victim to consecutive losses and the media and fans are calling for someone’s head. If a player has a great game, they are fantastic. If a player has a terrible game, they are rubbish.

As they say, football is a results business. Points on the board build positive agendas. It isn’t rocket science.

But what it also is, is a culture. A culture of binary emotions driven by emotional stakes in the game.

The fans’ importance to the sport cannot be underestimated. Supporters are connected to the area they visit, the pub they drink in, the stadium they sit in, the colours they wear, the songs they sing, the players they cheer, and the badge they worship. The club is a community, and a community is a belonging.

Supporters are the protectorate of the sport. When the Super League burst into the open, the fans were one of the biggest factors in its retreat. When bad owners send clubs into the gutters, the fans are always there to pick up the pieces. When the stadiums were closed to spectators, the game’s soul was lost.

Given the supporters hold such a weight, they can be forgiven when they get lost in celebrations or be stricken by anger. They are bound to by an emotional attachment that is decreed through unwritten conventions.

This is, of course, as long as any ’emotion’ does not cross the line. In the worst scenarios, ’emotion’ turns is used as a channel to spread racist, sexist and homophobic remarks, or other types of derogatory language. The online treatment of Marcus Rashford, Jadon Sancho and Bukayo Saka is just one recent example. Truthfully, the list is too long to write.

People understand how much the media’s evolution has contributed to heightening fan feelings, whether it is for better or worse. Social media is a persistent and relentless tool for venting or reaping in euphoria. Rarely will fans accept grey areas in a narrative. Teams are hardly deemed fine. Perhaps because that is boring and football is all about excitement.

The classic case is AFTV (or commonly known as ArsenalFan TV). The famous platform is repeatedly causing controversy with how fans express their views. Last season, Micah Richards criticised AFTV for piling on ‘horrible pressure’ on the players.

“You know AFTV, I’m a massive fan of it, I love it,” Richards said on Sky Sports in December. “But for the players, the amount of pressure… you could be scrolling through and your name pops up and someone’s being horrible and it can affect your confidence.

“These players now look at social media. Players work hard, trying to be better every day but there’s negativity”

Two years prior, Hector Bellerin had his own run-in with the platform where he said it is “wrong for someone who claims to be a fan and their success is fed off a failure”. Likewise, Gary Neville has also clashed with AFTV.

Much of modern football media capitalises on binary emotions of the moment. Overreactions are commonplace. Traditional media does not help by the amount of coverage they give to divisions like the Premier League.

In one such example, there were some overreactions after Chelsea lost to Manchester City. There are no doubts they should have performed better, but City’s performance was immense. On the day, Chelsea were beaten by a superior team on the day. A few months ago, the reverse happened in the Champions League final.

The questions around Chelsea extended after their Champions League loss to Juventus and their relatively poor performances throughout September. But as we have seen, you can never write off Chelsea, especially with Thomas Tuchel coordinating from the front.

The wealthier clubs tend to get knee-jerk reactions quicker because, well, they are wealthy and big. Manchester City looked vulnerable after they lost to Spurs and drew to Southampton. They also played well at the Parc De Princes but were unable to take their chances.

Sometimes even the best teams can be outplayed, fail to execute a game plan correctly, or just have an off-day. It isn’t shameless to say. That is what football is meant to be about, rather than the seizure of capital and wealth.

On a more controversial note, Ole Gunnar Solskjær is continuously a part of narratives and agendas. One of the Norwegian’s biggest achievements at Manchester United is restoring the team’s never say die attitude. When they go a goal behind, you cannot rule out United coming back to win the game.

When they win, they are Manchester United reborn. When they lose, it is a crisis. More cynically, critics may mock Solskjær on social media by calling him the real-life Ted Lasso. Right now, Solskjær’s side floats more towards AFC Richmond than Manchester United.

The likelihood is United will stick with their man and they will return to winning form soon. Why? Because it is entirely consistent with how the Norwegian’s tenure has gone so far.

Solskjær is the prime example of how social media agenda’s carry but can be exaggerated to extremes. You must fall into either the pro-Solskjær or anti-Solskjær camps respectfully.

In retrospect, Solskjær’s United are always just about fine. Regularly the Norwegian’s side is just about okay.

However, there are valid criticisms.: level performances, Solskjær’s Champions League record, individuality over collectivity, tactics, team balance, and getting Jadon Sancho going. They are all fair critics and only time will tell if they fade into the background or are the reasons for Solskjær’s eventual fall.

Nonetheless, it is always best to analyse these situations without the pressures of the culture that draws pro- or anti- movements. Calmness is often needed, though it is rarely expressed. Des Linton previously explained to The Football Pink how he performed whilst playing the game.

If you get too pumped up, you cannot operate,” he said in February. “I never got sent off in my entire career. I used to look at people that did and question why they were getting so angry. Why get so pumped up? To me, that’s an emotion they cannot control. Maybe the pressure got to them and it came out in a tackle, or that moment of madness.

I tried to keep things as practical as possible. It was my mechanism. If I approached things in a calm and collected way, then I play that way. If I am too pumped up or too emotional, then that will take over.

In many ways, football reactions require similar level-headedness. Emotions can take over and run high. While they drive everything about football, sometimes it is good to set them aside once in a while to get a clearer picture.

But for this to happen, football would need to eliminate chunks of its daily soap opera drama. No matter how much people will complain about the binary reactions from fans or the media, everyone loves the entertainment it provides. When it falls into your favour it is an even better feeling.

Today’s Tales: Who had seven matches? And is Pep ruling by fear of the sweatshirt?

Well, folks – who had seven matches in the First Manager To Get Sacked This Season Sweepstake? Before the season actually started many of us might have looked at Xisco at Watford and felt he might need to get at least a couple of wins and a draw from the first seven games to stay in the Vicarage Road hot seat and that is exactly what he did. It wasn’t enough though, eh?

The Watford board, like they ever need an excuse to sack a manager in the Premier League, cited “a negative trend in performances” and seem to have Claudio Ranieri lined up to take over – leaving me frantically searching to see if any Premier League-winning managers have ever got relegated.

Also, who knew that it’s harder to get a second yellow card after the age of 35 than it is for of the rest of the football world? Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s lovely that James Milner is still a valued part of the Liverpool squad and his versatility puts him right up there with Phil Neville for me. But at any level, any day of the week, no matter which way you look at it, that was a second yellow. Not even a soft second yellow, Just a clear and obvious yellow. 

Obviously, after such a crucial moment, Liverpool went up the other end and Salah scored one of the Premier League goals. Many sides would have lost it at that point, but not Peppy G’s lot. KDB found another equaliser and City left with a point. Maybe the team motivation comes from the threat of having to wear the same sweatshirt Pep dons every single week? I think most people would keep going with that punishment hanging over them. Mind you, I’d give it to Joao Cancelo anyway after that bit of defending.

Up at Old Trafford, Rafa Benitez was smiling like a Cheshire cat having seen his Everton side nick a point whilst inflicting further damage to the reputation of Fred.

Ole Gunnar Solskjaer blamed a “lack of cutting edge” (having left Pogba and Ronaldo on the bench) when what he should have come out and said was “if a strong wind hadn’t blown Fred over, we’d have won”. The Brazilian had two opportunities to stop Demarai Gray breaking away from a United set-piece yet ended up backside firmly inserted in Manchester turf as Gray found Doucoure who found Andros Townsend who, amazingly, declined to cut back on to his left and drilled a right-footed effort past the statue-esque De Gea.

Still, at least the United fans got to see the Ronaldo celebration again – Townsend going to great lengths to explain his copycat effort was in tribute and not to mock. 

Bruno Fernandes thinks United need to change something – I suspect there is a growing agreement in the boardroom.

One of the bigger existential questions of the weekend was – if James Ward-Prowse had not got himself sent off, would we be talking about a Chelsea crisis? Southampton (plus VAR) were looking good for a point at the Bridge until their skipper went flying through the little legs of Jorginho. From there, Chelsea got going and even Timo Werner managed to get a goal allowed. Incredibly, the German has had 16 goals disallowed by VAR since joining the club yet still felt compelled to wheel away in celebration as if the fact he was clearly onside guaranteed it would be given.

England left-back Ben Chilwell was back in the side and will hope that Tommy T focuses more on his volleyed goal than his oh-so-clumsy foul on Tino Livramento that gifted Southampton an equaliser from the spot.

Oh, and for the record, the other question floating around my mind was whether Romelu Lukaku has made Chelsea worse not better – but we can save that for another time.

Mikel Arteta gratefully accepted “a point gained” as Arsenal were outplayed by Brighton for the majority of their 0-0 draw. Arteta can be grateful to Aaron Ramsdale, a goalkeeper that can only be termed “never knowingly dull”.

Spurs, very much knowingly dull in the post-Poch era, beat Aston Villa 2-1 thanks to Sonny putting in a decent second-half display. It turns out that scoring a treble against some European minnows doesn’t mean that Harry Kane is bang back in form – maybe he is being distracted by his new toilet roll and toothpaste company?

It’s 400 up for Sean Dyche – no, not fouls they committed in their attempts to bully poor little Norwich off the pitch but games managed for Burnley. It was a first point of the season for Daniel Farke and Burnley’s winless Turf Moor streak continues apace. 

Leeds finally managed to get a win – beating Watford 1-0 which led to the aforementioned Xisco getting the bullet. Would Leeds have fired Bielsa had they gone seven without a win? No, but then they are not run by crazy men. Consistent crazy men, admittedly, but crazy nonetheless.

Patrick Vieira seems to be adapting to life at Crystal Palace and is getting the hang of substitutes. Having seen Edouard come on and score two off the bench against Spurs the other week, Vieira repeated the trick when 2-0 to Leicester. Michael Olise and Jeffrey Schlupp were thrown on and both found the back of the net cancelling out yet another Jamie Vardy goal and a birthday strike from Iheanacho.

There is no finer club than West Ham when it comes to bursting their own bubble. Everyone’s been getting a bit West Ham happy in recent weeks and this is not suggesting that the Moysiah is not doing a fine job. But, Wissa wizzed in an injury-time winner for Brentford and the Bees are very much creating their very own Premier League buzz.

You learn something new every day, they say. I’ve learned that Wolves’ new goalscoring South Korean Hwang is nicknamed the Bull. I would love to believe that formed some of the recruitment conversations over the summer. “Guys, we are struggling to score goals. Obviously, we can’t get Steve Bull out of retirement but do we know of any strikers that might play like him? What’s that? His nickname is the bull? Tell me more….”

Hwang scored twice against Newcastle and Wolves’ revival is in full flow. On the other side of the fence, Joelinton is surely Mike Ashley showing the fans what happens if he actually spends big money. The hapless number nine who is not a nine (any more or ever) is surely trying to find fame as the worst Premier League player of all time.

Fear not though Newcastle fans – you won’t have any managerial upheaval as Ashley refuses to pay Bruce off to the tune of £3m to leave.

Sheriff Tiraspol: Who are these giant killers?

Every now and then, the football gods like to remind us why we love this game so much. And in recent times, the Champions League has thrown up some great examples of classic encounters, whether it be Tottenham eliminating Ajax in the last seconds or Liverpool managing the king of all comebacks against Barcelona. Despite all of FIFA’s best efforts to eliminate surprise and shock from the competition with the introduction of seedings, groups and eliminating the away goal rule, great storylines still occur. Adding to that list of historic moments, we can now include Sheriff Tiraspol’s incredible 2-1 defeat of the mighty Real Madrid, 13 times European Champions, in the Bernabeu.

Now, to be fair to Real Madrid, it was one of those nights when it just seemed that everything went against them. On another day, with the number of changes that Real created, it could have been a landslide. Real Madrid had 30 shots on goal, 11 on target, 13 corners and 67% of the possession – and yet their only goal came from a penalty that needed a close inspection on VAR to determine. Sheriff meanwhile had 3 shots on target and not a single corner – yet those three shots on goal yielded two goals – a header from Jasurbek Yakhshiboev and an 89th-minute screamer from Sebastien Thill, the first player from tiny Luxembourg to score a Champions League goal. One can discuss “ifs and buts” all day – all everyone will really remember is that Sheriff Tiraspol came to Madrid and walked away with a historic victory. Of course, there is also the inevitable storyline of Real Madrid’s president Florentino Perez and his push for a European Super League – a possible example of the football gods inflicting justice for his hubris.

So it is likely that when you are having a drink with friends in the pub or getting changed for a five-a-side game, someone is going to pipe up with “how about that Sheriff team beating Real Madrid…I mean, I don’t even know who they are! I couldn’t find Tiraspol on a map if I tried.” So who exactly are they, where are they from and how did they even get to this position of playing the mighty Real Madrid? Let’s try to answer some of those questions so you can impress your friends with your knowledge of obscure European teams and earn their admiring looks.

Let us begin with where Tiraspol actually is – and it gets pretty interesting almost immediately. The first thing to know is that Tiraspol is the capital city of Transnistria, which sounds like something out of a Disney fairy-tale or a bad soap opera. Just go and try to find Transnistria on a map – you may be struggling. But exist it does.

Firstly find Moldova – it will be a small country wedged between Romania and Ukraine in Eastern Europe, whose capital city is Chisinau. It used to be part of the USSR until the dissolution of the Soviet Union whereby it declared independence in 1991. Shortly after, it received official recognition as an independent state at the United Nations. Moldova ranks as the second poorest country in Europe by GDP per capita.
Closer inspection of the country shows that a number of rivers flow through it from north to south, eventually emptying into the Black Sea. The most significant of those is the Dniester in the far east of the country, near to the border with Ukraine. There exists therefore a slither of
land that sits between the Dniester and the Ukrainian border, which consists of inhabitants of predominantly Russian and Ukrainian descent. It is this area that declared itself as the Pridnestrovian Moldavian Soviet Socialist Republic in 1990, with its capital based in Tiraspol, basically a self-declared breakaway state. It is more commonly known however as Transnistria. This breakaway has caused violent clashes in the past and so is now managed by a three-way peacekeeping force of Russian, Transnistrian and Moldovan personnel. It is unrecognized by the international community.

While not officially recognised, Transnistria uses its own currency, the Trans-Dniestrian rouble, which cannot be exchanged anywhere else in the world. It, unfortunately, has a reputation for organized crime, smuggling and corruption. Tiraspol itself still clings to its Russian roots, existing almost frozen in time within the communist era. Russian is the predominantly spoken language and buildings still display the old hammer and sickle, as well as the national flag, while a huge statue of Lenin remains outside the parliament building. Transnistria also has a national football team but again without receiving recognition from either FIFA or UEFA.

Now that we understand where Tiraspol is, let’s turn to look at Sheriff Tiraspol itself. Transnistria’s capital has two football teams – Sheriff Tiraspol and FC Tiraspol – which while part of Transnistria do play in the Moldovan league. Sheriff Tiraspol is by far the more successful of the two and has dominated Moldovan football in recent times. In line with Moldovia only coming into existence after the dissolution of the Soviet Union, Sheriff has only been in existence since 1997, yet won the Moldovan double in 2001, the first of 20 titles in 22 years.

Its name and success come from sponsorship by the Sheriff company, formed by two former KGB officers, which operates a host of industries in Transnistria, and it is their backing that ensures that Sheriff Tiraspol has hugely more financial clout than any other Moldovan team. The Sheriff company also has close ties to the local government which is protected and funded by Russia and have provided Sheriff Tiraspol with the only country’s only modern stadium, which holds 12,746 fans. No other Moldovan team even owns its own ground. So within Moldova, Sheriff Tiraspol has unparalleled advantages over any rivals and have therefore dominated to a ridiculous degree.

Following each of their many league titles, Sheriff earned the right to compete in the Champions League as the Moldovan representatives. For eight seasons in a row from 2002 to 2009, they were eliminated in the second qualifying round. 2010 and 2011 did see them reach the play-off round, the final step ahead of the valuable group stage, but they fell to Olympiacos and Basel respectively. Then began another run of second and third qualifying round eliminations. It appeared that a Moldovan team would never be able to reach the holy grail of the group stage. But all that finally changed in the current edition.

Going into this year’s competition, Sheriff is managed by Ukrainian Yuriy Vernydub, who took the role in December 2020 and then led them to the Moldovan championship. His previous experience consisted of managing the Ukrainian team Zorya Luhansk for several years, who
played Manchester United in the 2016-17 Europa League. Key players include goalkeeper Giorgos Athanasiadis, on loan from AEK Athens, and striker Adama Traore (no relation of the Wolves winger of the same name), signed from Metz earlier this year and a Mali international. In total, ten new players have been added over the previous 12 months. The squad hails from a range of countries including Ghana, Brazil, Malawi, Uzbekistan, Luxembourg and Peru. Interestingly, however, no member of the starting Sheriff eleven against Real Madrid was in fact Moldovan – although also interestingly, no member of the Real Madrid final eleven at full-time was Spanish either.

So how did Sheriff Tiraspol end up playing at the Bernabeu? Well, back in July, the first qualifying round of the Champions League was played. Amongst the 16 ties, Sheriff was drawn against Albanian champions Teuta. The first leg saw Sheriff travel to Albania and come away with a 4-0 victory, almost ensuring progress to the second round which was confirmed by a 1-0 home victory. And so on to Sheriff’s nemesis – the second qualifying round.

The second qualifying round threw up a trip to Armenia for Sheriff, travelling to its capital Yerevan to face FC Alashkert, winners of the Armenian Premier League. As in the first round, Sheriff came away with an away win – this time 1-0 – which was then consolidated with a 3-1 home win. Sheriff were moving on to the third qualifying round.

The third qualifying round contained some serious competition, with the likes of Malmo, Rangers, Olympiacos and Dinamo Zagreb. When the draw was complete, Sheriff was looking at two legs against one-time European champions Red Star Belgrade. For the third successive time, Sheriff played the away leg first, travelling to Serbia in early August. In front of 24,000 rabid Red Star fans, Sheriff took the lead from a Castaneda free-kick after 33 minutes. Red Star equalised in added first half time but Sheriff then held on through the second half to come away with a credible draw. A week later, in front of just 4,950 home fans, Arboleda scored off another Castaneda free-kick just before half-time and that was enough to send Sheriff to within touching distance of the promised land. Twelve teams competing for six spots in the converted group stages of the Champions League. Two games away from the big time.

Sheriff was then pitted against Dinamo Zagreb, Croatia’s dominant league team. This time would see Sheriff play at home first and so on August 17, 5,281 fans showed up to see if the impossible dream could occur. On a warm night, Sheriff blew Zagreb away, putting on a fine first-half display – rewarded with an opening Adama Traore goal – followed by an exceptional second-half rampage. Kolovos’s volley was superb and almost unstoppable, then Traore terrorised Dinamo’s defence yet again, producing a cool finish for a third. Coach Vernydub dropped to his knees at the final whistle as Sheriff were now favourites to become Moldova’s first ever team to reach the Champions League group stage.
As expected, Dinamo Zagreb came out with all guns blazing in the second leg needing to overcome their significant deficit. But an inspired display by the man of the match Sheriff goalkeeper Giorgos Athanasiadis saw Sheriff hold Zagreb at bay and come away with a goalless draw. Sheriff had done it – Moldova had its first ever representative in the group stages.

26 August saw the group stage draw made. Sheriff Tiraspol was the lowest-rated team amongst the 32 teams, just ahead of VfL Wolfsburg. Not surprisingly, this placed them into pot 4. Group 4 started to develop, with Inter first out from pot 1 followed by Real Madrid from pot 2. Between them, both teams have won the European Cup/Champions League an impressive 16 times. Ukraine’s Shakhtar Donetsk came next and then finally Sheriff saw themselves added to the mix. 12 games which will see two teams move on the knockout stage. The group has Inter and Real Madrid written all over it.

But the first two sets of games have shown that reputation is no guarantee of success. On September 15, Sheriff hosted Ukrainian neighbours Shakhtar to begin their group stage odyssey. Their tiny stadium saw 5,205 fans watch a slice of history. After 15 mins, a cross from Cristiano was superbly volleyed in by who else but Adama Traore. Just to add confusion, Shakhtar also fielded a player by the name of Lassina Traore, whose shot after 30 minutes was well saved by Athanasiadis. Shakhtar continued to press and dominate possession but the Sheriff defence held firm. Then, against the run of play, yet another cross from Cristiano after 62 minutes found an unmarked Momo Yansane, who had just come off the bench, and he buried the header for 2-0, before being mobbed in jubilant scenes. And so the game ended, with Cristiano deservedly named man of the match for his two goals assists. With Real Madrid winning 1-0 in Milan, Sheriff was top of the group after just one game.

Of course, that was all supposed to be temporary. Of course, with Sheriff travelling to Madrid next, normal service was expected to resume and Sheriff would find out what group stage football was really all about. But it wasn’t to be. And so, after two games each, Sheriff proudly sit top of their group, with a maximum of 6 points, 3 points ahead of Real in second and 4 points ahead of Inter in third.

All eyes will now turn to October 19 when Sheriff travel to the fabled San Siro to take on Inter. They couldn’t get back to back wins in both the Bernabeu and San Siro, could they? Well, if they can, then they would really fancy their chances of sitting in the top two come early December. Stranger things have happened in football. But whatever fate awaits them over their next four games, the night that they felled the 13 times European champions in their own backyard will live on in the memory of a whole generation.

Sheriff Tiraspol – thank you for showing that football is more than just mooted Super Leagues and money.

Today’s Tales: Yes, Ole – that is the headline

Oh, Thomas. You didn’t really think you could try the exact same approach four times in a row and Peppy G wouldn’t have finally come up with a plan to stop you?

In the biggest Premier League clash of the season since, well, last week probably, Man City grabbed one of those more-convincing-than-the-score-suggests type of victories beating Chelsea 1-0 at the Bridge.

Tommy T admitted that City deserved their win and they most certainly did – carving Chelsea open several times but only scoring once through Gabby Jesus. The victory ends Tuchel’s brief hoodoo hold over Guardiola and probably suggests that all the people jumping on the Chelsea-for-the-title bandwagon might have bought their ticket a little prematurely.

The win means Pep has more wins than any other City manager in history. It’s almost as if that has coincided with City having more money than they’ve ever had in their history.

I think we can all assume that Bruno won’t be on penalties next week, then. Mind you, that could all depend on who the new Man United manager is by then. Too soon? Surely Ole doesn’t have too many more home defeats left in the bank before the board think that there might be better-qualified people to turn this collection of highly-paid and sometimes highly-talented footballers into an actual team?

Solsjkaer said himself in a somewhat rhetorical manner, “that’s going to be the headline, isn’t it?” after Fernandes decided to abandon his previously almost faultless routine of hop-skip-jump-stroke-it-home (21 out of 22 for United, stats fans) and choosing to stick his laces through it. OGS had had a bit of a pre-match moan about United not getting as many penalties as they deserve in recent months – the moan worked but would have worked better had they actually scored it.

Was Bruno distracted by some classic gamesmanship from Emi Martinez? You’d hope so, really.

I’ll tell you this for nothing, I don’t rate Harry Kane as a left-back. I don’t really rate him much higher as a midfielder. Arsenal sped to a 2-0 lead in the north London derby when Kane sped back to tackle Bakayo Saka in the area – that didn’t go too well as the Arsenal man emerged with the ball and scored the third of the early evening.

Tottenham were, frankly, dreadful but Nuno will have been delighted that bringing on a right-back and a defensive midfielder at half-time impacted the game well enough that Spurs won the second-half 1-0. Aaron Ramsdale gave Arsenal fans an early glimpse of his talent, palming Son’s consolation into the far corner.

Nuno’s honeymoon period is definitely over with Daniel Levy probably going through their marriage vows to see if “I do” really does mean “I do”.

You don’t often get to see Virgil van Dijk a little bit rattled. A round of applause to Brentford’s Ivan Toney who ended up being passed on to Joel Matip by VVD who realised his ego might be getting slightly bruised.

There is no doubt that Brentford’s humdinger with Liverpool was the best action of the weekend – and it saw Mo Salah notch his 100th Premier League goal for Liverpool. Personally, I thought Mo had already done this a few weeks ago. Or was that Mane? I really should keep notes. Either way, both teams attacked like their lives depended on it and Liverpool would have won had it not been for the save of the decade (for me) by David Raya.

Jamie Vardy scored the imperfect hat-trick as Leicester drew 2-2 with Burnley. Vardy flicked a header home at the near post to open the scoring – unfortunately, it flew past Kasper Schmeichel and not Nick Pope. He soon made up for it though, scoring twice at the right end to keep Burnley from winning yet. Sean Dyche had a moan about Leicester’s second and the fact that Burnley had another later ‘winner’ ruled out by VAR. Burnley don’t win and Dyche has a moan – a normal Saturday for those of that persuasion.

Ozan Kabak was ruled not good enough for Liverpool but that would make him good enough for Norwich, no? Er, actually, no. Kabak was hapless once more as Norwich’s defeat to Everton gave them the honour of the worst-ever Premier League start in history – despite all their “clever recruitment” that arm-chair analysts nodding with approval this summer.

Everton – now that is a clever strategy. Keep signing ex-Champions League-winning managers in the hope that one works and arm them with hilariously cheap signings like Demarai Gray and Andros Townsend. It was Townsend who got this little victory parade underway, scoring from the spot after Kabak impaled his studs into his opponent’s thigh.

All that cycling must have given Ben Foster chocolate-wrists. Newcastle have actually scored some decent looking goals this season and when Sean Longstaff smashed one from distance it looked like another for the showreel. On reflection, Foster probably should have stopped it if his wrists hadn’t suddenly disappeared. Steve Bruce’s clash with Watford was more Aussie Rules than EPL. Jarred Gillett being the first ref from abroad to officiate in the Premier League will have felt right at home.

An understated question from the weekend is whether Leeds will be OK? This is the longest Marcelo Bielsa has ever been at a club and the longest he has ever gone without spontaneously combusting so surely it is now officially a ticking timebomb? 

West Ham came back to beat Leeds 2-1 at Elland Road, Michail Antonio scoring the winner – many felt, understandably, that the striker shouldn’t have been on the pitch following his clash with Meslier which left the keeper bloodied and needing a change of shirt.

The same experts that were tipping Chelsea for the title also expected Leeds to push on to bigger things this season – they certainly didn’t think it would be West Ham raising their own bar.

One of the nicer moments of the Premier League weekend came at St. Mary’s where Raul Jiminez finally scored his first goal since that head injury against Arsenal. I, for one, truly hoped he’d remove his headband in a “taking your shirt off” kind of manner and get booked. I was left disappointed but pleased to see him find the net, of course.

Today’s Tales: Football is a funny old game (especially if you bring a sub on to take a pen)

Football woke up to some sad news on Sunday morning following the death of Jimmy Greaves, the former footballer-turned-broadcaster. As someone, as a child, who was inspired by Greaves’ wit and tongue-in-cheek, “let’s not take all this so seriously” delivery on TV, his passing immediately takes me back to a time when football was just a little more fun and we didn’t take everything as seriously as we do today.

Whilst I am quietly confident England’s finest ever goalscorer never read Tales, I would like to think he would have approved of the sentiment behind it. And with that, this one is for the late, great Jimmy Greaves.

Sadly for Spurs, it wasn’t really one for the occasion. Even the great Greavsie would have struggled to get on their scoresheet given the lack of chances created by the home side against Chelsea. Mind you, having played for both, Greaves might have fancied playing off Lukaku. Chelsea won 3-0 and they were good for it.

That’s back to back 3-0 defeats for Tottenham. Harry Kane to sign a new contract? Not likely.

Things that were 100% going to happen at the Athletics Stadium on Sunday. Number one: Ronaldo was going to score. Number two: So was Jesse Lingard. Number three: David de Gea, having never saved a penalty in his life was always going to break the heart of Mark Noble, West Ham through and through.

Did we not learn anything from sending on the two subs to take penalties in the Euro 2020 Final? Yes, yes – it’s great in theory but surely the evidence now suggests it is not as easy as just stripping off, stepping up and banging it home. Goalies, sure – throw them on. Their entire game is based around keeping the ball out of the net. How many times does Noble take a penalty per match? Exactly.

United, yet again, came from behind away from home to win a Premier League match – and even with the VAR refusing to award them two pretty clear and obvious penalties that the referee, clearly keen to keep the match alive, chose not to award. Mind you, I still need convincing that West Ham shouldn’t have had one in the first half as well – that would have finished Aaron Wan-Bissaka’s week off well.

United in a title race? Let’s see how good they are against a top team before we answer that, shall we?

I think we can assume that Peppy G won’t be attending any fan functions in the near future. Guardiola urged Man City fans to turn out in number for the Southampton match – a plea that had nothing to do with the unsold tickets at the Emptyhad for the midweek nine-goal thriller with RB Leipzig in the Champions League, alright?

It is hard for these City fans nowadays – all these trips to Wembley, all these midweek clashes going deep (but not quite deep enough, eh?) in the Champions League etc. It all adds up and following a top-level club is quite the investment in the modern game. Are we reaching a point where the group stages of the European competition is becoming a little bit Carabao Cup to some fans? Quite possibly. Now, if only someone could come up with a new idea that might get the fans so excited they could turn out once in a while. Lower ticket prices? Don’t be silly – I think the moneymen are more focused on finding a clever way to restart the ESL thing. Mind you, City were advertising very cheap tickets on a student discount site last week in the hope to get the house full in the future.

Those that did turn out to watch the Southampton game will have left disappointed – nine goals in midweek and barely the sight of one at the weekend. Don’t forget, Pep and the boys were ‘tired’ and only had ‘ten minutes to prepare’ whereas Hassenhuttl, virtue of just not being as damn good as City, had the luxury of a whole week.

The Saints earned their point manfully and could well have taken all three back to the South Coast had VAR not suggested a second looksie at Kyle Walker’s tackle which had led to a penalty and a red card for the England international. Was it a penalty and a red? No, probably not. But was it a clear and obvious error? Equally, no sir – and Southampton should have been allowed to take their penalty and see Pep combust thoroughly on the sidelines.

Sean Dyche, fresh with a new contract ensuring 442 and direct aerial bombardment will the menu del dia for at least the next four years on Turf Moor, also had a bit of a VAR gripe following their loss to Arsenal. The Gunners led through Martin Odegaard’s curling free-kick when it looked like Aaron Ramsdale had conceded a penalty clipping Vydra in the area – following a delightfully threaded through-ball by £50m ball-playing defender Ben White.

The video showed that Ramsdale, as he had gently pointed out, had touched the ball first – Dyche admitted he had seen there was a touch and that “in theory, it doesn’t get given” in the tone of a man not completely believing what he is saying and actually thinking that the penalty should have very much been given.

Fans often sing “can we play you every week” and it would be no great surprise to learn that Sadio Mane was humming the tune at Anfield after he scored against Crystal Palace for the ninth consecutive match. Nobody else has ever scored that many goals against one team in a row in the Premier League (and I haven’t been bothered to check whether such a record existed before football started in 1992). It was also Mane’s 100th Liverpool strike in all competitions. Patrick Vieira was mainly disappointed that all three Liverpool goals came from set-pieces, though that sweeping statement would do an injustice to the quality of Salah and Keita’s strikes.

Right now, there appear to be more leaks at Newcastle than in a sieve. Ahead of their match against Leeds, we learned that coach Graeme Jones had fallen out with Dwight Gayle. The fans still would like Steve Bruce to pack up and go but against all odds, the team took a point from Marcelo Bielsa’s Leeds thanks to Saint Max scoring a lovely little equaliser. Rumours suggest the mole is…. Rebekah Vardy. No, I am joking, People are suggesting it is Steve Bruce himself.

Everton could have kept pace with the early table-toppers had they got a win at Villa Park but it was a stunning second-half performance from the Villa that led to them winning 3-0. Leon Bailey only needed to be on the pitch 20 minutes to earn a place in the hearts of the Holte End, larruping one past Begovic and pulling his thigh in the process.

Not many would have had money on Brighton being higher than City in the table after five matches. But, there you go. Football is a funny old game, someone once said. Jamie Vardy might have got his 150th Leicester goal but it was in a losing cause. Brighton won 2-1 and will do well to continue getting points in the bag ahead of playing some of the bigger sides in the Premier League very soon. I’m not saying they are in a false position, but they’ve had a somewhat friendly start to the season fixtures-wise.

Norwich will have looked at their tough start and possibly thought that a home match versus Watford was the moment for their season to get going. Unfortunately, nobody told Watford who Sarr their way to a 3-1 win courtesy of a brace from, ahem, Sarr.

Thomas Frank made quite a salient point when challenged on Brentford’s perceived timewasting in the second half of their 2-0 win over Wolves. “What would he do if he was a newly promoted team with a tenth of the budget, just a bus stop in Hounslow and down to ten men? If I was him, I’d be looking at the first half”. It’s a fair point well made – Brentford is little more than a bus stop in Hounslow and they were very, very good in the first half.

Today’s Tales: Newcastle read the script perfectly as Lukaku’s insurers have kittens

As managers up and down the country waited to see whether they could pick their non-Argentinian South American players, there was a groan at Old Trafford when the new came through – Fred was, in fact, available for selection.

Ole Gunnar Solskjaer remained brave though – clearly, Ronaldo had told him that the Brazilian is rubbish and there was no way he could be seen on the same pitch as him for his second debut.

Freddie Woodman had clearly read the script that demanded all the people watching Manchester United vs Newcastle on an illegal stream somewhere were able to see Ronaldo net twice on his first Premier League match in a while.

Woodman fumbled the first one into the path of United’s number 7 for the first and then nicely let the second fly through his legs to make Cristiano an instant match-winner. Bruno, however, may well have been advised not to ping one top bins from 30-odd yards. It just will not do to go around upstaging his international teammate.

Cue the cries of United probably winning the league on social media whilst conveniently forgetting that title-winning sides rarely let Javier Manquillo score against them.

We can only presume that Christian Benteke had done a mighty fine job of softening up the Tottenham defence before stepping aside like a gentleman to allow Odsonne Edouard to take the glory, the big signing from Celtic scoring two on his Premier League debut.

All those nay-sayers that had proclaimed, “Nah, mate – Scottish football’s easy. He’ll never do it in the Premier League” must have felt a little foolish as Edouard scored as many goals in 10 minutes than it feels like Benteke has managed in his entire Selhurst Park career.

Wilf Zaha delightfully baited Japhet Tanganga into picking up two yellow cards but Palace were already dominating the game before Spurs went down to ten. It would appear that the Premier League Manager of the Month curse is alive and well as Nuno’s side were completely and utterly put to the sword by Vieira’s Palace side that many (OK, maybe just me then) had tipped for relegation this season.

Vieira has now got one over Tottenham in four different decades, apparently. Somehow, I feel that might not be the most exclusive of clubs he is in.

You might feel that had Peppy G been forced to select Scott Carson ahead of Ederson that Man City may not have walked away from the King Power with all three points – no wonder Guardiola was so effusive for all things FIFA when appearing to back Arsene Wenger’s plans for a World Cup every two years.

Bernardo Silva showed that there is a decent Portuguese match-winner available on the other side of the city, netting the winner for Pep in a 1-0 win.

King Kloppo might not be too interested in what other people get up to in the ‘transfer circus’ but unless Liverpool break with their recent convention and pay Mo Salah the really big bucks, then Jurgen will be needing to find someone capable of replacing his Egyptian goal-machine. And, given that Harvey Elliot saw his leg broken in the name of letting football ‘flow’ he might be wishing they’d brought in another midfielder. Mind you, at least Naby escaped that coup.

Salah put the Reds ahead at Leeds with his 100th Premier League strike – making him quicker than quite a few proper centre-forwards in the process. Liverpool pretty much battered a Leeds side that left more holes open than a particular aerated string vest. Fabinho and Mane scored t’other two. Still, decent atmosphere at Elland Road, eh?

As Dean Smith astutely noted, Aston Villa did have as many good chances as their opponents Chelsea at Stamford Bridge – the main difference being that their £96m striker took the ones that came his way. 

Yet, and allow me a momentary moan about modern footballers if you will, for some bizarre reason the very same £96m striker is not banned from doing stupid knee slides after scoring a goal. Anyone who saw Lukaku jam his very expensive, highly-insured joints into the turf after putting Chelsea ahead will have winced. Lukaku posted after the game that there will be no more knee slides for him after scoring – out of embarrassment or at the request of the insurers? I urge every manager in the game to fine the goalscorer their bonus if they do it. Maybe show them a couple of videos of the Klinsmann belly-slide or even the Kuqi swallow-dive if they really need to hit the deck.

There was a lot to like about Villa but when it came down to it, Lukaku scored his first-ever pro goals at the Bridge and Tyrone Mings turned out to be more effective for Chelsea than Saul Niguez by creating Kovacic’s goal.

The relegation battle at the Emirates ended up 1-0 to the Arsenal – but was their goal offside and guilty of a little handball in the build-up? Now, now – let’s not be too mean. Arteta’s men are going to need some luck here and there otherwise they will never end up in mid-table obscurity. Arsenal contrived to miss 29 efforts on goal whilst scoring just once. Efficient is not a word you could sanely use here. Mind you, it made Pepe happy – he is now convinced that Arsenal will be a Premier League side next season.

Wolves finally managed to get the ball in the opposition net – except they didn’t, Watford kindly did it for them. Having seen that the impossible was actually possible, they went and nicked another and won 2-0. 

Brentford could well be the new Brighton already. And by that, I mean that they are a decent team that is quite pleasant to watch but unable to kill teams off (unless, of course, that team is Arsenal). Brighton netted a late winner to, incredibly, keep themselves amongst the early front-runners.

Said early front-runners still include West Ham who could have been sitting pretty at the top had they managed to beat Southampton. The curse of the Manager of the Month seems to have extended itself to the Player of the Month award as well as Michail Antonio, the current holder, managed to get sent off in the 0-0 draw. Chelsea-loanee Broja managed to do more in a mere 10 minutes than the other 22 players cobbled together in an entire 90-minute shift.

Today’s Tales: How much more special dispensation can Cristiano Ronaldo receive?

Well, as we always say at this point in the season, there’s nothing like an international break to kill a bit of momentum.

As the burning embers of the transfer window start to dampen down, this is a fine opportunity to have a little look back at a couple of the eye-browsing moments of the summer and laugh at the fact that the transfer rumour mill is already underway for January. Yes, already. Did you enjoy the break?

We should also give a cursory glance at the international fixtures that took place too – but you can probably skip that bit.

Remember last week when I said that CR7 was dead and it could well be CR77, CR70, CR61 or something equally daft? It turns out that if your name is Cristiano Ronaldo, special Premier League dispensation can happen – especially when you persuade Man United to flog their number 21 to Leeds meaning Edinson Cavani can seamlessly slip into his Uruguay squad number.

Yes, Ronaldo will be wearing number 7 for United this season – and if you have a spare two-and-a-half grand kicking about you could probably get a ticket for his second debut. The secondary ticket market, or to be more exact, online touts, have managed to clean up the seats available and are charging a literal arm-and-a-leg to pass them on.

Cristiano’s second debut kicking off at 3pm in the UK next Saturday has also sparked the debate around how it is possible for everyone outside England to be able to watch the match live (legally, we should add) yet those poor United fans in London can’t. Sad times indeed.

Ainsley Maitland-Niles wins this season’s award for ‘Failed attempt at leaving a club’ following his social media plea to go to a club where he felt wanted. Unfortunately for him, Everton didn’t come up with the required readies because they can’t really spend much more until they rid themselves of a certain James Rodriguez. And that means that AMN is stuck at the Emirates having burnt what little bridge was actually left.

That said, you’d have to think he’d be a better option at right-back than Cedric, no? Not that it matters, given the Arsenal have signed Tommy Yashu – who once upon a time you’d have thought they’d picked up locally.

For me, the winner of the ‘I think Sky are just making this up to fill some time’ award on Deadline Day was the suggestion that Burnley had been offered Juventus midfielder Weston McKennie and (a) Burnley were tempted to spend £30m+ and (b) Weston McKennie fancied swapping Turin for a bit of Lancashire. Stranger things have certainly not happened.

Harry Kane also took to social media to very openly put the last few weeks behind him, take another pop at Daniel Levy and basically tell the fans they wouldn’t understand anyway. Still, he’s one of their own.

It would be lovely to think Jack Grealish, who didn’t exactly endear himself to Villa fans in the week either, has spent the entire international break singing Blue Moon in and around his England skipper.

England beat Hungary 4-0 to pretty much kill off the group before sending their B team out to battle against, and I am contractually obliged to call them, plucky little Andorra.

The B team needed a little help from a couple of A team lads to repeat the Hungary scoreline. Andorra will take that, I am sure. It was nice to see Jesse Lingard get a game of football and the big smile of Patrick Bamford, given a debut because, you know, why not?

And what else is going on on the Premier League planet which feels more and more removed from reality?

Liverpool’s Mo Salah really wants to stat Anfield – providing they whack his weekly pay up to a mere £500k that is.

Aston Villa didn’t believe for a second that Mr McKennie wanted to go to Turf Moor and be growled at by Sean Dyche – so they’d like to sign the USA midfielder instead.

Romelu Lukaku has opened up on his gratitude to Inter Milan for digging him out of a deep Manchester United sized hole and saving his career – and that he would only have ever left them for Chelsea, even with the impending financial doom Inter seem to be facing.

Having secured a few other key men on long-term well-paid new deals, Man City want to tie up Phil Foden by multiplying his current wages by four. Yep, by four.

Adama Traore was so delighted that Wolves shut down any chance of him leaving Molineux last week that he is in talks for a new deal. My advice to Wolves would be to pay him 10K per week and a 250K goal bonus, meaning they only have to pay him – well, you get the gist.

Arsene Wenger, remember him, reckons that the Premier League’s economic power means that Erling Haaland will be heading to Blighty next summer. Clearly, Arsene understands how broke Real Madrid and Barcelona are – oh.

Peppy G does win the ‘we didn’t want him anyway’ award of the transfer window as it transpired, if you believe this kind of thing, that City turned down the chance to sign Saul on deadline day meaning that the Spaniard ended up at Stamford Bridge instead. OK, Pep.

And Rafa Benitez is looking to endear himself to Everton fans and players further by suggesting that his squad should spend less time mucking about online gaming and more time gardening. This is ironic, really, given that the player this applies to most (J-Rod) is pretty much on gardening leave….

Book Review: Is it just me or is modern football s**t?

As paradoxes go, it’s not quite up there with Schrödinger’s Cat, but it’s close. How is a sport that is so popular also so unpopular?

We speak, of course, of football. It’s the most popular sport on the planet – a fact that it rarely misses an opportunity to trumpet. It’s squeezed almost every other sport to the fringes and shows no sign of stopping in its efforts to Hoover up every last bit of disposable income from down between the cushions of the remotest sofa in the remotest corners of the globe. We are simultaneously fascinated and repulsed by how bloated the game on its own importance the game has become, and by its efforts to wipe out as much of what made us like it as possible.

I’m conscious of the retort that the views expressed above could be dismissed as the trademark ramblings of a certain type of curmudgeonly fiftysomething fan, but should you deploy that retort I would see you and raise you the fact that plenty of far younger fans share many of the reservations aired in this book, despite what the likes of Florentino Perez would have you believe about “young people” wanting games to be split into eight parts and played entirely on Instagram.

There’s plenty not to like about modern football, and Jim Keoghan has written two very good, in-depth books on what’s wrong with the game and how people are trying to put it right – both Punk Football and How to Run a Football Club come highly recommended. Is It Just Me… is a bit of an attempt to move into more mainstream commercial territory, and unlike his previous books it eschews presenting in-depth arguments in favour of bowling through a litany of bite-sized observations of the many irritations in today’s game.

It’s something to dip into when it all gets too much, rather than a cover-to-cover read, and you’ll probably want to dip into it when you’re watching what looks set to be the unbearably smug and surface upcoming BBC series claiming to be a documentary about the rise of the Premier League. I realise, of course, that I have committed the cardinal sin of writing off in advance what will probably be acclaimed as one of the best sporting documentaries ever made, but have you seen those trailers…?

Pretty much everything you’d expect to be here is here, ranging from new stadiums to parachute payments, celebrity referees to half-and-half scarves as well as official singing sections. You’ll argue with some of the selections, you’ll dismiss some of the arguments made – which is kind of the point of a book like this.

Within its pages you’ll find possibly the most accurate and succinct summation of the essence of too much Fan TV – “nothing sells like a dickhead” – and a neat piece of research that reveals that based on the average price of a Premier League ticket being £32, or 35p a minute, leaving early to beat the traffic costs £33 per season.

And that, my friends, is the kind of original thinking that makes you realise the game still has something going for it.

A nation born: The development of Kosovan football

Kosovo. Yugoslavia. Miloševi?. Exotic, intriguing, but ultimately historic clash of titans, a very recent conflict that eventually led to the creation of the small country of Kosovo in 2008. Kosovo is located in the East of Europe, in between Albania, Serbia, Montenegro and North Macedonia, and its history is crazy. As we watched them pick up a few medals at the Tokyo Olympics this summer, it is now time to look at how this small nation that was officially affiliated to UEFA in 2016 became a serious contender to qualify for Euro 2020. Diving into a tragic recent history, all the way to the union of a passionate crowd behind a growing nation in European football, this is the controversial story of Kosovan football and its recent development.

 Political turmoil, Serbia and genocide

Part of Serbia from 1912, then part of Yugoslavia for most of the 20th Century, this nation went through a lot before becoming independent. It started with a story of religion, with the Albanian Muslim community of current Kosovo wanting independence from Serbia. A logical path for them when 95% of the country was represented by the Islamic religion, the final 5% being Albania Catholics, which would eventually side with the current rulers of Serbia. A key figure to know in this conflict is the president of the Serbian communist party, a political movement that was still powerful at the end of the Yugoslavian era, in the name of Slobodan Miloševi?. When the news of independence rose to the ears of the Serbian president, Ivan Stamboli?, he sent Miloševi? to speak to Serbs living in the Kosovan area in April 1987. However, instead of trying to ease tensions, settle peace between the territories and move forward together, the envoy rallied what he considered was the oppressed population to join him in regaining full power over Kosovo and create a bigger Serbian nation. He would later create the anti-bureaucratic revolution, at what point he would ally with neighbours Montenegro, Vojvodina and the Serbs of Kosovo and push all his friends and himself to power. He eventually became president of Serbia in 1991, at a time when Yugoslavia was crumbling to pieces and its resulting independent nations were scrambling to gain a maximum of power and territories in the area.

While Miloševi? was gaining power, the wind of independence was blowing throughout Kosovo and the people were rallying together to reach their goal of separating from Serbia. To gain their freedom, they created the Kosovo Liberation Army (KLA), later classified as a terrorist organisation by the USA, but still supported by the Americans who saw them as a chance to crush communism in Eastern Europe. They wanted to gain independence through force. In light of this, Serbia responded by sending in police troops into Kosovo in January 1999, a move that resulted in the murder of 45 Albanian Kosovans in the small village of Racak.

The pit of bodies brought not only the attention of the local politics, but it also brought the attention of international organisations such as NATO and the media from around the globe. The coverage helped the world realise the early stages of this crime against humanity which would further develop in days to follow. The Serbians progressively started sending in more and more troops, executing 15,0000 Kosovans within 78 days, a war which was ended by NATO’s military intervention. This came a few years after the Bosnian genocide (1992-1995), a war which saw over 8,700 Bosnians executed. The Serbian surge led to hundreds of thousands of families fleeing Kosovo to neighbouring countries. While some had fled in the early 1990s, such as Liverpool’s winger Xherdan Shaqiri’s or Arsenal’s Xhaka’s parents, who fled to Switzerland in 1992, many other families left after the increased Serbian military presence in Kosovo. Between March and April 1999, 262,000 people left the country, for Albania, Switzerland, Montenegro and more neighbouring countries. A total of 400,000 people left within that year.

Although peace conferences were held for many years (1999-2007) after the war had ended, the positions would not budge. Serbia still wanted to keep Kosovo within its country, considering it was always part of it and its inhabitants belongs to the great nation of Serbia, while Kosovans were clearly not only seeking refuge after the trauma of the war, but also continuing their movement towards independence. It took the intervention of ex Finish president and UN special envoy, Martti Ahtisaari, to settle the debate around this war. His proposition was the following: if Kosovo were to get independence, they would be allowed to rally with Albania at a later date, reinforcing the power of Serbia’s political rivals.

After months of discussions, a deal was struck and the conflict ended, at least officially. While Kosovo might be free from Serbia, the political tensions in the regions still exist, more so between Albania and Serbia. The final issue for Kosovo is getting international recognition as a fully independent state; half of the world have agreed to recognise it, which includes Albania, France, Turkey or the United Kingdom. The other half however still create issues, with Serbia, Russia, China and Spain notably failing to see this new nation as fully independent. As we will see later, this creates not only geopolitical issues but also issues in sport. Kosovo is independent as far as we are concerned, but understanding their political history is essential to understand their footballing history as well.

Football, a political and conflicted story for the Kosovars

Being independent as of 2008, the Kosovan Federation was officially created in its new form that year, a year which also saw them apply for the first time to be part of FIFA/UEFA nations, enabling them to compete in international and continental competitions. And like many other moments of Kosovan history, this was no easy task. Guided by the late president of the federation, a central figure in their application process, Fadil Vokrri, they applied to FIFA first to become a recognised footballing nation in May 2008. Unfortunately, Kosovo were denied by the institution on the basis of Article 10 which says “independent states need to be recognised by the international community” in order to be fully accepted by FIFA, something Kosovo were clearly not able to fulfil. For years, this went back and forth between FIFA and Kosovan Federation, not managing to settle for an agreement. One day, the football governing body accepts that they play friendlies, the next they are refused to play any form of football in an official setting, a decision which followed pressure from then-UEFA President Michel Platini and – you guessed it – Serbia. Eventually, 2016 was the happy ending Kosovo had been hoping for nearly a decade, when they were granted full affiliation to FIFA and UEFA, enabling them to compete in World Cup 2018 qualifiers and any further international official matches.

So, before we dive into the nit and grit of the pitch, it is also important to comprehend that for many more years, and even before their full affiliation, Kosovo has had geopolitical issues within the realm of football. Yes, politics have had a big say in their history, but this followed into the world of football. This nation and conflict created an even stronger rivalry between Serbia and Albania, which followed inside the stadium. In October 2014, during a Euros qualifier that had both nations in Belgrade, a fixture that hadn’t taken place in 50 years, things got a bit out of hand. Deep into the first half, a drone made an appearance in the stadium, holding a flag for the whole crowd and players to see. Controlled by Ismail Morina, an Albanian fan and patriot, the drone was flying a flag covered in Albanian symbols, including a map of the ‘Greater Albania’, a congregation of territories that would unite ethnic Albanians together. This map depicted Serbia and Montenegro being part of this new association of territories. A clear provocation towards the Serbian crowd but was, in his mind, not an instigation of violence within the stadium but simply a way of getting back at Serbia in this difficult relationship between the nations.

As the drone flew closer to the pitch after parading for a few seconds inside the stadium, one Serbian player grabbed the flag aggressively. Whatever his intentions were with this flag, this did not please the Albanians inside the stadium, whether they were on or off the pitch. Crowd invasion of the pitch followed, with punches and shoving unleashing between the two sets of fans and the players. Stewards in the stadium were clearly not good enough to hold back the infuriated crowd, security of the players was at risk and both captains, Lorik Cana and Branislav Ivanovi?, tried their best to protect their players but chaos had unleashed. The investigation that followed put Ismail behind bars (in Croatia notably to avoid Serbia getting their hands on him), in addition to an imposed 3-0 defeat and a three-point deduction to Serbia. Albania then went on to qualify for Euro 2016, while Serbia didn’t, adding further fuel to the fire. As of today, both Serbia and Kosovo are trying to join the European Union, a Union that was built, in part, to avoid further conflicts within Europe after the World War. An ongoing conflict such as Serbia with Kosovo will not look good on their application to join the EU, therefore both countries are trying their best to meet on common grounds, decrease tensions and try, somehow, be somewhat friendly in order to both join the European Union.

Further issues, with other European nations, have arisen in recent years, with a notable incident of Kosovo refusing to play Spain in 2021 while being in their qualifying group for next year’s World Cup in Qatar. Spain, as a political country rather than its football association, have not recognised Kosovo as a country yet. Playing them in the qualifiers was therefore an issue of the highest political instance. The main issue was the fact Spain implied they would not expose any official sign in reference to the newly formed country, whether that be their name, flag or anthem. Luis Enrique announced his list of players for the game in a press conference where he stated they would be playing the “territory of Kosovo” rather than simply Kosovo. The Spanish government opposes any independence movement, as seen with the Catalan example recently, but also Gibraltar, a nation the Spanish cannot play in football due to the everlasting conflict between the two. This, like other games that are prohibited by UEFA such as Russia/Ukraine or Kosovo/Serbia due to political unrest, is another case of football and politics meddling. It was however not expected that Kosovo would encounter more footballing issues intertwined with politics on the other side of the continent, out of the Balkans. Another instance of this small nation being belittled by other more powerful nations.

Football, a story of mass immigration

When discussing the war earlier, there was an important point made about the mass exodus of populations from Kosovo and Albania away from the area, to avoid persecution from Serbia. Amongst those immigrating was Shaqiri and Xhaka, who both feature regularly in the Switzerland national team. Their performances were remarked against Serbia in the Russian 2018 World Cup, which saw them both score against the Serbs. Their subsequent celebrations were the main talking points though, with both imitating the Albanian eagles with their hands, another provocation towards their parents’ past persecutors. While the players were both charged, as FIFA have very serious feelings towards politicising football, the celebrations for the Swiss victory back in Albania and Kosovo were certainly wild, an additional wound for the Serbs after their defeat.

Immigration from Kosovo has led further players to compete for other European nations while Kosovo were going through administrative turmoil for years in order to get UEFA/FIFA affiliation. Players who were born in another country but were eligible to Kosovo include Sociedad’s Adnan Januzaj (Brussels, Belgium), Wolfsburg’s Admir Mehmedi, who plays regularly for Switzerland although being born in current North Macedonia, and more. Meanwhile, players like Valon Behrami or Valdet Rama were born in today’s territory of Kosovo but play for other nations, in their case Switzerland and Albania. Ex-Albanian captain, Lorik Cana, was born and raised in the Kosovan capital Pristina, he was even a fan of the local club, before moving in 1992 to Switzerland.

On the other hand, some players switched nationals sides when FIFA ratified the Kosovan federation. Norwich’s new recruit Milot Rachica was born in Vu?itrn (Kosovo) first chose Albania, before changing for Kosovo when he was eligible for a switch. Many other younger players were born after their parents’ immigration and have now chosen to represent their ancestors’ country. This is the case for numerous Kosovan internationals who were born in Switzerland, Germany or in Valon Berisha’s case, Sweden. Currently playing for French side Reims, the Kosovan international played his youth international football for Norway, even getting 20 caps for the senior squad. The later affiliation of Kosovo enabled him to switch sides later on and represent the country of his parents who had moved to Sweden then Norway to flee the war. Bit by bit, the Kosovan federation is gaining traction from players who were born post-immigration and creating a team that is continuously progressing.

Football, a source of happiness and more drama

So, where does that leave football in all of that, the pitch, the beautiful game? Football has brought a lot of joy throughout the world, in developing countries, in war-torn countries and poor countries. It is fair to say, Kosovo falls in those categories to an extent, and football has certainly brought hope and joy to the people. I spoke to a few people from Kosovo who would help me understand better the impact of the beautiful game in the country, the views people have about the game and more importantly how do these people relate to the national team, when most of them are from Albania descent and that the Kosovan diaspora is so spread out following the mass exodus in the 1990s. It is fair to say, not everyone sees it the same way.

First of all, we talked about the national side on the pitch. The team played poorly to start with when they were invited to participate in the 2018 World Cup qualifiers, a set of 10 games which resulted in a single point and nine losses, leading to the departure of the local manager Albert Bunjaku. Although he and the federation had done well to find players of Kosovan descent who could be eligible to play for the national team, the quality of the players was not always up to standards throughout the team, but more importantly, the tactics were not right. In addition, FIFA were not authorising Kosovo to play at home, making ‘home games’ a whole new difficulty, with matches played in Albania instead. A new coach came in, the Swiss Bernard Challandes, in addition to a ratified agreement that Kosovo could finally play home games in the capital of Pristina, was a real boost for a young team who were slowly growing in confidence and in quality. They went on to be unbeaten for 15 games after the disaster of the World Cup qualifiers, only to be beaten by England in September 2019.

While some of the unbeaten games were friendlies, many were part of the Euro 2020 qualifiers campaign as well as the Nations League, a competition in which they did brilliantly. Unbeaten throughout the latter competition, they moved up a division and qualified for the play-offs which could see them qualify for the European Championships in case the regular qualifiers did not work out. However, they lost to North Macedonia in that game, a game many feel they should have won but was unfortunately impeded by the absences of 8 players who were not released by the clubs due to isolation protocols during COVID-19. Without fans, a crucial part of the success of the team, and with the squad selection issues, the supporters were still hoping for a better result but recognise that North Macedonia were the better side.

Other than the disappointment of not qualifying for the Euros, the people saw real progress under the management of Challandes. His tactics were better, with a rigid backline helping to keep a team balance while still using exciting attacking football, an interesting cocktail as put a fan. Challendes’ expertise reassured players who were hesitating before choosing to play for Kosovo. The process of recruitment of players was a lot harder than expected, with players negotiating playing time with Albania and other nations for which they were eligible for. Progressively, however, players started joining and with FIFA’s accords, 16 players changed national squad after playing official games for their previous national side, as we saw with Berisha earlier. The federation has actively tried finding players in Scandinavia, Switzerland and Germany, where most families fled to. While making huge ‘signings’ in the last five years, they were less lucky with players such as Brighton’s Andi Zeqiri who flirted with Kosovo before choosing Switzerland instead. Challandes has added more talented players, changed the direction of the team and made what Kosovo is today said one supporter, who did however praise the groundwork made by Bunjaki.

Football, a source of pride and national unity

If you’ve ever watched a European Cup night involving an away game for your club in a Balkan country, you’ll know, at least visually and audibly, that it will be intense. The flares, the chants, the flags, the topless fans, Balkan countries know how to support their club and country when it comes to sports and football in particular. They always put on one hell of a show and Kosovo is no different. While the fans I talked to feel it is still a complicated relationship with the national team, as many people living in Kosovo feel closer to the Albanian team, there is definitely a growing interest in the Kosovan team. Yugoslavs were always fans of football; the passion has stayed and the Kosovans continue to show their passion. They watch football daily, with a lot of support for Liverpool FC apparently, and they are definitely up for a match of the national team. Certain fans in the country, like in many other countries around the world, consider football like a religion. It is no surprise to see the passion in the stadium when England came to visit in 2019. The national team is a national symbol and it brings the whole country together, something that Kosovo cannot take lightly after years of separatism.

Club football is progressing, with Drita nearly eliminating Feyenoord in the Conference League playoff, but more needs to be done to develop the league and the clubs in order to support the national team, where real progress was made. A stronger league would enable the federation to rely a little (or a lot) more on this system rather than the diaspora, which comes with its upsides and downfalls. The support from the people has helped and has definitely changed the mindsets of players who were hesitating to play for Kosovo or another nation they (or their family) migrated to during the war. The results are not perfect, the disappointment of not qualifying for the Euros through the playoff against North Macedonia is still there, but there is hope for better things in years to come.

The team is young, it is constantly changing and in reality, is truly progressing with a group of talented players joining the team with Challandes leading a great project ahead. The federation is working with UEFA to create a national academy similarly to Clairefontaine in France in order to produce a lot more talent in the future, a promising project for the future of Kosovan football. The government is also investing, in stadiums, training coaches and football related staff, an investment in the overall sport which showed good things at the Olympics Games, particularly in judo. The objective is to be competing soon with neighbouring nations like Serbia, Bosnia & Herzegovina, Slovenia but particularly nations like Croatia, who has 4 million inhabitants compared to Kosovans’ 1,8 million, a reasonable objective for a nation issued from the same Yugoslavian empire. If you are looking for a new hipster national team to back, Kosovo certainly checks everything on the list: interesting story, a passionate crowd and a new exciting group of players who can certainly aim for qualification for an international tournament in the very near future. There is so much more to say about this new nation, but for now let’s wish them the best of luck in their World Cup qualifiers, that they will be mostly playing against countries that have not recognised them as an independent state. More drama ahead for the Kosovan national team.

 

Thank you to Kosovo Abroad (https://twitter.com/KosovansAbroad), Becks (https://twitter.com/BEKIMBEKA) from Kosovo Fans (https://twitter.com/KosovoFansFC), Luan (https://twitter.com/morinaluan), Kosovans Football (https://twitter.com/kosovanfooty_EN and Football Kosovar (https://twitter.com/FootballKosovar) who helped me massively with their insight.

Today’s Tales: Oi, Ronaldo! Can you play as a 6?

You lot should be grateful this week, you really should. The newspaper that publishes this rubbish every week asked me to submit just 500 words this week as they didn’t have space for more.

No dramas. You know, just the week Cristiano Ronaldo reappears at Old Trafford, ready to either enhance his Premier League legacy or somewhat tarnish it.

But no worries, it’s not as if Liverpool versus Chelsea had anything interesting to mock or Arsenal completely self-combusted against City or anything. It’s not as if Daniel Levy is dancing a silly dance of transfer-war joy having beaten Harry Kane into staying at Spurs in the last seven days. It’s not as if anything untoward occurred at the Etihad in the last week.

So he is back – but not on the side of Manchester most people thought he’d be rocking up to on Friday morning. Depending on who you believe, Ronaldo resigning for Manchester United was the work of Rio Ferdinand, Patrick Evra, the Glazers looking to buy themselves a longer reprieve from protests or Brunaldo – though I am not sure we can continue to call him that if Ronaldo is actually playing for the same team.

The biggest question is not around how he will fit into Ole Gunnar Solskjaer’s non-existent tactical framework, of course. It’s all about what number he will wear as he’s not allowed to take Edinson Cavani’s number seven now that the season has started. 

Fantasy Football managers all over the world are in meltdown having invested big on Bruno Fernandes – will the Portuguese midfielder have to hand over all set pieces now to Cristiano? The thing is, Brunaldo gets them on target once in a while, you know – Ronaldo, not as often as you might think.

Mikel Arteta assures us he is having a look at himself after Arsenal were royally spanked by a Kane-and-Ronaldo-less Man City 5-0. He might want to start by looking at which planet he was on thinking that Holding, Chambers and Kolasanic would be able to stop City’s attack. And then have a peek at why he felt Granit Xhaka was trustworthy and worth a new deal. Then maybe at why Cedric is his first choice right-back currently.

City were rather good, however – far better than Peppy G’s sweatshirt. I mean, what was that on the back? Some kind of plea for help?

A perfectly good game of football at Anfield was ruined by a referee daring to only briefly look at the VAR screen and realise his big boo-boo in not seeing Reece James’ arm move to the ball to stop it going in. A penalty and red card followed (correctly, correctly) meaning that the second-half was a case of stoic Chelsea defending and frustrating Liverpool attacking. Still, 1-1 was probably a fair result and most judges would have had Virgil van Dijk vs Romelu Lukaku in the heavyweight division down as a split decision, probably to VVD.

Solskjaer might be wondering whether Ronaldo can play as a defensive midfielder given Fred’s performance at Molineux. Wolves, driven by Adama Traore, battered United for the majority and United won 1-0 – 28 away games unbeaten now which is some kind of record.

United were poor, make no mistake about it, and if Ruben Neves had rolled around on the floor immediately then he might have won a foul that stopped United scoring. But he didn’t, and Wolves need to find a way to turn all that lovely stuff into goals and points.

West Ham briefly looked like they could remain the early pacesetters in the table when Michail Antonio scored once more to put the Hammers 2-1 up. But, Patrick Vieira’s team-with-no-direction do have one bright spark – Conor Gallagher, on loan from Chelsea and doing a more-than-passable impression than Frank Lampard by scoring two beauties from midfield.

Tottenham are being quietly efficient behind all the Kane noise. Nuno has managed to get away with being duller than Jose on the pitch, primarily because the team are keeping clean sheets under him. Kane started and finished (the game, not any chances) and it was a fluke/put it an area effort from Son that took three points against Watford.

Patrick Bamford celebrated an England call-up by poaching one from half-a-yard to nick Leeds a point away to Burnley who had led through Chris Wood’s 30,000th Premier League goal. No, not Wood’s 30,000th obviously. We’d be here until 3012 waiting for Burnley to score that many, let alone Wood on his own.

Steve Bruce continues to be under pressure at Newcastle – but then has he ever not been under pressure there? Newcastle scored in injury-time to lead Southampton 2-1 but still found a way to screw it up, gifting the Saints a penalty and JWP doesn’t miss many of them.

As pretty as Brighton are, you just kinda knew that Graham Potter vs Rafa Benitez was likely to end up with a big W for the Spaniard. Demari Gray is being touted as the signing of the summer (before presumably disappearing and being toilet as Everton start their November slide). Gray scored a lovely goal and wisely kept himself out of the heated “who is taking this penalty THEN?” debate that raged – apparently, DLC was allowed the first one and Richarlison would have had the second, had there been one. We can only guess that the Brazilian either forgot or was in no mood to follow the rules.

Norwich kept themselves above Arsenal in the league by scoring and not winning at Carrow Road. Marc Albrighton, who is still playing, scored a deflected winner for Leicester who had led through Jamie Vardy. Vardy disappointed in truth – where was the canary based celebration? Norwich had a late, late equaliser chalked off by VAR as Todd Cantwell was standing in front of Kasper Schmeichel and, you know, offside. Apparently, he was not interfering with play according to Daniel Farke. Just ask Brian Clough what he thinks about strikers not interfering with play in the box.

Emi Buendia and Ivan Toney arrived in the Premier League with big reputations to live up to this season and both netted at Villa Park. Brentford remain unbeaten and Buendia scored the kind of goal that a certain someone who used to play for the club would have loved to have scored himself. Credit to Dean Smith though – he managed to get away with playing Ashley Young in central midfield.

And so, a mere fortnight into the new season, players that are allowed to disappear to their international teams are off – many with their phones on to see if they can get that deadline day payday of a move.

Today’s Tales: Jurgen doesn’t want to go with the flow and a Chelsea striker scores

And in a flash, it has gone – the second week of Premier League action disappears as quickly as it appeared.

Already, things start to have a familiar feel – Manchester United went behind away from home before sorting themselves out to nick a point they may not have deserved. Norwich City got battered by one of the top sides. Burnley tried to kick Liverpool off the pitch but ultimately lost. Adama Traore failed hit to a bus with a banjo and an expensive Chelsea striker hit the ground running in their first game. Wait, what? That doesn’t sound right.

Jurgen Klopp’s Liverpool side kicked the weekend off at Anfield and Burnley, as mentioned, looked to kick Liverpool off Anfield as the former champions won 2-0.

Kloppo probably has a point when he takes on those that are pining for football to be like it was in the 70s and 80s – would we want to drive cars from back then? No, so why do we want to see tackles go in like they did back then? There has to be a balance though – we don’t want every team to be allowed three Terry Hurlocks but let’s not call every bit of contact a foul either.

Either way, Burnley will Burnley and you’re probably not going to change a player like Ashley Barnes this late in his career. It didn’t stop the Reds as young Harvey Elliott made an impressive first Premier League start – and it was the usual faces of Diogo Jota and Sadio Mane who did the goal-related damage. Naturally, Sean Dyche had a few moans of his own – thinking his side had been hard done by with a couple of rough Liverpool challenges. Sean Dyche will, after all, Sean Dyche.

Quite a few people are tipping Chelsea for the title (including me which almost guarantees it won’t happen) and now they’ve got a striker who might score goals (sorry, Timo) they are an even more frightening prospect. 14 minutes was all it took for Romelu Lukaku to bully Pablo Mari into an arm-flinging submission to the floor and open his second account for the club. Tony Adams, watching in a TV studio, would not have approved of that bit of defending from an Arsenal defender carrying on the legacy of back fours before him.

Bernd Leno might have chosen a good moment to make one of the finest reflex saves ever seen in the Premier League (wouldn’t be right at the top though, given the game was gone and this will not be remembered as a classic match). Given he now has an overpriced understudy itching to finally play some minutes that don’t lead to relegation (though don’t count that chicken just yet, Aaron), his tip on to the bar that denied Lukaku his second was about the best thing that happened to any Gunner at the Emirates.

Peppy G’s actual champions got their home campaign underway with the standard 5-0 drubbing of Norwich. Jack Grealish – he cost ONE HUNDRED MILLION if you’ve been living under a rock – scored his first City goal, whilst Gabby Jesus reminded everyone he is actually quite good (and a hell of a lot cheaper to run than Harry Kane). Raheem Sterling even managed to play and score but, as you’d suspect, City will face tougher challenges than Norwich this season.

Early pacesetters Man United failed to live up to the early expectations, coming from behind to take a point from Southampton at St Mary’s. Southampton did enough to take all three – United, really, did not. Still, nice to see Fred continue his goalscoring start to the season.

Nuno had an early return to Spurs and regardless of what happens to Harry Kane, could he finally be the manager to wake up Dele Alli? Alli scored the winner from the spot and Wolves looked toothless once again. Kane did come off the bench but, having seen the state of that away kit, can you blame him for wanting to get out? He missed a chance to make it 2-0 but if anyone was leaving Molineux disappointed they didn’t score it was Adama Traore (again).

Brighton ended the weekend with a 100% record so far this season – even with only two games gone I did not expect to be saying that. Once again, they were efficient and, once again, I did not expect to be saying that. I don’t think it can be written off as “only Watford” given that they did a number on Villa on the opening day, but given they’ve only beaten the Hornets and Burnley let’s not get too carried away with Graham Potter’s magic on the south coast.

It doesn’t seem to matter who Danny Ings is playing for, he’ll score – Ings’ scissor-kick for Villa against Newcastle is, apparently, an early contender for goal-of-the-season but, more realistically, we’ll all have forgotten it by the time everyone returns from the first international break.

Villa did need that win, however – how many more points before people stop mentioning the fact that they no longer have their former skipper?

As ever, there were goals in the Leeds match – which is even more impressive given they were playing an Everton side managed by Rafa Benitez. Do not be fooled – the Toffees having five goals in two matches does not point to a new carefree Rafa. It means that Michael Keane had better sort himself out or he won’t be seen again. 

Crystal Palace fans could be in for a long season – if they thought watching a Roy Hogdson side was painful, it would be interesting to get their thoughts after they’ve suffered two months of Patrick Vieira’s tactical philosophy. The Eagles failed to soar higher than the Bees and it was a 0-0 draw with Brentford.

With a week remaining in this transfer window, the rumours get no less crazy.

Arsenal, the new big spenders of English football, claim not to be done despite adding Odegaard and Ramsdale for something in the region of £55m last week. Don’t let the fact that there’s a lack of concrete rumours linked to the Emirates right now, there’s still a while left for them to hit panic.

West Ham’s “one-of-their-own”, Declan Rice, is thought to be a little peeved that he is being valued at £100m. He knows as well as us that nobody is paying that for him.

Tanguy Ndombele’s time at Tottenham won’t be remembered for much other than an impromptu park session with former gaffer Jose Mourinho – he’s desperate to get away and would like to play for Real Madrid, Barcelona or Bayern Munich. And Spurs thought they had issues with Harry Kane.

The previously mentioned Michael Keane should be worried about Everton being linked to taking Chelsea not-yet-seen defender Malang Sarr on loan.

If you remember Tiemoue Bakayoko, you’ll be delighted to learn he might be about to join AC Milan permanently.

Finally, Steve Bruce is listening to Newcastle fans’ desire to play non-stop attacking football regardless of that meaning certain relegation. As a result, he’s in for Everton’s James Rodriguez which is, frankly, bonkers.

PSG and Qatar: Completing football

On the rather plain Qatar Sports Investment (QSI) website, there is not much to see for the scale of the company.

Other than a bulky paragraph about Qatar, pictures of the board of directors, and a very brief description of what they believe, you cannot learn much. The most poignant takeaways are perhaps their messages on unity and vision.

QSI says it believes sport, leisure and entertainment effectively bring together “people regardless of nationality, colour or race” (unsurprisingly, it excludes LGBT+) and they wish to “contribute to the rapid growth of sports investments”. This is so they can become “internationally recognised as the leading sport, leisure and entertainment investment company in Qatar and abroad.”

The reason for this is because Qatar is a rentier state. Qatari citizens do not pay tax, causing the government to look elsewhere for income that is not resource-based. This is where the overlap of football comes into play and why the industry has been so important to the growth of the Gulf state.

It is in this context that QSI’s and other Qatari company’s success should be assessed. The conclusion? They’ve blown their aims out of the water.

In 2010, they secured the World Cup – albeit by dubious means to say the least – and now the perfect storm brewed for their tournament 18 months away: the availability to sign Lionel Messi to their crown jewel, Paris Saint-Germain.

Driven by Tamim bin Hamad Al Thani, now the Emir of Qatar, QSI originally bought a 70% stake in Paris Saint-Germain on 30th June 2011. The following year, they purchased the club outright.

Damien Comolli, Liverpool’s director of football at the time, recognised what kind of future laid in store for the sport at the time. “PSG could be in a league of their own for the next five to 10 years,” he examined.

Ten years on, they are indeed in a league of their own. In June, the club shared QSI’s triumphs since their arrival: 27 trophies won for the men’s team; two trophies won for the women’s team, including their first-ever league title; 19 trophies for the handball team; revenue increased five-fold to €580 million; academy growth; and working with charities.

Predictably, these highlights are just the tip of the mountain they’ve accelerated beyond. Economic and political dominoes fell in tune to elevate the small peninsula from World Cup host to centre of the game.

One particular is PSG’s flourishing relationship with Nike and the Jordan brand. The partnership, which is worth around €67 million per season, made PSG more than a football club. They are a global brand, style and fashion trend.

Consequently, this gives PSG exactly what they crave: international acceptance, even if people do not realise it.

Adding Messi to this equation catapults it to a whole new level. It’s hard to find a bigger example where two enormous player brands from two different sports – Michael Jordan and Lionel Messi – have crossed over like this. The marketing departments must be having a field day.

Beyond PSG, Qatar has built other avenues into the sport through TV and sponsorship. The Qatari state-owned broadcaster started their football coverage in 2012 when they held Euro 2012 rights and won their first set of TV rights in Ligue 1. Since BeIN Sport has built a global TV network.

Coincidentally, the chairman of BeIN Sport also happens to be the chairman of QSI and president of PSG, Nasser Al-Khelaifi. That being said, it is little surprise that it was also he who succeeded Andrea Agnelli as president of the European Club Association. Al-Khelaifi seemingly moved up the political ladder while expanding his influence across the world.

Qatar Airways – the state-backed flight service – has paralleled Al-Khelaifi’s political and BeIN Sport’s success by becoming a major sponsor throughout the football industry. Their soft power influence stretches from South America, into Europe and Asia, and out towards Australia.

Ironically, Qatar Airways were in partnership with Barcelona for four years before QSI decided to poach Neymar from under them. In 2017, the agreement ended, and the two parties went their separate ways.

With that in mind, Messi is no stranger to Qatar’s soft power or being a part of an apolitical symbol, even if it is either indirectly or Messi is unconcerned by it.

In a separate complex issue, Messi has grown up and lived through the Spanish-Catalonia discourse. Despite having so much clout in the region, Messi never publicly discussed the Catalonia issue.

“The thing about global superstars like Messi is that they become a corporate symbol,” Barcelona writer Luis Mazariegos told EiF magazine. “For someone who is as big as Messi, it’s too dangerous for the brand of Messi to get involved in those political conversations.”

This topic can be carried over to his move to PSG. For Messi, it seems it was driven by three factors: affordability (PSG are one of the few teams that can match his worth), friendship with Neymar, Ángel Di Maria and Leandro Parades, and the chance to win the Champions League again.

For PSG, there are other factors involved. Yes, they have the Champions League in common, but PSG will undoubtedly exploit Messi’s stature whilst he is in Paris. Just on a sports business basis, they have good reason too. TV deals and sponsorship arrangements are there to be seized. PSG have been gifted a unique situation where they can capitalise on the capital Messi brings.

However, inevitably there will be soft power features alongside it. PSG are at the centre of football by Messi assuming his role next to Neymar and Kylian Mbappe. They are the Parisian Galácticos. The world will be at the gates of Le Parc des Princes thanks to them.

This season’s task will be to clean up the trophies, secure the Champions League and increase Qatar’s profile further. In the long run, assuring Messi and their other superstars are ready for the World Cup is essential. It would hardly be a surprise if they prioritised it heading into the 2022/23 season.

All of this is important, because Qatar seek to ensure people forget about the country’s Anti-LGBT+ laws if they are wearing their clothing. Or fans will kindly ignore the 6,500 migrant worker deaths in connection to the World Cup preparations if Messi becomes its mascot. Or spectators will respect PSG’s women’s team making history whilst not realising the discrimination Qatari women face at home.

This is why signing Messi is perhaps symbolically more important than any league title or trophy they have won so far. It entrenches a global fanbase into the narrative QSI is driving. Trophies are always inevitable at PSG. They manoeuvred the market into a condition so only they – and a couple of other teams – could compete financially. Taking Neymar from Barcelona was the beginning of that.

So, maybe, signing Messi is the greatest trophy PSG has won. Fans will flock, social media presence will rise, and their World Cup preparation will rank up.

They can take comfort that not only have they beaten the traditional clubs in the arms race, but they have also emotionally ripped away from the remaining joy Barcelona had. The legacy of the 6-1 defeat at Camp Nou is no more.

Alternatively, they created a new superpower that has concerns on and off the pitch and stretches around the world. Whatever happens now, it doesn’t really matter, even if the Champions League is somehow not delivered. Starpower, TV, sponsorship and the World Cup. Qatar has the lot.

Al-Khelaifi can think job well done. He has led the way from the beginning. Now, Qatar and PSG have everything they need to complete football. If you believe, they have already done it, they managed to do it in ten short years. Just how Comolli predicted.

Today’s Tales: Are you watching Harry Kane?

Well, would you look at that – a new Premier League season. Not a lot has changed, really – Mo Salah scores on the opening day, Arsenal are still bobbins, Leeds cannot defend at Old Trafford and Harry Kane still wants to leave Spurs.

The new season got underway at one of the promoted clubs, Brentford. They were entertaining Arsenal and, according to the Gunners fans, everyone was there just to watch the Arsenal.

Yeah, about that. Without wishing to take too much away from the Premier League new boys who were very, very good but just how utterly rubbish were Mikel Arteta’s men?

Rather than spending most of the summer trying to pay £40m for a very average goalkeeper, time could have been spent addressing bigger issues – and there are too many for me to list here. Mind you, it doesn’t help when your two highest-paid strikers phone in sick before kick-off. Arteta was very tightlipped about what had happened there, but we can probably assume what they’ve gone down with.

Brentford went to bed top of the league – what a feeling.

Naturally, much of the pre-match chatter around City’s opener with Tottenham was around the Spurs captain and his desire to walk away from “the greatest stadium in world football”. It was believed that Kane actually wanted to play against the club he’d really like to join but Nuno, at the end of his first actual week of working with Harry, chose against it.

Daniel Levy thinks he will be keeping Hazza at Tottenham for at least one more season and passed this note on to the City officials at the match. Mind you, you get the feeling City will want him just a little bit more after that result and Spurs will either think they can do without or think they’ve got an even stronger selling position.

Sitting deep and hitting City on the break – it was almost as if Jose never let but fair play to Nuno, that’s not a bad way to say hello to your new fans. 6th choice or not, he even managed to get a tune out of Lucas Moura who hadn’t been seen since Amsterdam.

Sonny can only play with Kane? Not a bit of it. And who would have thought Grealish would have played twice for City and not seen them score a goal?

Many people, including myself (for which I apologise to Leeds fans), have tipped Marcelo Bielsa to better last season’s 9th place finish – and they’ll be grateful they won’t be playing at Old Trafford again this season having followed up last time out’s 6-2 drubbing with a 5-1 battering on Saturday.

Ole Gunnar Solskjaer unveiled Raphael Varane before the game, whipping United’s fans into a frenzy ahead of kick-off – nice to see those protests against the Glazers and European Super League have been bought off by a couple of big signings – and his team were at it from the first whistle.

Graeme Souness must have been salivating at the form of Paul Pogba – by the hour, the Frenchman had matched last season’s assist total by laying on three for his teammates. Many have been wanting to see the Pogba that plays for France and he showed some of that off against Leeds, creating a fourth before the end.

But the star of the show was Bruno Fernandes, never shy of sticking the knife into a team that isn’t in the top six. Brunaldo got a hat-trick but it was Leeds’ Luke Ayling who got the best goal of the game, smashing an equaliser in from right back.

Pogba might have been excellent, but it won’t stop him running down his contract this season and disappearing on a free next summer – yet already United fans are thinking he might head off with a league winner’s medal around his neck. Trust me, that’s not happening.

My bet for the title just happens to the Champions of Europe – they took apart my dead certs for relegation, Crystal Palace, 3-0. Marcos Alonso, who just keeps getting picked, scored the best free-kick of the season before the next kid off the Academy rank rounded things off nicely. We probably won’t see that much of Trevor Chalobah this campaign, but he’ll always have that moment.

Chelsea have finalised the coming home of Romelu Lukaku for the small matter of around £100m and have more than enough in the tank to nick the title from Pep’s lot this season.

Tammy Abraham will be waving his mates on from Rome, by the looks of it – he jetted off to see Jose over the weekend and agree his move to Serie A.

I cannot see how Liverpool can realistically challenge for the title given that they’ve done very little in the window to close the gap on City. But, they put Norwich to bed fairly comfortably with Salah doing his usual opening day thing of scoring. Mind you, his first assist was a touch fortunate as he demonstrated the touch of a sledgehammer trying to control Trent’s pass into his feet.

Norwich are supposed to be better than the last time they graced the top flight. Time will tell, it looked pretty similar to me.

Rafa’s back in town and he’s already got points on the board. Everton beat Southampton, who have had better weeks having had to sell Danny Ings and then seeing Jan Bednarek leg it to Leicester as fast as his very long legs would take him.

Richarlison was back from the Olympics where he won a gold medal, presumably for either the long jump or in the diving competition. It being earlier than November, he was in spectacular form turning the game around for Everton after new signing Adam Armstrong started filling the Ings void for the Saints.

Leicester would love to not bottle it this season and finish in the top four and Jamie Vardy was on that mission straight away, scoring a lovely goal to beat Wolves – Wolves could well struggle, especially if they are relying on Adama Traore’s finishing to score them goals.

Hands up if you could name more than two Watford players in their starting line-up? No matter, they could be quite fun to watch this season as they sprinted into a 3-0 lead over a Grealish-less Aston Villa. Villa got it back to 3-2 but did little to quell the suspicion that they were a one-man team who no longer have that one man.

Brighton adopted a different approach in their first outing. Rather than dominating a game and losing, Graham Potter sent the Seagulls out at Burnley to be dominated – and, of course, Brighton ended up winning. Funny old game, as someone used to say.

Newcastle fans have been desperate to get back into St James’ Park and throw their support behind Steve Bruce and his team. My advice would be to forget the actual result against West Ham – they should close their eyes and replay each moment Alain Saint-Maximin got the ball. I mean, it took Declan Rice five minutes to get back in the ground after the headband-wearing magician set up the opener for Callum Wilson. All that was very nice, but it didn’t lead to Newcastle winning – West Ham know matching last season’s league finish will be tough but made as good a start as they could have hoped for.

There is plenty of transfer news but I shall spare you that – as nothing I write next could possibly top the fact that Phil Jones, the former footballer, has refused to give Raphael Varane his number four shirt despite the fact he is more likely to be Messi’s replacement at Barca than ever play for United again. Score on the petty scale? A solid 19 out of ten.

They are worth 15 points a season: The team behind the team

I am sure many of us involved in the game of football savour those precious moments in a game when a striker produces a rare touch of magic to score the match-winning goal. And we are, I think, just as generous in our praise of the defender whose last ditch tackle prevents a certain goal. Or of the goalkeeper, whose skill and agility prove decisive with a crucial save in the dying moments of a match.

But how many of us, I wonder, ever stop to think of the work that goes on behind the scenes to turn top players into the superbly fit athletes that they now are? Do we sometimes perhaps too readily forget the efforts of “the team behind the team”? It is one that not only has specifics tasks but also has a role to play in creating an atmosphere around the team. For a manger having built a ‘team behind the team’ the manager is required to lubricate the machinery to ensure it runs smoothly in all conditions. It is the importance of fully integrating the backroom staff-including the Medical Team-in to the daily life of the squad. These days it is not unusual for a manager to arrive at his new job with a member of his medical staff at his side.

After his sides triumph at The 2018 World Cup, manager Didier Deschamps made special mention to his medical staff’s contribution to France’s success. This is clearly a sign of the times in recent years the roles of sports medicine and science in football and therefore the medical staff have grown in importance. Gone are the days when team doctors and their colleagues dealt almost exclusively with the treatment and recovery from injuries. The demands of today’s game mean that top players now have to come in to contact with numerous aspects of medicine that was barely considered just a few years ago. These range from safeguarding the players health and specific fitness training through to stress management, psychological preparation of players the problems of doping and increasing risk of alcohol and other social and recreational drugs being used within the game. They are also responsible for implementing injury prevention, care and rehabilitation, and lifestyle counselling, including the use of leisure time, hygiene in living habits, nutrition and safety.

published in 1999 following France’s World Cup triumph, Aime Jacquet wrote “sports doctors are not just there to treat injured players they are involved in the team’s fitness training and give advice on the players workload they must offer guidelines concerning sunbathing and training schedules.” In short, apart from purely technical and tactical there is no area in which the doctor and Physio may not and should not be in constant dialogue with the manager.

Sir Alf Ramsey, another World Cup winner, appointed Middlesbrough FC vice chairman and medical officer Dr Neil Phillips to the position of Honorary Team Physician to an Under 23 tour. In his autobiography Doctor To The World, Champions Phillips explained details of his appointment.

Alf set set aside two hours for a personal meeting and wanted to discuss the role as he saw it. He assumed I would provide high quality medical care for the players. He also wanted me involved in all players activities. “Whatever the players do and wherever they go, I want you to be there with them.” I was to attend all training sessions, team meetings. My meals would always be taken with the players, I was to attend all the players social functions. He trusted I would become over time, just another member of the squad. “Most of all, I suppose, I want you to become ‘the players friend’ I want them to be able to discuss matters with you they may not wish to discuss with me and the coaching staff. If you have any concerns any time do not hesitate to discuss them with me.”

However the single most crucial aspect remains the same the ability to deal with an Emergency and life threatening injury on the FoP. In the last week we all saw the importance of the development of this field in football. When Christian Erickson shockingly collapsed while playing for Denmark at the European Championships. The fast work and expertise of the medical professionals on hand have likely saved Erickson’s life suffering after he suffered a Cardiac Arrest. Such was the excellent response by the Danish team doctor and Physio.

In recent times across Europe there have been several significant injuries on the field of play that have required immediate emergency medical care and evacuation of the player to hospital. The main types of injuries requiring on-field emergency care are

• Cardiac arrest
• Head injuries
• Fractures
• Injuries or suspected injuries to the spinal column. Vital to all this is a well rehearsed and practiced (EAP) Emergency Action Plan.

Following on from a number of these type of injuries a special Emergency Care for Players steering group was set up in 2008/09 with a specific trauma course (AREA) in the The Pre hospital setting now known as the FA Trauma medical management in football both advanced and intermediate level. Endorsed by the Royal College of Surgeons of Edinburgh.

Lower down the leagues there is still a lack of concept of the physio and medical aspects.

“The physio has an image of somebody who knows how to do a bit of massage and who runs on to the pitch with a magic sponge, the miracle water and a bag that sometimes makes him run in an odd way that the crowd laugh and treat him as a circus act. The sad thing is certain people within the game treat us like clowns as well as well…”

It is usually one of the last to get rewarded and the first to get cut, but like Didier Deschamps, now and again, a manager makes a special reference of his medical staff.

Former England manager Ron Greenwood said “Fred Street our physiotherapist, was another first-class chap, gifted, enormously experienced and a real football man”.

I will end with the words of Sam Allardyce “If you haven’t got a good physio and medical team, you might as well not bother. They are worth 15 points a season. It doesn’t matter how many good players you buy. If they aren’t fit it’s money down the drain.”

Today’s Tales: Foxes like Community things and Harry Kane returns to solitary confinement

To be fair, I was tempted to ‘do a Harry Kane’ and not show up today but then I realised nobody was likely to be putting in a €150m+ bid to remove me from my Tottenham (and by Tottenham, I mean this column) hell.

So, here I am – raising a glass to the opening of the 2021/22 English football season having watched the traditional curtain-raiser at Wembley. 

It doesn’t matter how much managers like Peppy G and Brentan like to pretend that it’s a trophy worth winning, the Community Shield was nothing more than a glorified friendly kickabout with players that will get nowhere near the actual Premier League team in the case of City and a quickly scrabbled together back four for Leicester now that Wes Fofana has joined Jonny Evans, Timothy Castagne, James Justin and everyone else in the treatment room.

Understandably, much of the fanfare was to welcome the most expensive English footballer ever to Manchester City. Jack Grealish adopted his England role and sat on the bench for most of the game at the ‘Home of Football’ and got 15 minutes at the end showing off a few nice touches and not a lot else.

Leicester were handed the game on a Nathan Ake-shaped platter after the Dutch defender managed to let a pass slip under his foot, get tackled by Iheanacho and then drag the Nigerian to the floor – Iheanacho got up to fire the winning penalty home to save us all from having to watch another spot-kick showdown under the arch.

The first silverware of the season went to the Foxes and Guardiola’s attention will now switch to persuading Spurs that they want to give him Kane in exchange for around one-hundred-and-fifty million big ones.

City believe they can get a deal done this week – which will be music to the ears of the England captain who has finally rocked up at Tottenham’s training complex claiming he was not on strike, he just wasn’t at training. Kane will be spending five days in solitary confinement – not a punishment dished out by Daniel Levy, sadly – as he undergoes quarantine.

Yet, could Pep’s affections be now divided given that a certain Mr Messi is not going to be playing for Barcelona next season? Sure, PSG are already commissioning some fancy marketing agency to do a “Messi Launch Party” underneath the Eiffel Tower but it is believed that the Argentine’s preferred destination is still the rain of Manchester. Mind you, Roman Abramovich might have something to say about that having called an “emergency meeting” which his folks to pull together an immediate battle plan to take Messi to Stamford Bridge.

Defender Aymeric Laporte could not care less if Kane or Messi join Grealish at the club – he wants to go to La Liga meaning both Real Madrid and Barcelona, both massively broke remember, are being linked.

Inter Milan have “reluctantly” accepted the fact that Romelu Lukaku has unfinished business at Chelsea and Chelsea have £100m with their name on it. Lukaku is expected to be at the club some time next week. Whilst they are in Italy, Chelsea are hoping to pick up Juve’s Dutch defender Mattijs de Ligt in return for either Jorginho or Timo Werner and another wedge of cash.

This all means players lead to leave the Bridge and fast – Kurt Zouma still heads that list, winger Kenedy (yeah, he’s still there), Baba Rahman (yep, him too), Danny Drinkwater (I know, still getting paid to be a footballer), Ross Barkley and Tammy Abraham are all expected to depart at some point.

Tottenham have literally set up camp in Serie A and have signed Atalanta’s Cristian Romero, finally – £47m is all the best defender in Italy costs nowadays. Spurs would still like Japanese international Tomiyasu for under £20m – Bologna, in case you’d forgotten. They won’t be signing Philippe Coutinho, however – he, like Antonio Griezmann, is being offered to all and sundry but given he is playing in Spain Spurs have politely declined.

They’d much rather Inter’s Lautaro Martinez for £60m – spending the Harry Kane money they really don’t want to cash in on. Martinez is claimed to be up for the move – Ashley Young, Christian Eriksen, Alexis Sanchez and Victor Moses must have had quite the impression on him.

There’s lots of noise coming out of Arsenal, as usual. They will need to pay £60m plus to take James Maddison from Leicester and pay him a fair whack to take a step down in level. If he cannot be convinced, then they’d like to take Bernardo Silva off Pep’s hands as he wants to leave the Etihad. However, nobody with half a brain is convinced that the Emirates is what Bernardo was meaning when he said that.

The Gunners have also bid a mere £17m for Lazio attacker Joaquin Correra which has been described as “inadequate” – not a word Arsenal are unaccustomed to.

Arteta is still sniffing around Sheffield United’s Aaron Ramsdale and Sander Berge and thinks they are a good use of £50m. 

Also, given that Manchester United have been able to get anything done, Arsenal would like to sign Atletico’s Kieran Trippier for £40m – you have to admire the ambition if nothing else.

Despite all this, Lyon’s Houssam Aouar would still join them in a heartbeat – just nobody is picking up the phone.

It’s been pretty quiet at Old Trafford in the last week other than Anthony Martial being pretty likely to leave this window – Inter Milan would like him to replace both Lukaku and Martinez which asking a bit much in the cold light of day.

The fact it is equally quiet at Anfield will not please King Kloppo anymore than last week – Liverpool are one of several teams being linked to Bournemouth’s Arnaut Danjuma. I mean, he’s alright but doesn’t really fill the big hole in the middle of the park that Gini’s gone and left.

Aston Villa love a transfer window and before their former skipper was unveiled at City they’d revealed they had signed both Leon Bailey and Southampton’s Danny Ings in the same day. Dean Smith isn’t planning on stopping there – he still fancies a bit of JWP’s dead-ball cunning and is one of the remaining people in football that believes there is a top-class striker waiting to happen in Tammy Abraham.

Brentford have the reputation of being “clever” in the transfer market so the fact nobody has heard of Yoane Wissa (a winger) and Jens Cajuste (a midfielder) would suggest they are busy being clever again.

Everton are not thought to be clever, which is why they are being linked to Solomon Rondon who, I believe, was least seen playing in China.

Leeds have asked both Noa Lang, a Dutch U21 international, and Huddersfield midfielder Lewis O’Brien if they like running and have ever heard of murderball – both gave the right kind of answer so at least one of them will be moving to Elland Road.

Southampton are looking to fill their sudden Ings-shaped hole with either Blackburn’s Adam Armstrong or Tammy Abraham. They’ll need someone or the dreaded R word will start to be whispered down at St Mary’s.

West Ham reckon they’ve got about a 10% chance of getting Jesse Lingard to the club this season so are switching their attention to various European-based central defenders. Nikola Malenkovic of Fiorentina, Duje Caleta-Car of Marseille and Nayef Aguerd are being linked to the Athletics Stadium.

Crystal Palace’s Vieira-led spending spree looks set to continue – they’ve probably signed loads more since last week and I’ve forgotten to tell you. This week, they are keen to get Armstrong ahead of Southampton and many others (I just don’t know who they are).

Norwich want USA international Josh Sargent for £10m, Brighton want Arsenal’s Eddie Nketiah for £20m and Newcastle are the latest side to show an interest in random Liverpool cult hero Nat Phillips.

Meanwhile, Burnley would like to be rejected by Leipzig’s Ademola Lookman who surely believes he can do better than that. So, rather than look for another winger Sean Dyche is up for signing Maxwel Cornet instead – a defender, in case you are bothered.

Today’s Tales: Kloppo frustrated, Jack choices and, hmmm, Phil Jones!

Can you smell it, folks? That’s the sweet scent of the Premier League season closing in and money being burned on random signings left right and centre.

We have more transfer rumours than Team GB have medals in the Olympics for you to enjoy(?) today – feel free to join us in the mockery of most as, frankly, there are some crazy ones here today. I mean, Phil Jones being linked to another Premier League team? Loco.

Up at Anfield, King Kloppo is getting understandably frustrated given the lack of activity in the market for Liverpool – who, you know, wouldn’t mind trying to win that title back. It’s all very well saying getting Virgil and Joe Gomez back is like “having new signings” but Jurgen would like some actual new signings.

The club have been linked to West Ham’s Jarrod Bowen in the last week – no, he’s not a central midfielder – and Wolves’ Adam Traore (no, he’s not either). Germany midfielder Florian Neuhaus is a central midfielder however, and can join the long list of other potential £30m+ signings that probably won’t happen this window. Still, Trent’s signed a new four-year deal – that’s something, no?

Manchester City are waving a new contract under the nose of their keeper, Ederson – no doubt, that’ll get signed as efficiently as he plays the ball 100 yards out to Sterling’s feet with a single cursory glance forward.

All the other talk at the Etihad continues to surround Jack Grealish and, to a lesser extent in the last seven days, Harry Kane. City are thought to have finally but £100m on the table to Villa who will accept it if Jack really, really wants to go – if not, they’ll happily tie him down to a new deal. 

In unrelated news, John Terry has quit as Villa’s assistant manager as he wants to spend some time preparing himself for a hot seat in the near future. He felt it would be unfaithful to Villa to be looking around whilst still employed by the club. I know, I know – that’s very unlike JT to reach that conclusion.

New goalkeeping contracts seem to be all the rage as Villa want to get Emi Martinez sorted for many more years just in case Arsenal realise what a clanger they dropped letting him go and try and woo him back.

Having signed Leon Bailey for £30m-ish, Dean Smith still wants more wide attacking options – it’s almost as if he thinks Jack would really, really like to play for City. Todd Cantwell of Norwich City could be on his way meaning that Villa could line up with two-thirds of a Premier League attack that got relegated two seasons ago.

Smith is still very keen to get Southampton’s James Ward-Prowse up to the Midlands but is probably going to need to find more than £25m to tempt the Saints – no matter how much JWP fancies it.

Chelsea have continued their interesting trend of quirky third-choice goalkeepers by signing ex-Fulham stopper Bettenelli. Well, at least there won’t be any relocation costs for him.

There’s lots more happening at Stamford Bridge as Tommy T has demanded Jules Kounde is signed from Sevilla – with Kurt Zouma being used as bait. However, Zouma isn’t keen on being bait for anyone and would much rather stay in London and wear the colours of West Ham instead.

Bizarrely, long-term target for everyone with money, Erling Haaland, has said that he hopes that links suggesting he might be joining Chelsea for £150m are “just rumours”. As much as that might cheer up Tammy Abraham, it’s unlikely to see his potential sale slowed down – Chelsea still want £40m but West Ham, Villa and Arsenal would rather not pay that – mind you, hold your line long enough Blues and you’ll find Arsenal probably will pay that and more.

AC Milan still believe Hakin Ziyech wants out of a fight for a place at the Bridge and would much prefer life in Serie A and Trabzonspor are likely to be the next club to rent out Michi Batshuayi for a season.

Over in Madrid, Manchester United have the guy who pestered Dortmund into eventually selling them Jadon Sancho delegated to a new task – United believe a deal can be done on both Kieran Trippier and midfielder Saul Niguez, though Liverpool are quite right to remind everyone he is very much on their shortlist of midfielders they will not sign.

There is also false hope at Old Trafford that because Ole has known Haaland since he was a baby that this could be enough to close the deal for the Norweigan goal-machine. It’s that kind of thinking that has pushed United forward since Sir Alex called it a day, after all.

As ever, there’s been chat about Paul Pogba but, far more importantly, since United have confirmed the signing of Raphael Varane from Real Madrid, Eric Bailly wouldn’t mind a little reassurance about his future.

Tottenham really need to get busy otherwise they could have a shocker of a season, and are being linked to a striker who scored 20 goals in Serie A last season – but they were for Crotone who got relegated. In fairness, Simy is pretty decent and would be a great backup to Kane next season if, well, you know, Spurs manage to lock Kane in their empty trophy cabinet so he cannot physically sign for City.

Having had a deal nailed on for Argentine defender Cristian Romero, it looks like that deal has stalled – seriously, I do wonder what happens for Spurs once their new Director of Football has run out of people in Serie A to call.

Arsenal also need to get busy – though, they have spanked £50m on Brighton’s Ben White leading to little dances of joy at the Amex, messages in WhatsApp groups saying “they paid HOW MUCH???” and immediate plans to reinvest the money very sensible indeed.

Lautaro Martinez won Serie A with Inter last season and Inter have expressed an interest in Hector Bellerin so a genius in the Arsenal recruitment department has put two and two together and come up with a £20m + Hector offer which reminded many of us of the time they offered £40,000,001 for Luis Suarez.

Oh, it was turned down if you are interested.

Arteta continues to “monitor” Schalke’s Matthew Hoppe which feels like a strange thing to be doing given that Schalke’s season has not started so nothing will have changed.

Potential outs at the Emirates include Reiss Nelson who is Patrick Vieira’s latest young, English muse and, still, Xhaka who could have walked to Roma and signed a deal by now.

Unsurprisingly, Arteta is still keen to get Willian out of the club and, equally unsurprisingly, is struggling to find any other club stupid enough to pay his wages.

And Real Madrid would love to get rid of Martin Odegaard for £40m or so and, guess what? They think Arsenal might be the punter of choice.

Mind you, the Gunners are still being closely linked to Italy’s Manuel Locatelli – that’s if Juventus fail to stump up the cash to buy him.

Crystal Palace, Brentford and Watford have been scouring the Olympics for any bargains and all agree that New Zealand’s Matthew Garbett might be a good bet.

West Ham are the club laughably looking to give Phil Jones a Premier League lifeline – that said, it’s very much on a pay-as-you-play deal apparently, meaning it will probably cost them precisely nothing.

Brighton need a goalscorer and Benfica’s Darwin Nunez is one of those so you can do the maths on this one.

Leeds missed out on getting Conor Gallagher on loan from Chelsea so will have to make do with signing Lewis O’Brien from Huddersfield instead.

Newcastle fans will be delighted by the reports that Steve Bruce is to be offered a new contract at St James’ Park. If they can tear themselves away from that anger for five minutes, they’ll learn that they are the preferred destination of Man Utd’s Axel Tuanzebe for a loan deal and that there is still a good chance of getting Arsenal’s Joe Willock back for another season – though Monaco are said to be sniffing around on that one.

Everton’s least Rafa-like player in the squad, James Rodriguez, has ruled out a return to Real Madrid this summer – presumably based on the fact that he isn’t good enough for Real Madrid anymore.

Fabian Delph deserves some credit for becoming the more-hated 31-year-old international at the club with some of his recent social media commentary and Rafa remains unconvinced that Dutch right-back Denzel Dumfries is a player he wants to sign. True, Dumfries does like to venture over the halfway line.

In the least shocking news of the week, Wolves’ £35m purchase of Fabio Silva from Porto has been caught up in the investigation of many “suspect” Portuguese transfers in recent windows.

Finally, Arsene Wenger is expected to turn down the chance to become the new Switzerland manager – there is some irony that the manager who never saw anything and would sit on the fence is turning down a job with the most neutral country in world football. Maybe it was just the thought of having to manage Granit Xhaka again?

Tales from the Terraces: Wrexham’s European Adventures (Part Two)

“Some of these trips we made last a week, it was a holiday. It was different. Different places, different food, different socialising. All good fun.”

For many of us, the idea of a European road trip has felt like an implausible dream over the past year. Crossing borders, drinking in local bars, chatting the night away with randomers. Did people use to do these things?

For Clive Popplewell and co, following the Red Dragons in the European Cup Winners Cup made them a regular occurrence throughout the 70s and 80s. When the roads were less explored, the towns less endlessly snapped and the tickets less restricted to the same privileged few.

“We woke up in three inches deep of water, absolutely saturated.”

It’s 1978. Rijeka, Yugoslavia. Popplewell and two mates had just successfully navigated countless borders on their 1,200-mile trip to watch Wrexham’s second leg encounter with FC Rijeka. Yet, it would be the navigation of a plastic sheet that would leave them undone.

“Being clever like we were, we had a two-man tent for three of us.” Improvisation was needed. “We took the pole out and tied a knotted rope through the hole in the roof around a branch of a tree. And I thought ‘that’s great!”

That thought had gone by the morning. “The tree was blowing up and down, everything was moving. It was just sheeting down.”

If the saturation issues were bad, they had a bigger problem. All their clothes were sitting in a car on the other side of the road. Picture three ‘bollock naked’ Welsh men sprinting through the pouring Croatian rain at 6 in the morning and you know how any onlooking locals might have felt.

Little did the naked men know but, courtesy of one of the player’s mothers, the team hotel would become their home for the following two nights.

No more saturated nights of sleep, just a disappointing 3-0 overturning of their first leg lead (2-0) to endure. Failing to mention it once, the result clearly isn’t what sticks in Popplewell’s memory.

Nor is it for Peter Griffiths, who recalls crossing Checkpoint Charlie to see his beloved Wrexham take on FC Magdeburg the following year.

“An unbelievable experience!” Travelling to West Berlin with the team after a 3-2 home leg win, Griffiths remembers the intensive reception their coaches faced from the East German border guards.

“They used mirrors to search everyone on and under the coach. Joey Jones (a Wrexham player) doing impressions of the military walking didn’t go down well.”

Despite the distasteful impressions, they made it through. The inspections didn’t end there though. Later that evening, as Griffiths struck up an unlikely conversation with the BBC’s John Simpson, two armed guards stormed into the hotel.

They were looking for a Mr Griffiths and Mr Bailey. The number of visas didn’t match the passports. Due to a last-minute ditching of train travel, Griffiths had left their visas behind in Britain. The attraction of travelling with the team proving too much.

It turns out “Oh yes, ours are in London” isn’t the best answer to give to an armed East German guard. Plenty of intense interrogation ensued.

Eventually, ‘after a great deal of negotiating,’ they were permitted to stay. Simpson’s words that ‘nobody has a problem getting into East Germany, it’s the getting out that’s the problem’ ringing heavily in their ears.

Luckily football, as it so often does, came along to provide the perfect distraction. Wrexham scoring first to open an incredible game of football. “It swung one way from another,” Griffiths recalls as the goals rained in. Still 2-1 ahead at half-time, the 2nd round seemed to be beckoning for the Welsh delegation. We all know it’s never that simple.

A packed crowd roared the Germans back into it, equalising in the 54th minute, the momentum fell behind them. A late goal in normal time and a couple more in the added thirty ended another years run in heartbreak for the Welsh minnows. 7-5 the final score on aggregate.

For Griffiths though, the result is just a footnote. Perhaps a sign that this period of unforgettable tales was more memorable for the experiences off the pitch than any success on it.

Giant Killers

That would soon change. After a short exodus from the competition, the 1984-85 season would bring all that romance back again. Facing one of the giants of Europe, Wrexham, now a fourth division side, were written off without a moments’ thought when they were drawn against the previous year’s finalists Porto.

After all, they hadn’t even won the Welsh Cup to qualify. Their entry only coming about due to the technicality of their defeaters, Shrewsbury, who were ineligible to enter.

A lowly crowd didn’t look to improve their chances either, with only 4,935 in attendance. “We were struggling to even get crowds of 1500-2000 in them days” Peter Jones informs me. “The 80s were a pretty dour time for Wrexham but Europe gave us an opportunity to put our name on the map.”

And put them on the map, it did. “If we give a red-blooded performance there just might be an upset” Wrexham manager Bobby Roberts declared before the first leg. There was a quiet confidence in him. He’d studied the videos sent over by Aberdeen boss Alex Ferguson and identified the Portuguese teams’ weakness: dealing with crosses into the box.

So, they pumped them in.  After countless hits of the woodwork throughout the game, Jim Steel weighted a beautiful ball onto the wing in the 77th minute, seconds later John Muldoon returned the favour with a delightful cross and Steel dramatically headed home from close range.

Cue ecstasy in the stands. It may not have been full but, it was another rocking night at the Racecourse. Wrexham would take a 1-0 lead to Porto, knowing that the Dragões would throw everything at them to overturn it.

“I got drenched.” Wet, is one way Popplewell would describe the second leg. “It was just absolutely thunderous downpour, like a monsoon.” Andy Artell, who’d travelled to Portugal on a Persil sponsored train ticket, remembers struggling to even see the pitch from the terraces. “It was just really, really dark.”

Poor visibility didn’t stop the Portuguese from getting off to a flying start, with international star Fernando Gomes netting two as they raced into a 3-0 lead by the 38th minute. The locals, who’d confidently declared to Artell that they’d ‘win easily’, looked to be proven right.

Wrexham defender John King was having none of it. First a volley, then a header, King single-handedly brought the Red Dragons back into the tie with two goals in four minutes. The 100 or so travelling supporters started to believe as the half-time whistle went.

That belief was soon forgotten. Just after the hour, Porto were back in front on aggregate, courtesy of a wonderful 30-yarder from Futre.

“Of course, the Porto fans around us were celebrating so I turned to one and said ‘Well only this one bit of luck and we’re through on away goals.” In-fitting with their pre-game confidence, the Portuguese fans laughed off Popplwell’s suggestion “Ahhh no chance, no chance’

Then, in the 89th minute: “Barry Horne pops up, toe pokes one in and crikey, there we are.”

Artell went wild: “I remember climbing up to the top of the fence, shouting and just waving my arms about. The players came over going absolutely mad and the police were tapping our faces saying can you come down please?”

They weren’t so polite to Horne’s dad, Clive. “I was pounced on by some of the Portuguese police, who laid into me, battering me with truncheons. But it was worth it to see Barry score and Wrexham triumph.” A dedicated father.

And the attacks didn’t end with Clive. “After the game, a lot of Porto fans weren’t very happy and they came at us with umbrellas, attacking us with umbrellas. Obviously, it was a different time in the 80s.”

Any violent reactions from the Portuguese supporters or police couldn’t mar the significance of the occasion. How could they? Fourth division Wrexham had just knocked out a team who would go on to win the European Cup two years later.

David had gone toe-to-toe with Goliath and slain him in the most dramatic of fashions. His next opponent: Roma.

Roman Mission

Going into the game, the mismatched nature of the occasion wasn’t lost on Artell: “They were a top Italian team. It was just unreal, you know, a little Welsh team playing them.”

It was off to the Italian capital for the first battle. A deserted capital. Local strikes had emptied Rome of its tourists, leaving the Welsh contingent to explore it undisturbed. That tranquil nature soon disappeared upon reaching the Stadio Olimpico.

“We were pelted by oranges, bits like that, coins that sort of thing.” Popplewell recounts the coliseum-like experience. Artell remembers the bombardment well. “It was a bit lively over there”

“All of a sudden this big mass of Italians came charging over to the fence we were behind.” The worst instantly came to mind. “This is not good.’ They all came piling over with no police to stop them. ‘Right this is it, come on, oh my god.”

Fear of a beating spread through the 100-strong Welsh travellers but no beating would arrive. “They weren’t interested in us at all… They just passed us as if we weren’t even there, weren’t bothered in the slightest.”

The attraction of joining up with the loudest singing end a far bigger pull than picking fights with a few Wrexham fans. They, like the Portuguese, had little fear for the abilities of their opponents. Sadly, this time, they would be proven right.

Two goals either side of half-time, from Pruzzo and Cerezo, placed the Romans in a commanding 2-0 lead for the return leg. Artell’s exit from the stadium ended up proving more dramatic than the actual match…

“We were walking after the game and this big load of Italians came after us and we thought ‘Oh god, they’re coming for us’ so we started going quicker and quicker and ended up being chased.”

Pacing away from the apparent Italian mob, Artell and co became stuck. There was a barrier in their way, the unknown on the other side. “We were going to jump over and they went ‘oh no no, don’t jump.” A huge drop lay waiting for them. “No, no, we just want to swap scarves’ ‘Oh for god’s sake.” With that, it was time to head home.

14,000 fans packed into the Racecourse this time round, Porto inspiring dreams of the impossible. Sadly, the impossible is hard to repeat. Roma’s Graziana popped up in the 22nd minute to head home and stifle the hopeful home crowd. 3-0 down on aggregate, it was one step too far for even this courageous fourth division side.

Final years in Europe

Although Wrexham’s latter years in Europe didn’t quite match the level of success of 1976 or the giant killing of Porto, there were still many treasured tales to be made. Take the infamous 1986 2nd round encounter with Real Zaragoza.

After battling to an impressive 0-0 draw in Spain, Popplewell noticed something rather different from the Spanish supporters.

“Their fans were waving these white handkerchiefs, apparently a show of appreciation for the opposition because we played very well defensively, they couldn’t break us down.”

Even after finding out the true meaning, Popplewell was rather nonplussed by the sight, “I found it quite incredible really, I’d never seen that before.”

There would be handkerchiefs a plenty back in Wales as the teams played out 90 minutes to the same scoreline. Extra-time was on the horizon.

Jones recalls ‘a brilliant atmosphere’ to match a brilliant additional half hour of football: “Extra-time was just electric, there were about 13,000 fans there and it was a typical Racecourse evening under the massive floodlights.”

As they kicked off again, the tension of both legs seemed to disappear. Patricio Yanez quickly opened the scoring for the Spanish, only to be instantly hit back with a bundled goal from Steve Massey.

Still hungry, Yanez pulled the Zaragozans ahead again in the 104th minute with a tight finish. But Steve Buxton was on hand to poke home for Wrexham and reignite the raucous crowd into a frenzy of excitement. Ten minutes to find one more.

Zaragoza goalie Cedrun stood in their way, holding firm. Beating away every ensuing onslaught. Wrexham would fight hard but come up short in the end, falling out on away goals.

Reunification

Peter Jones remembers Wrexham’s last two trips to the continent well. For Lyngby (1990), he, and seven others, crammed themselves onto a small minibus. After travelling for hours, they needed a place to stay in the night before the game. It just so happened that, out of all of Northern Europe, they settled on Lubeck, Germany on a very unique kind of evening…

“It was reunification night.”

Completely by accident, these eight Welsh men had pootled into the centre of world history in the making.

“We were there in the main square of Lubeck with thousands and thousands of German people, fireworks going off everywhere. It was an absolutely brilliant experience to be there, four miles from the eastern border, on reunification night.”

A brilliant experience that would only get better as Wrexham edged out Lyngby BK 1-0 the following night. “The icing on the cake.” Cue wild celebrations in Copenhagen as players and fans grouped together for a heavy one in the Danish capital.

Following defeat to Manchester United in the 2nd round, Jones’ and Wrexham’s next trip to the continent would be their last, Romanians Petrolul Ploie?ti getting the honours in 1995.

Jones’ journey to Ploie?ti was certainly a culture shock… “We ended up in Third Class with, honest to god, people with pigs and chickens under their arms. Just standing up, crowded in.” And, as he proudly declares, it only cost him about 25p. 25p for a memory that’s lasted 25 years. Not bad.

On arrival at the ground, things only got stranger, “We didn’t even pay to go in, they just let us in, they were so pleased to have fans from another country there at the time.”

It was as if royalty had arrived. “They let us go on the pitch before the game and have our photographs taken and all their fans put on a bit of a show chanting and that.”

The underwhelming 1-0 aggregate defeat may have been a whimper for  Wrexham to end their European campaigns on but, for Jones, the unique memories it left are clearly far more important.

Throughout their recollections, Artell, Griffiths, Jones and Popplewell rarely got bogged down by the defeats or disappointments.

Perhaps it’s a reflection that, no matter the result, the ability to travel across Europe to watch their lower league side face-off against the continent’s finest was a privilege in itself. Anything more was miraculous.

In 1996, that privilege was taken away. From then on, only clubs playing in the Welsh league system would be eligible to enter the Welsh Cup and, with that, the Red Dragons chapter in Europe was closed.

A chapter that had allowed a small Welsh town to dream. To forget domestic troubles and bathe in the romance of wandering across a divided Europe.

Maybe one day, when football’s heart returns, we’ll see the delight of fourth division minnows battling it out against European giants once again.

We can all dream…

 

Special thanks to Andy Artell, Clive Popplewell, Peter Griffiths and Peter Jones for enlightening me on this wonderful period of footballing history.

Today’s Tales: Some nonsense to do with Harry Kane

Right then, folks – get comfortable because we have a lot to get through today. All the rumour-creators are back after their post-Euro 2020 getaway and they’ve been cranking out the rubbish to get Spurs fans excited about what players they probably won’t be signing.

Before we get into all that, however, we should doff a cap to Ole Gunnar Solskjaer.  Ole has earned a further three-year deal at Old Trafford for “improving the culture of the club”. That’s right, the days where trophies meant success for United are in the distant past and OGS has been rewarded in the same way a teacher gets a pat on the back for controlling a rowdy Year 6.

The hottest topic of this window is around two England stars of the summer – Harry “I definitely want to get away” Kane and Jack “actually, I’m coming round to the idea of staying” Grealish.

The week started with reports that Spurs had accepted a £160m bid from Man City and it was ALL ON. Within an hour, both clubs had denied that was the case – City going big in their statement and calling it NONSENSE. There are denials, and there are denials. Spurs continue to assert he is not for sale but Kane continues to believe they are bluffing and that gentleman’s agreement he thinks he has will be honoured – especially as there is an alleged £400K a week contract on the Ethihad table.

Whether the deal happens or does not happen, Kane is unlikely to be on the field when the two sides oh-so-conveniently meet on the opening weekend of the Premier League season. Random fixture generators, eh? What were the chances?

Grealish seems to have started listening to people that have been saying things like, “you realise you won’t actually play that much?” and “weren’t you a bit bored watching all those England games this summer, it’ll be like that at City”. Villa are waving a new deal in front of their captain and pointing to the fact they’ve made some pretty cool signings so far and are being linked to several more (to be revealed not-so-exclusively later). Grealish is tempted – the signing on bonus alone might clear that £10k bar bill he racked up on holiday.

Some people are scratching their heads more than ever about Arsenal. Having sold Emi Martinez for just £20m last summer despite him clearly being their best keeper, they are seriously considering paying £32m for Aaron Ramsdale of Sheffield United – he who has been relegated twice in a row. They’ve had two bids rejected and are going back in again – just like they’ve done with Brighton’s Ben White who could finally be announced this week for anything up to £60m.

Arteta is not stopping there – he wants to bin off Alexandre Lacazette to free up some cash to end Tammy Abraham’s Chelsea hell. If he has any change left after paying Tammy £125K+ a week and the £40m he will probably cost, plus the £20m from flogging Granit Xhaka to Roma, Arteta wants to add Dortmund’s Denis Zakaria to his midfield labelled “this lot look good on paper”.

Chelsea are starting to sense that Dortmund are not overly keen to sell Erling Haaland to them, even at a crazy price. As a result, Chelsea have scoured the Earth for a cheaper alternative and have contacted the agent of Robert Lewandowski (as I am sure we’ve reported several times already). With Abraham moving out and Timo Werner open to the idea of heading back to the Bundesliga, the Champions League winners need to do something – which could well be getting neither and keeping Abraham and Werner. 

That said, they are also still being linked to Romelu Lukaku – so who knows? We certainly don’t and neither does Hakim Ziyech who is still being linked to a loan move to AC Milan.

He won’t be replaced by Real Madrid’s Eden Hazard who has zero interest in returning to the Bridge – which is a relief to most Chelsea fans – but the club do fancy bringing in Sergio Romero to be the 3rd choice goalkeeper this season. He’s on a free having left United and would tick the box of “quirky 3rd choice” for Chelsea – an absolute must.

Liverpool have flogged Harry Wilson to Fulham and are still keen to find a way to get Divock Origi, Shaqiri, Nat Phillips and Neco Williams out to raise £60m or so.

They’d like to spend some of that on Italy star man Fede Chiesa, but Juventus said no to their £86m bid. Damn you, Juventus – that could have been the ultimate “sign a player after a few good tournament games and regret it forever” moment.

More realistically, Liverpool like the look of West Ham’s Jarrod Bowen who may or may not have played alongside Andy Robertson at Hull. If the deal happens, I’m sure that will get cleared up.

Kloppo also likes the look of AC Milan’s Franck Kessie to do a job in midfield. Good at penalties too, is Franck.

It wouldn’t be a rumour-based column if Paul Pogba didn’t get a shoutout. He doesn’t look likely to sign a new deal but PSG’s fans have made it quite clear they don’t want him joining on a free next year.

As much as Solskjaer protests, there is a big chance Pogba will be off this summer and Massimo Allegri would not be against him returning to Juve.

United are still taking forever to get the Raphael Varane deal done, haggling over the last £10m and have apparently joined Arsenal in the race to sign Wolves’ Ruben Neves. Unfortunately for United, their initial talks with wonderkid Eduardo Camavinga have been written off as “quite disappointing”. Cutting.

Donny van der Beek has got wind of Pogba being out the door and has decided to stick around in case he gets a game just because he is still there. Anthony Martial won’t be so lucky as OGS sees no need for his inconsistent consistency now they have Jadon Sancho and will sell him to anyone who wants a moody Frenchman who doesn’t score enough for £50m.

Those signings Villa have been promising Grealish look something like this – Todd Cantwell from Norwich, Leon Bailey from Leverkusen and, er, Julian Alvarez from River Plate. You can see why he is tempted to stay, no? No?

Crystal Palace are signing anyone who claims to be a footballer currently as they’ve realised they need some players in time for the new season – coming in are Joachim Andersson (went down with Fulham last season), a freebie from Sunderland (maybe) and possibly Ozan Kabak – who spent the end of last season on loan at Liverpool.

Everton are collecting wide players like… well, a club that sold all their wide players and now have a manager who really wants wide players. Andros Townsend and Demari Gray are in – significant upgrades on Ademola Lookman, Theo Walcott and Bernard I am sure you will all agree. Oh, and Alex Iwobi.

They’d also like Jesse Lingard from United if he does end up leaving and West Ham can’t afford him.

If West Ham can’t get Lingard, they want Ross Barkley to see if Moyes can repeat the same trick twice. On top of that, Matty Perreria from WBA is on the list which is utterly bizarre given he is (a) more expensive than Grady Diangana who went the other way last year and (b) not as good as Grady Diangana who went the other way last year.

Newcastle and Leeds are fighting over Swedish midfielder Jens-Lys Cajuste from FC Midtjylland. Leeds want to add him to the signing of Lewis Bate from Chelsea – another young Chelsea kid joining another Premier League side – a bit like Myles Peart-Harris who joined Brentford. As did, Kristoffer Ajer finally – getting away from the Scottish Premiership to fulfil his dream of playing alongside Pontus Jansson.

Still with us? Good – a bit of Spurs as you’ve been so patient. They have signed an Italian keeper on loan, are looking at a Serie A defender and a Serie A striker. It’s almost as if their new DoF is Italian or something. Cristian Romero might be coming from Atalanta and Joaquin Correra from Lazio.

Paratici will be gutted he missed out on Ashley Young, no doubt.

England: The return of ghosts and the search for closure

With his back to goal and hand over his mouth, Bukayo Saka stood alone. Even though he was isolated, he was not the only person who would need to carry the weight of England’s loss. Where Saka’s penalty was decisive, Marcus Rashford and Jason Sancho also missed their spot kicks.

Gareth Southgate was quick to try to put the penalty trauma to one side. He hoped to lift some of the weight. Southgate knows better than anyone the burden it bears, so he did not want his past to become their future.

Southgate shared a moment with each of them on the pitch, ensuring he could do his best to take responsibility for their actions. He repeated this in public later when he told the media it was his fault, not the players.

It’s down to me,” he said. “I decided on the penalty takers based on what we’ve done in training. Nobody is on their own. That’s my call and it totally rests on me.”

While it is easy to assume this is a routine ‘protect the players’ mantra, Southgate’s rhetoric falls perfectly in line with his personality and management. Even twenty-five years after Euro 96, Southgate is still unfazed about apologising for his penalty miss. He is a statesman, so he will push those buttons when called upon, whether in public or private.

Most of all, however, a firm lingering question hangs over this England side: how do they bounce back?

It is typical for ghosts to run amok in the England men’s team psyche. Before the 2018 World Cup, England saw three semi-finals’ at major tournaments (1966 World Cup, 1990 World Cup and Euro 1996). Something has always appeared to halt England in its tracks: a red card, a penalty shootout, underwhelming management, the press. All four, amongst other things, defined the ‘golden generation’.

Since Southgate took charge, he has eased the burden of the past. He has built a united squad, no matter who drifts in or out. The penalty shootout success over Colombia at the 2018 World Cup was celebrated as exorcising the old ghosts that haunted the team. The recent win over Germany was treated similarly. He has reached two major semi-finals (three if you want to include the Nations League) and reached a major final.

Southgate’s tenure is about searching for closure. Closure for England is closure for him. They have gone through too much together for the story to end on a sour note. The Euro 2020 final was meant to be the antidote, though now it is just another painful chapter.

The loss to Croatia in 2018 was never seen as a failure. Instead, it was the beginning of a bright future. The same could possibly be said for the Nations League defeat to the Netherlands. But, for the first time under Southgate, this England side has their own failure and ghost to contend with.

This does not mean the pitchforks should be levied into the air against Gareth Southgate. Too much progress has been seen under him – psychologically, collectively and nationally – to throw him under the bus.

Alan Shearer’s pouring of emotion towards Gareth Southgate after the Germany win and his Euro 96 apology summed up how many people felt and still do.

And here’s something that life has taught me,” Shearer wrote in The Athletic. “You have to sample the shit to appreciate the good stuff. And if you put yourself forward that many times, every now and again, you’ll trip up. You tripped, Gareth. But you stepped forward. And now it’s time to finally let go, to let the rest of us catch you…”

I look at you and see England. And I see myself, too.”

He added: “Hurt? No. Fuck that. I’m smiling and I’m proud. Proud of England, proud of you.

As time passed, some may believe Shearer was too wrapped up in emotion. Nonetheless, the core points remain. If you sample the bad with the good, you can appreciate this England more than most we have seen.

Yes, Southgate tactically tripped in the second-half and extra-time, and it was proven costly. Yes, Rashford, Sancho and Saka tripped, and it was proven costly. However, you can still look to England and be proud. The next major tournament is only 18 months away and this same group of players will take to the field beside a few inevitable changes.

As we sample what happens on the pitch, we also have to sample what happens off it. Unfortunately, the latter is far more disturbing. Shearer also prophetically wrote, “we’re forever one game away from disaster.”

The ‘disaster’ that happened was unlikely to be close to what Shearer may have expected. Where this England side has done their best to represent their country in the media and their social activity, others either wish to bring them down or fail to abide by the standards they set.

Southgate has helped transform the national team to mean more than just a game of football or the elation of lifting a trophy. They are about humanity.

Those a part of that rancid mob who breached security and assaulted other fans were not. Those that racially abused Rashford, Sancho and Saka were not. Those that defaced the Rashford mural were not.

We can only set the example we believe we should and represent the country in a way that we feel we should when representing England,” Southgate said after the game.

Everybody has to remember when they support the team, they also represent England and should represent what we stand for.

I think the players have done that brilliantly. We can only try to affect the things we can. I think we had a lot of positive effects on areas of society, but we can’t affect everything.”

People have responsibilities in those areas, and we all have to work collectively to constantly improve those things.”

Throughout his tenure, Southgate always attempts to galvanise the nation in the image he wants England to have. While this summer he has had mixed results, fans responded when they saw the abuse.

The Rashford mural was repaired and covered in messages of love. The Manchester United player received letters from inspired children detailing their support. The better parts of social media also responded to wish the players well.

Southgate’s foundations for a better England team, a better English nation, remain despite the defeat. His players – alongside their club colleagues – have grown in confidence in the past year to be outspoken.

A footballer calling out a Secretary of State’s hypocritical rhetoric would have been unthinkable two years ago. Now, Tyrone Mings’ has set a new bar with his tweet towards the Home Secretary.

Before the tournament, there was a slight worry the team lacked leadership outside of Harry Maguire, Jordan Henderson and Harry Kane. That has all been put to bed. There is a clear abundance.

With Euro 2024 far from Southgate’s mind, the England manager will be leading the team out again in 18 months (as long as qualifying goes as expected).

The gap between now and then will be the toughest challenge of his managerial career. Expectations have risen. Pressure will grow. His critiques will anticipate resolutions.

Behind all the attention, positive voices will say this journey has been worthwhile. On the pitch, not every England story needs to end with heartbreak. Off the pitch, not every England story needs to begin and end with division.

To prepare for the next tournament is to prepare the country to face its new ghosts and the issues of the time.

Because at the end of it all, not only Southgate is desperate to deliver the closure this country needs, but to give himself the closure he needs.

Today’s Tales: Nuno says Harry is going nowhere – so that’s that, then…

A week without actual football has now passed us by because, as ever, we do not count preseason friendlies as football and no matter how hard we try, it’s difficult to get too excited about the prequalifying rounds of the Champions League.

All we have to live for in this post-Euros world is the transfer merry-go-round and we are living in eternal hope it (a) being merry and (b) actually going round.

What throw-a-six-to-start rumours have been out there this week and has anything actually been confirmed?

Strap yourself in reader, we’re about to bring you fully up to speed.

Rafa Benitez is hoping the signing of Kalidou Koulibaly, once a target for their neighbours, will show he is serious about bringing success to the Ev as well as increasing their outgoings significantly. Koulibaly played for Rafa in Italy, apparently, and what’s the point of paying a superstar manager a huge wedge of cash if he cannot open his contact book?

Benitez is also keen to rid the club of Moise Kean permanently and Juventus are said to be open to taking him back to Turin – water passing under bridges springs to mind. Juve would also like a bit of Gabby Jesus, but we said that last week and not much has happened. Slightly less exciting for Everton fans is the arrival of Asmir Begovic to be the backup to Pickford.

Arsenal could have a good week next week – having snapped up Nuno Tavares from Benfica, there’s a good chance they’ll finally sign Ben White and tempt Ruben Neves away from Wolves. We can all agree that they’d be little upgrades on Rob Holding and Mohamed Elneny. 

Hector Bellerin has seen the success had by the likes of Ashley Young and Victor Moses by doing one to Inter and wants to have a go himself. He’s told Mikel Arteta he wants out – luckily, Arteta still has Cedric Soares, right?

Houssem Aouar is still very much on the Arsenal list with James Maddison and Albert Sambi Lokonga should/might/probably will arrive from Anderlecht in the next seven days.

Joe Willock has seen these rumours and correctly deduced Arteta doesn’t fancy him so would like another year in Newcastle to continue being cuddled by Steve Bruce.

Andre Onana won’t be joining the Gunners as he is off to France and Lyon – and speaking of France, Arsenal are hoping to nudge Eddie Nketiah towards Patrick Vieira and Crystal Palace.

Vieira needs to get busy otherwise Palace will struggle to name an eleven on the Premier League opening day, and he’s currently looking at a keeper Sunderland released, a child-striker from Man City and Kasper Dolberg from Nice (who presumably hasn’t been that put off by being managed by Vieira previously).

Tottenham have joined the race for Portuguese (yeah, obviously) international Renato Sanches. Liverpool are still linked and Barcelona are working out how to fiddle the books to make it happen too.

If you look up Wales’ Harry Wilson on Wikipedia you’ll see that his bio includes “perfect signing for a newly-promoted Premier League team” so Brentford would like him for £10m and would like to pay that again for Celtic’s Kristopher Ajer (who is pretty good, apparently).

Manchester United think this is the week where they finally get Raphael Varane from Real Madrid, though those pesky PSG people are now trying to muscle in on the deal. If United are not careful, they might end up with Vinicius Jr as well as Madrid try to flog him so they can sign Kylian Mbappe.

Champions City would like Barcelona to stop pestering them about Antoine Griezmann as they want to focus on closing the deals on Harry Kane (who Nuno says is DEFINITELY not going anywhere), Jack Grealish (who is becoming very tempted by a new Aston Villa deal) and Erling Haaland who Dortmund are half resigned to losing and half determined to keep.

Roman Abramovich has made it his personal mission to persuade Dortmund that they should sell Haaland to him and if that fails, Chelsea have a cunning Plan B in going for Robert Lewandowski instead.

Griezmann is more likely to end up back at Atletico in a swap deal with Saul Niguez, meaning he won’t be going to Liverpool after all. Someone else keen to get away from Diego Simeone is Kieran Trippier who has his heart set on going to Man United. If that happens, Simeone would like Norwich’s Max Aarons to be his replacement – English right-backs are very, very in fashion right now.

Staying with City, they were impressed with Fulham’s Antonee Robinson relegation season and would like to keep him in the Premier League. Wolves seem to think he is Portuguese and have made a bid.

Another player that went down with Fulham might find themselves in a better place in life – Alphonse Areola is off to West Ham on loan.

With Saul going to Barca (maybe it was offering them Divock Origi that put them off), Liverpool need to get their midfield sorted so are now chasing down Italy’s Nicolo Barella from Inter – £60m is the number being bandied about.

To stop King Klopp taking Youri Tielemans away, Leicester City are going to offer him a new fat cheque at the bottom of a new long-term contract. Klopp has also missed out on Donyell Malen, who is off to Dortmund to be the new Jadon Sancho.

Tottenham do need to get busy and will finalise the deal for Tommy Yasu this week. Tomiyasu is an all-action defender who could become a crowd favourite quite quickly and ease the pain for Kane not turning up to training to force through a move.

Spurs would also like American Matthew Hoppe, a 20-year-old forward who scored six Bundesliga goals last season – surely ending all Hoppe of Kane staying?

Nuno wants two players from Wolves and is worryingly linked to some not-so-good ones – Willy Boly and Daniel Podence could be wearing Lillywhite next season.

Finally, Jose Mourinho has been linked to a shock move for a Manchester United left-back – and yes, of course, he wants Alex Telles on loan. Sorry, Luke.

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Less than friendly terms: Ian Holloway and his ‘relationship’ with Bristol City fans


February 2011 and Ian Holloway brings his Blackpool side to the home of Bristol City. Holloway is pretty much Mr Bristol Rovers. A Pirates fan all his life, he both played and managed the club. He is adored by Gasheads and hated by City fans. The appearance of the former Rovers captain would usually spark a wall of noise, boo’s, whistles and hate. Except for this time, it’s different. This time there is a ripple of applause. Holloway comments after that as a proud Bristolian it moved him and he remarked that he wants his relationship with City fans to improve. There are endless arguments on the forums. Some say he is a Rovers legend that hates us and should never receive anything less than a reception of pure vitriol. Others say he is the only Bristolian to have managed in the Premier League and this achievement should be recognised. Other former Rovers players come to Ashton Gate and get a boo but nothing on the scale that usually greets Holloway. So how did it come to this?

Ian Scott Holloway was born in Bristol and grew up on the ‘Banjo Island’ council estate in Cadbury Heath which is deep in Bristol Rovers territory. He attended Sir Bernard Lovel school which also boasts cricketer and staunch Bristol City fan Marcus Trescothick as a former pupil. SBL was a secondary school with a good reputation. John Barnett taught Ian Holloway at SBL and tells me that ‘I taught him in Year 9. Bright, bubbly and keen. The whole family supported Rovers. He was pretty clever and picked up French quickly’. This contrasts somewhat with the image of Holloway as something of a clown and the Bristol City fans nickname for him of ‘Hollowhead’.

Holloway may have always been a Rovers fan but he did get the opportunity to sign for Bristol City in 1980. The Robins were a much more attractive proposition at that time as they had only just been relegated after a four-year spell in the First Division which had seen players such as Norman Hunter, Joe Royle and Terry Cooper pull on the red shirt. Holloway told the Bristol Post that he turned down City because they kept telling him what a great player he was going to be whereas Rovers told him he would need to work incredibly hard to make it as a professional. This appealed to him much more and he attributes this environment at their former Eastville home as to what made him the player he was. City have always been seen as the aristocrats. Playing an attractive style of football despite representing the more working-class south of the city. Rovers are more about hard work, dedication and a more physical game. North of the River Avon where Eastville resided is the part of the city that contains its most affluent neighbourhoods, although that can’t be said for Eastville itself or some of the surrounding areas.

Rovers fell into financial problems and Holloway was sold to Wimbledon in 1985. One year later in 1986, Rovers left Eastville Stadium after the lease expired and they failed to agree on a new contract with the greyhound company that owned it. Rovers couldn’t afford the increased terms of the rent on offer. This was not the first time finances had plagued Rovers and in fact, it was due to such troubles that they originally sold Eastville to their landlords back in the 1930s. They began a ten-year exile in Bath playing at Twerton Park as a tenant of Bath City. This led to the popular Bristol City chant that there is ‘only one team in Bristol!’ and jibes along the lines of ‘squatters’ and ‘Homeless Rovers’. This was the period that the term ‘The Gas’ became popular. Originally an insult by City fans due to the smell of the gasworks that lay adjacent to Eastville, their new home in Somerset also had a gasworks in the view from the stadium. Rovers fans took the name to their hearts.

Gerry Francis was appointed manager of Rovers as they adjusted to life outside of Bristol. He re-signed Ian Holloway from Brentford and he became a key member of his side. Francis favoured a long-ball game with big strikers and tough players. Rovers gained a reputation as a side that was difficult to beat and they played on this image with the sparse surroundings of Twerton Park. Even by the standards of the 1980s the facilities there were poor. This created something of a siege mentality and the team started to do well, just missing out on promotion in the play-offs in 1988-89. It was to be the following season where Ian Holloway’s relationship with Bristol City fans would start to deteriorate rapidly.

The 1989-90 season was a good one for Bristol football with both sides being promoted. City had a wonderful side playing exciting attacking football with wingers and a dream strike partnership in Bob Tayor and Robbie Turner. Both sides were near the top of the table all season, with City holding the advantage until an unfortunate injury to their talisman Bob Taylor who scored an incredible 34 goals and was one of the main reasons City was doing so well. The Robins even knocked First Division Chelsea out of the FA Cup. However, on 10 April Taylor got injured after completing a hat-trick against Crewe and the goals dried up. City hit a bad run of form and Rovers started chipping away at their lead. So it was that the stars aligned that the Bristol derby at Twerton Park would determine who was promoted and barring a collapse, the title would be pretty much secured. The scene was set on a Wednesday under the lights.

Holloway has spoken of how his phone would not stop ringing all night the evening before the game and that these were calls from City fans making threats as to what would happen to him if Rovers won. Rather than putting him off his game the next day, he has spoken of how this just motivated him and the other Rovers players even more. City simply didn’t turn up. They were awful and were comprehensibly beaten 3-0. Rovers were promoted, and as the team and their fans celebrated, the City fans rioted. Objects were thrown onto the pitch and City manager Joe Jordan had to approach the away end to appeal for calm.

It was at the Rovers title parade that Holloway truly became a City villain for life. The open-top bus wound its way through north Bristol and upon halting in the Rovers heartland of Kingswood, Holloway made a speech “We’ve had to put up with some crap from all those shit heads haven’t we?” I want you all to play a game with me tonight that’s called find the City fan! 3-0 3-0 3-0 3-0!” Shit head is a derogatory term for a City supporter. The Rovers fans lapped it up as Rovers vice-chairman Geoff Dunford smiled. Perhaps this could be excused after the phone calls he received the night before the derby? City fans, whether they were aware of this incident or not didn’t think so.

Rovers may have won the Third Division but City fared better the following season. Joe Jordan left for Hearts in September and City just missed out on the play-offs. They may well have made them if the Scotsman had stayed but he saw the Edinburgh club as a stepping stone to the Scottish national team job. Jordan himself has remarked that this was a mistake and that he feels he could have taken City to what would become the Premier League. Rovers struggled and Francis left for QPR in 1991 and took Ian Holloway with him. So that was that for now. Holloway was in the First Division and London and City remained a Second Division side. Rovers were relegated in 92-93 and City in 94-95. It would be in 1996 that Holloway would next play against City.

In 1996 Rovers played their last match in exile in Bath at Twerton Park. They started the 96-97 season back in Bristol at the Memorial Ground that was the home of Bristol Rugby. Along with a new home they also had a new manager. A player-manager no less and it was their former hero Ian Holloway.

The first Bristol derby of the season was on 15 December. Joe Jordan was back as City manager and both sides were back in the third tier. City was 11th in the table and Rovers 15th. The previous season’s derby at Ashton Gate had led to chaos as the match was not all ticket and a huge crowd descended on south Bristol. As a result, many City season ticket holders were locked out as the club had not taken into account season ticket holders and had allowed the stadium to reach capacity. I was there that night and the capacity must have been breached as many fans were two to a seat. City was dire and Rovers won 2-0 with two Peter Beadle goals. The evening quickly turned violent with many clashes between rival fans in the streets of Bedminster and Southville after. The logic being that if City couldn’t beat Rovers on the pitch then the fans would off it. So the match live on Sky was already filled with tension. Despite City often finishing higher than Rovers from 1984 onwards, it was The Pirates that regularly won the derby. The previous season’s last derby at Twerton Park was a 4-2 City win and the Robins only victory there in 10 years.

City took an early lead with a superb goal from Paul Agostino. Tension was high and the atmosphere electric. It was heated on the pitch too with Rob Edwards being sent off and Holloway receiving a reception of pure hatred from the City fans. Despite City being the better side, following Edwards sending off Rovers came back into it, and in injury time and in front of the Rovers fans, Peter Beadle tapped in an equaliser. Rovers fans spilt onto the pitch in delight. This was too much for some City fans and quickly they entered the pitch from the Dolman Stand. Some approached the Rovers fans looking for trouble, but incredibly a large number headed to the Rovers players. As pandemonium ensued they ran for the tunnel. Some got hit but most escaped unscathed. Ian Holloway was the prime target and managed to getaway. Joe Jordan, who happened to be celebrating his birthday, was dragged into it again with Holloway shouting ‘for god’s sake Joe do something!” Police horses cleared the pitch and the match ended. Mass fights continued into the night with the Rovers end being subjected to bricks and coins being thrown. Sky viewers watched on appalled and it was the main item that night on News at Ten. Former City manager Russell Osman commented in the Sky studio that while such behaviour could not be condoned it showed the strength of feeling between two clubs in a city that is rather forgotten about when it comes to football.

The front page of the Bristol Evening Post the next day was scathing printing images of those wanted by the police in connection with the pitch invasion. It also carried the headline ‘Holloway – I thought I was going to die!’. While the scenes could not be condoned it was felt by City’s fan base that this comment was rather overblown. Overblown or not and despite the despicable behaviour of the City fans, Ian Holloway was still public enemy number one in BS3.

Rovers finished 17th that season and City made the play-offs after sacking Joe Jordan and appointing former Rovers manager John Ward. Despite being reasonably successful with Rovers, Ward was always fairly popular with City fans and so his appointment was welcomed. Holloway got his revenge over City in 1999 with a 2-0 home win but that was the last league victory that Rovers would enjoy over their rivals up to the present day. Leading the table for most of the season, Rovers went into freefall for the last 10 games and finished 7th. This was still above City and remains the last time Rovers have managed this. Following the slide, Holloway was sacked and turned up at QPR.

His managerial career has been full of ups and downs since. Relegation with QPR, promotion with QPR. A spell at Plymouth followed and he subsequently took charge at Leicester City. His first match in charge was a 2-0 win against his old friends Bristol City but Leicester was relegated to the third tier for the first time in their history under his tenure. He left the club and it appeared that a patchy managerial career was over but the best was yet to come.

He took Blackpool to promotion to the Premier League on one of the smallest budgets in The Championship. The achievement was impressive and despite a good start the leap for a club like Blackpool proved too much and they were relegated after one season. This brings us back to the beginning and Holloway leading his tangerines side at Ashton Gate.

If he thought that his reception would lead to an improved relationship with City fans then he was wrong. Upon returning once again with QPR in 2016 he was greeted to a chorus of boos and was serenaded with the following song from City’s ‘Section 82’ part of the ground ‘He’s only a poor little Gashead, his face is all tattered and torn, he made me feel sick, so I hit him with a brick, and now he don’t sing anymore.’

Subsequently, he has continued praising City telling Talksport in 2019 “The job that Lee Johnson is doing with the help of his wonderful chairman and the ground there is geared towards being a Premier League football club. Our young people in this area in the South West, it’s criminal we haven’t had it. We had it for one season when Bristol City got to the First Division but then they plummeted as they ran it terribly, it all went horribly wrong.”

Four seasons in fact Ian but I see your point.

Only in February of this year he told The Bristol Post “City fans might find it hard to believe, but if Rovers can’t reach the top flight, nothing would please me more than for Steve Lansdown to take his club up from the Championship. “

Despite recent attempts to cool things between him and the City fans, Ian Holloway remains public enemy number one at Ashton Gate with only one rival for the crown. But that’s another story…….

Today’s Tales: England sit so deep officials worry about social distancing with fans

Well, there goes England’s 100% record in major finals on home turf then.

The Euro 2020 adventure is over – it didn’t come home as it seems to prefer Rome. Southgate’s boys have grown up into fully-fledged very-nearly boys against Italy but it clearly wasn’t meant to be.

You can score too early in football and, unfortunately, Luke Shaw appeared to – England dropping deeper and deeper as the game progressed to the point where social distancing with the fans in the stands behind their goal was becoming an issue.

The magic touch left Southgate when he needed it most – Jordan Henderson wasn’t exactly a like for like substitution for the excellent Declan Rice on the night, the occasion looked bigger than Saka when he came on and whilst there was a lot of logic and sense in bringing on Rashford and Sancho just before the final whistle, it didn’t really work out that well.

Once the disappointment and questions that need to be asked – why drop off so much and where were Pickford and Grealish when the penalties were being dished out? – fade away, remember the good times of this tournament.

Go all the way back to last Wednesday at Wembley, for example, and how that felt. England, for so long accepting of players from foreign climes coming into their game and diving around, finally using the dark arts themselves to gain an advantage. 

Winning a penalty in that way is more difficult than ever given that you have to firstly convince the referee but also buy it in a way that the VAR cannot overturn. And to think Pep hardly picked you for the title run-in, Raheem – what does he know?

And then there was the laser – I think we can all agree that as the final went to penalties then Wembley should have been lit up like an Ibiza closing party. Did it stop Schmeichel saving the penalty? No! Should he have held on to such a weak effort from Kane? Yes! 

Jose Mourinho didn’t like Southgate subbing Grealish off having only brought him on 35 minutes earlier. Jose, I think you are telling porky pies there, my friend. One – since when did you care about a player’s feelings? Two – this was Gareth bringing off an attacking player to throw on a defender to close out a match. You’re telling me this didn’t make you feel all tingly inside?

Now all this Euros stuff is put to bed we can get on with the small matter of enjoying the utterly crazy transfer rumours that the tabloids make up to give them something to do.

England hero Sterling is open to offers to leave Man City – but you can bet your bottom dollar he won’t be looking to take a step down and why should he? Peppy G has other ideas though and wants to lock Sterling down to another long-term deal.

Kalvin Phillips is being lazily linked to random clubs but the Yorkshire Pirlo has no desire to leave Leeds and cannot wait for Bielsa to beast him in preseason training.

Aston Villa still believe Arsenal might be stupid enough to sell them Emile Smith-Rowe. You can understand why they might think that, so Villa will continue to increase their bids until stupidity takes over.

Arsenal might be distracted by the fact they’ve made an actual half-decent signing in Nuno Tavares, a young Portuguese left-back. Yes, that does mean Arsenal’s last two intelligent signings have been left-backs.

The Gunners are still chasing not-seen-at-the-Euros Ben White and are waving £50m under the noses of Brighton. However, that offer was not accepted last time and reports that it’s been accepted this time are wider of the mark than Dani Olmo’s penalty.

Houssem Aouar is still being linked to Arsenal, just like he has been for the last five windows and Hector Bellerin would really like to move to Inter, just like has been rumoured for weeks now.

Southampton would like to take Brandon Williams on loan from Manchester United and are prepared to pay his wages – if they have any left having signed Theo Walcott permanently following his release from Everton where he was earning £150k a week for being absolutely toilet.

Barcelona are hawking many players around the Premier League sides as they need to cut their wage bill urgently – otherwise, they cannot reregister a certain Mr Messi if he does agree a new deal. Therefore, Antoine Griezmann’s CV is on the desks of City and Chelsea. If Arsenal and United get through the pile they’ll see Samuel Umtiti’s resume. Miralem Pjanic is being offered to Tottenham and they can frankly pay what they like. Leeds took the bait on Junior Firpo and signed him for around £10m – though you’d imagine Barca need to shift 15 Firpos to free up enough wage budget to sort Messi out.

Everton have been contacted as well as someone suggested Rafa would like a bit of Clement Lenglet as a welcoming present just as long as he can ensure Moise Kean doesn’t return.

Liverpool are still keen on Renato Sanches who seems to be a bit better than he was for Swansea and are also keen on Napoli midfielder Piotr Zielinski. You can add Atleti’s Saul Niguez and Wolves’ Adama Traore to Klopp’s wanted list too.

Liverpool’s list isn’t done there – King Kloppo would also like Bayern’s Kingsley Coman and Dutchman Donyell Malan to freshen up his squad.

Klopp does not want a reunion with Philippe Coutinho whereas Brendan Rodgers would – yes, another Barca player to get off the wage bill.

Tottenham need to do bits and bits looks like Wolfsburg’s French defender Maxime Lacroix and Danish sensation Mikkel Damsgaard – though Leeds and Leicester are also sniffing around him. Nuno can expect to have Japanese defender Tommy Yasu in his squad when they get going, though. Tomiyasu is 22 and, apparently, pretty good. Which helps.

It wouldn’t be rumours with Paul Pogba being linked with a move away from United – today, it’s PSG’s turn to pretend they might be interested.

Gabby Jesus’ time at City must be coming to an end – I mean, imagine being a striker there and only scoring nine goals last season. Juventus would like to have him and defender Danilo has spent the Copa America talking up life in Turin.

Having signed a new deal, Olivier Giroud is to be sold to AC Milan for £1.4m. Quite how he and Zlatan will get on remains to be seen.

Finally, Arsenal have been lined up for the next Amazon “All or Nothing” documentary series – I’d get out now, Mikel. Whilst you still can.

How Not to Run a Football Club: The Fall of Pompey

This article was originally written by Darren Butler for Tale of Two Halves.

Play up Pompey

It’s May 2008, the Players and Staff of Portsmouth Football Club are ascending the steps of Wembley toward the Royal box to lift the FA Cup, England’s most prestigious club trophy.

For Portsmouth and their fans, it was the culmination of a decade long roller-coaster ride, starting with administration in December 1998 and takeover by Milan Mandaric in May 1999. Mandaric was not a patient man and expected results almost instantly, the first of a succession of Managerial changes under his ownership came in December 1999, with Portsmouth struggling at the wrong end of the old Division One.

Alan Ball making way for Tony Pullis, long before Pullis’s heroics with Stoke City, Tony was tasked with making sure Portsmouth didn’t drop into England’s third tier. Despite Pullis ensuring exactly that, he was placed on leave during the 2000/01 Season. Tony would later explain it was down to poor relations with Mandaric, Pullis was replaced by Player/Manager Steve Claridge.

Doing so would prove to be a disastrous decision as Portsmouth once again languished at the bottom of Division One, come February 2001 it was Steve’s neck on the chopping block, this time the change in management was the catalyst for improved form and Portsmouth survived thanks to a final day victory over Barnsley, with Huddersfield failing to win their game.

The start of the 2001/02 season brought about more change and Mandaric’s demands for Portsmouth to improve and break into England’s top tier became ever more obvious. He brought in Harry Redknapp as Director of Football, Redknapp later wrote in his autobiography, Always Managing, regarding the contract he had signed.

“You ask anyone, I’ve never been great at negotiating my contracts, often I just signed a bit a paper, asked how much I’d be paid and when my first day was. The Director of Football contract I signed with Portsmouth was a bit of pay cut compared to managing, but it did have a rather nice bonus included. Mandaric was offering me 10% of the profit from player sales, to supplement the lesser salary”

Redknapp’s responsibility as Director of Football was purely to recruit the best players, within the budget, that also had the potential to be sold on for a tidy profit. First on Harry’s list was veteran playmaker Robert Prosnecki, typical ‘arry. Sign players that could turn a profit was his remit, and the first player brought in under Redknapp’s watch was a 32-year-old Midfielder, it would prove an inspired choice.

Prosnecki was praised at the end of the 2001/02 Season for saving Portsmouth from relegation to Division Two for the second time in as many seasons. His solitary goals against Stockport and Forest determining the destination of all three points, whilst a hat-trick against Barnsley stole two points from fellow relegation contenders. Ultimately Barnsley were relegated, and Portsmouth survived by a margin of four points.

One other player Harry signed that year was Peter Crouch from QPR. Redknapp confessed in his book that Manadaric wasn’t convinced by Crouch’s ability and was reluctant to make the deal.

“Harry, he’s got to be the worse footballer I’ve ever seen. He can’t run and he’s not strong enough for someone of his size”

Eventually, Harry twisted Milan’s arm and he opened his chequebook, Crouch moved to Portsmouth for £1m and proved Mandaric wrong instantly. His 18 goals that season played a massive part in Portsmouth’s survival too, with equalisers against Wolves, Wimbledon, Walsall and Burnley and game-winners against Sheffield Wednesday, Manchester City and Coventry.

Peter was moved on for a tidy profit shortly after the close of that very season, Aston Villa willing pay £5m, a £4m return on Mandaric’s original investment, minus Harry’s £200k commission. I know what you’re thinking £200k isn’t ten percent of £4m as promised in Redknapp’s contract. Unfortunately, by the time Crouch was sold Harry had become Pompey manager, Harry surrendered his position as Director of Football and had to sign a new contract, his percentage was reduced from ten down to five per cent of transfer profit, and he didn’t even realise until the commission from the Crouch sale was deposited.

This would both be a bone of contention between Redknapp and Mandaric, but also used as evidence in Harry’s favour in the now infamous Rosie47 Court Case, in which Mandaric and Redknapp were accused of financial crimes, Harry wouldn’t be convicted based on the defence that he just wasn’t clever enough to pull it off, his own words, not mine.

The 2002/03 Season represented Milan Mandaric’s 4th Season as Chairman, and he was starting to grow restless of Portsmouth inability to capitalise on his investment into the club. With Redknapp having a full season as manager ahead of him, Harry played the market well, as he always has done throughout his career, and brought in some great experienced players, mixed with some up and coming young talent.

Several of Harry’s acquisitions that Summer would prove both instrumental to Pompey’s future success, but also go on to have great individual careers. A 20-year-old Nigerian striker by the name of Yakubu Aiyegbeni was bought in on loan from Maccabi Haifa, Yakubu would later sign permanently for £4.75m, becoming one of Africa’s great footballing exports along the way.

Matthew Taylor from Luton and Vincent Pericard from Juventus completed the trio of U21’s to join the ranks, but it was the old guard that came with them that would play just as big a part. Paul Merson, Tim Sherwood, Arjan de Zeeuw and Shaka Hislop all joined on free transfers and at an average age of 33 years old between them, brought a lot of experience and a winning mentality.

A Few Sales Short of a Ship

The 2002/03 Division One Season would finish with Portsmouth top of the table, accumulating 98 points and scoring 97 goals, finally, Milan Mandaric got the return he wanted on his investment, Portsmouth would be playing Premier League football again for the first time in 15 years.

Harry Redknapp along with assistant Jim Smith guided Portsmouth to a respectable 13th place in their first year back in England’s top tier, Yakubu making good on his permanent switch from Maccabi, scoring 16 goals. The 2003/04 season is notable for Arsenal’s invincibles, but it almost didn’t happen. Pompey were 1-0 up against the Gunners thanks to former Spurs striker Teddy Sheringham, but it took a controversial penalty decision in Arsenal’s favour to level the game and maintain their undefeated streak.

The 2004/05 season was where it all started to go wrong under Mandaric’s leadership, despite a good start to the season and a famous 2-0 victory over Manchester United, a boardroom bust-up between Milan and Harry over the appointment of Velimir Zajec as Director of Football, forced Redknapp to walk out on Pompey in the November. The teams form dipped drastically, only just escaping relegation back to Division One with a few games to go. Incidentally, Redknapp joined rivals Southampton shortly after leaving Portsmouth, they were not so lucky and were relegated after West Brom completed their great escape by beating Portsmouth 2-0 on the final day.

Alan Perrin, the man who replaced Redknapp, failed to get Portsmouth firing and on November 24th 2005, a year to the day after Harry left, Perrin was sacked with just four wins in 20 games. Sensationally it was Redknapp that would return to Fratton Park, but it’s no coincidence that Mandaric sold the club barely a month later to Alexandre Gaydemak, the clubs finances had been hugely mismanaged by Mandaric, with the club owing nearly £60m to various financiers. Alexandre became the new guarantor for the existing loans and immediately bankrolled a Winter transfer window that saw the arrival of nine new players.

Amongst the new arrivals was Pedro Mendes, who along with new club record signing Benjani helped Portsmouth escape the relegation zone on the penultimate day of the season, losing just once in nine games.

With Gaydemak’s financial clout, Harry was able to put together a very competitive squad for the 06/07 season, signing veteran players that otherwise would have been outside of the previous wage structure, Harry signed David James, Glen Johnson, Sol Campbell and Andy Cole. This season would also see the beginnings of a now legendary partnership between manager Redknapp and Midfield maestro Niko Kranjcar, Kranjcar convinced to join Pompey by one Robert Prosnecki.

Portsmouth finished in the top half of the table for the first time ever in the Premier League, just 2 points behind Bolton and the Europa League spots. Nwankwo Kanu finished the year as the clubs top goalscorer with 12 goals, another of Redknapp’s veteran signings during the Summer, the former Arsenal man signed a one year deal initially but would go on to make 120 League appearances over five years for Portsmouth prior to retirement.

We know how the 2008 season ended, with Pompey lifting the FA Cup, and much like Portsmouth’s triumphant Cup run, the stock market crash of 2008 took many by surprise, not least one Alexandre Gaydemak.

Gaydemak was forced to remove all funding from Portsmouth as a result and in a bid to pay back creditors, the club were punished twice over, having to sell their most valuable assets and highest earners. With the club now £68m in debt, and with no way for Alexandre to pose as guarantor on the loans, he was forced to sell.

The Billionaire With no Money

Alexandre brokered a deal to settle the clubs debts in cash and relinquish control of Portsmouth to Sulaiman Al-Fahim, an Abu Dhabi property developer who claimed to have wealth nearing £3 Billion. Al Fahim came to Gaydemak’s attention as spokesperson for Sheik Mansour, who in the same Summer had purchased Manchester City, it’s thought Portsmouth was of consideration by Mansour, but the attraction of owning a club in a busy Business hub proved a more tempting prospect, oh what might have been for Pompey.

The deal to buy out Portsmouth for £70m, with Gaydemak only receiving £2m after debt settlement, was agreed and signed in July 2008, but when the source of Sulaiman funds started to become unclear, the deal remained on hold until he could make the first payment of £5m. Sulaiman finally made this payment and became the official owner of Portsmouth in March of 2009, by the time this had happened though Redknapp had left Pompey again and many of the clubs star players had been sold on, with the ones that remained going weeks sometimes whole months without being paid.

It didn’t get any better for Portsmouth either, as Sulamain was found out to be a fraud and was arrested for stealing £5m from his wife to make the initial down payment on his purchase of the club. Prior to being sent to Prison, Al Farhim was able to broker another deal to get Portsmouth the finances it desperately needed to not only stave off the administrators but to stop the club being liquidated altogether. Falcondrone a business registered in the British Virgin Islands and financed by Ali al-Faraj had little interest in owning or running a Football Club, however, the club also owned the deeds to developmental land around the ground, which was of interest. Al-Faraj struck a deal with Al Farhim and Gaydamak to purchase the club and thus the land surrounding it, Gaydamak walking away with a paltry £1 after settling the existing debts after interest.

Okay, so now Portsmouth have a stable and well-financed owner once again, their run of bad luck has come to an end? Wrong, it would turn out that al-Faraj’s wealth was far less than he claimed, his purchase of the club was partially financed by a £17m bridging loan from Balram Chanrai’s Portpin Ltd. Needless to say, al-Faraj was unable to keep up the repayments to Balram, as well as run a Football club and develop land and so defaulted on the loan.

His company, Falcondrone and therefore Portsmouth FC now belonged to Balram, Chanrai immediately put the club into administration in an attempt to re-finance its £135m debts and despite on the field success, in which Portsmouth incredibly reached the 2010 FA Cup final, Portsmouth were relegated to the Championship. Rubbing salt into the wound The FA sanctioned Pompey with a nine-point penalty and UEFA prohibited Portsmouth from taking their rightful spot in the 2010/11 renewal of the Europa League as FA Cup runners-up to Champions League qualifying Chelsea.

Portsmouth did well to survive the Championship starting with such a disadvantage, unsurprisingly they occupied the bottom position for a number of weeks, before finally finishing 17th. The squad had gone through a massive overhaul, gone are the days of Crouch, Defoe, Lassana Diarra and Kevin-Prince Boateng, replaced by David Nugent and Greg Halford. Yet again it wasn’t just the squad and management team that saw big changes.

Antonov Trouble

There were just 213 days between Balram Chanrai completing the Football League’s fit and proper persons test in October 2010, and him selling Portsmouth to Vladimir Antonov in June 2011. Portsmouth fans were growing tired of the club being palmed off to the next incompetent businessman, they’d already been through two fake Sheiks and busted banker, now the debt collector was handing the club over to a Russian gangster, if it hadn’t of actually happened, nobody would have believed the story.

Vladimir Antonov had a shady past in the eastern blocks banking administration, that past caught up with him very quickly after becoming Pompey Chairman. A European wide arrest warrant was serviced on November 2011 at Antonov’s London Office, where he faced allegations of asset stripping of a Lithuanian Bank that had gone into administration a week earlier, his company CSI also went bust not long after and HMRC was knocking on Fratton Parks door to settle a £1.6m tax bill. The club went into administration for the second time in two years and there were genuine fears that this time it would result in full liquidation, the financial situation was far worse than the administrators feared with club owing in excess £160m to creditors, players, staff and trades.

The 2010/11 season ended in relegation to League One and a 10-point penalty for going into administration, which was appealed and dispensed until December 2012.  Balram Chanrai once again attempted to buy the club but pulled out shortly after a Fan Ownership proposal was tabled, led by former Chief Executive Peter Storie. Upon relegation to League One the entire playing staff left the club, having not been paid for close to 6 months, with no players, no staff and no money The Pompey Supporters Trust officially took ownership of the club prior to the 2011/12 season.

Heart and Soul

Portsmouth did their best to attract players and a manager to the club, but on a fan owned budget of contributions and sponsorship’s they were only able to bring in the best Non-League had to offer, and fill the squad out with their academy players. For those that played League One football that year, Pompey’s demise was the best thing that ever happened to them, for the supporters less so. Just 4 years previously they’d lifted the FA Cup and played at some of the biggest stadiums in Europe, and now they were watching their beloved team get beaten 5-0 by Swindon.

Pompey went on a record 23 game winless streak that season, the players just simply unable to compete at that level. For some, it was the first time playing professionally and for others, it was the first time they’d played anyone over the age of 18. Pompey finished rock bottom of League One and for the first time in their history, Portsmouth FC would be relegated to the fourth tier of English Football.

In a space of 15 years the club had experienced more highs and lows than most could expect in a lifetime, more bad luck than anyone could wish upon their worst enemy, yet somewhat poetically one thing remained the same and it was that same thing that ultimately saved them from extinction altogether; the fans.

The one group of people who never stopped believing in the club, followed them with as much heart and soul as any group of supporters out there. Some might call the Pompey faithful the best supporters in the world.

Bouncebackability

After five long years in League Two, Portsmouth finally found themselves promoted back into League One as Champions in 2017, in the off-season the PST (Pompey Supporters Trust) voted in favour of accepting a bid by former Walt Disney CEO Michael Eisner, acting on behalf of a venture capital firm Tornate Company. Eisner’s proposal was open and honest, in which Tornate plan to invest heavily, help the club back into the Premier League whereby the clubs value will increase exponentially and be sold, ethically, for a huge profit.

The club also signed a three-year kit deal with Nike, changed the club crest and brought in 15 new players either transfers or loans. No surprise then that they finished 8th just five points outside the playoffs.

They’ve started this season in fine fettle too, without loss in their first five games and currently third in the table, could we be witnessing a revival of the south coasts blue brand?

Only time will tell.