Sunday, May 11, 2014

The finger of blame has turned upon itself


A look at how the players of Manchester United Football Club performed during the 2013/14 season...



Well I for one did not see that coming. I thought the transition would be seamless, one Scot to another, United still competing at the top, nothing would change. How wrong I was. It turns out that we're actually a bit shit and Fergie won last year's title all by himself. That's what the media would have you believe anyway, and of course Poor Wee Davey was only too happy to perpetuate the myth. Moyes spent much of his tenure at the club telling everyone what a “massive job” he had on his hands and how huge investment was needed to supplement the squad he'd inherited. A squad that had won the Premier League title just a few months previous.

There is no doubt that many in that squad underperformed in the season just gone and you could argue, as many have, that they “let Moyes down”. Personally I think they saw the Poor Wee Davey for what he was: a man hopelessly out of his depth, and the problems began from there. But what about playing for the badge you say, these men should be honoured to represent Manchester United and that alone should ensure they perform to their very best every week. That's a bit fanciful though isn't it? Sure, they all understand that United is a big club with high expectations, but at the end of the day it's a job to them. And, in any job, if your boss doesn't know what's he doing then you have problems.

But that boss is gone now, and suddenly the future looks bright again. Before we can look to the future though we must assess the past and see if these players will be part of our future. I'm starting to confuse myself now so here's the ratings and that....


DAVID DE GEA

Our player of the season, our beautiful Spanish Llama. He looks like a Llama, yes he does. But what a keeper he's become, the best in the Premier League and one of the best in Europe. And all this despite playing behind a different back-four every week. It didn't phase Dave though and while all around him was going to pot he continued to perform admirably. He was once just a shot-stopper, a fancy-dan of a keeper, a weakling. But now he's a custodian, marshalling his penalty area with calm assurity, barking out orders as he goes.



Remember the kerfuffle when he first joined, how the media jumped upon every error he made? The fact he's barely mentioned in the press nowadays tells you all you need to know about his progression. Even when he made his one mistake of the season against Sunderland no-one grumbled, because we knew he'd atoned for that error a hundred times over beforehand. The only sour point for Dave is his continued exclusion from the Spanish national team. The injury to Valdes looks like giving him his chance to go to Brazil, but only as third-choice. Oh shit, I just realised Llamas come from South America, Dave will see his brethren and long to be among them, what odds a move to Palmeiras in the summer?

Rating: 8 (out of ten)

Should he stay or should he go?

STAY.

Obviously he should stay, and preferably forever. But one day Barcelona and Real Madrid will come calling, and hearts may be broken.


ANDERS LINDEGAARD

Didn't get much of a look-in under Moyes really did he? A couple of League Cup games and Newcastle away in the League. He's probably still recovering from the shellacking he took in Fergie's last game at West Brom to be honest. Nevertheless he's arguably the best back-up keeper we've ever had and should anything ever befall the magnificent Llama we can rely on Lindegaard to fill in for a game or two. But no more than that.

Rating: n/a

Should he stay or should he go?

STAY.

It all comes down to his ambition really. If he's happy enough to sit on the bench through the best years of his career then all well and good. But if he wants to head off to a mid-to-lower table side and become a regular starter then he'll go with our blessings.


RAFAEL DA SILVA

You won't find a bigger Rafael fan than me (go on try, I bet you can't) but even I have to admit he's been bobbins this season. He's always been prone to the occasional lapse of concentration, it's part of his make-up. But the last twelve months have been just one long lapse of concentration. He's become a liability, someone not to be trusted, an accident waiting to happen. However unlike others in the squad he hasn't gone into hiding, if anything he's tried too hard, tried desperately to rectify his wrongs and in the process just made things worse.

So what's gone wrong? He was one of our best players in Fergie's last season after all. I blame Moyes. There I said it. I blame Moyes for lots of things, it's a bit of a theme where I'm concerned. I don't know what he did or what he said to Rafael but he fucked him up, he probably called him Fabio one day and the little mite never really recovered. Maybe that's why he sold the more Egyptian-looking twin, cos he “cudnae tell um apirt”. Stupid Scottish cunt.

Rating: 4

Should he stay or should he go?

STAY.

Of course he should stay. All this talk of us investing a new right-back to go along with our entirely reassembled back-four is nonsense. Rafael is the future of this club and will go on to make 500+ appearances for us.


PATRICE EVRA

He turns 33 in a few days did you know that? Reason I ask is because you may have thought he was nearer 63 having watched him perform this season. Every half-hearted attempt to close someone down, every lazy run back from an attacking sortie, all were explained away by his age. “Ah his legs have gone”, “he's not able to do it any more”, “Evra's fucked.” He's only 33 for Christ's sake! His body is still able but to me his mind is elsewhere. That's not to say he doesn't care, but the edge has gone from his game. That extra 5-10% needed to perform at the very top-level has disappeared and with it has gone the Patrice Evra we once knew and loved.


His nadir was the game in Munich: he scored an absolute worldie and then proceeded to be at fault for all three of Bayern's goals. Cheers for that Pat. At that point in the season many United fans had begun to question his place in the side, the reason it had taken so long was because Alexander Buttner was the only available alternative. Evra has been a fantastic servant for the club but the writing has been on the wall for some time now and those in power will surely take heed this summer.

Rating: 3

Should he stay or should he go?

GO.

There won't be any hard feelings where Pat is concerned but his time at United is up. Monaco seems the likeliest destination.


RIO FERDINAND

Rio has recently stated that he has no plans to retire just yet, and that puts him in a delicate situation. Is he good enough to remain at United for another year? And will he be happy to play a marginal role if he does so? He's not the player he was but his fall from grace hasn't been as dramatic as that of Evra or Nemanja Vidic. Indeed it's a testament to Rio's natural ability that he's managed to stay at the top-level for this long. Because physically his powers are now very much on the wane; that deceptively fast gait has become more strained as yet another lightning quick striker zips by him, and he's no longer the commanding presence he once was.

Whether he stays or not will be down to the new manager but if Van Gaal's predecessor was queried on the topic his advice would be to get rid. It was no secret that Ferdinand and Moyes didn't see eye to eye, and having a senior pro as influential as Rio in opposition certainly didn't help the Scot's cause. There's no suggestion that Rio undermined Moyes or spread discontent throughout the dressing-room but he was never on side that's for sure. Ferdinand has been a joy to watch over the past ten years or more, but if he contributed, in any way, to Moyes' sacking then he's even more of a United legend than I had at first thought.

Rating: 5

Should he stay or should he go?

GO

It's a difficult one this because I feel Rio might have another year in him if used sparingly. But on the other hand there's nothing worse than seeing the once-great lapse into mediocrity. So on that basis he should probably return to West Ham for an emotional swansong.


NEMANJA VIDIC

Much was made of Vidic's decision to announce his move to Inter Milan in the middle of the season. It was the kind of thing that would never happen under Fergie we said, and it wouldn't have, not a chance. Can you imagine how red Sir Alex's face would have gotten as he strode into the dressing-room and took the hulking Serbian to task? Even the mighty Vidic would have cowered in terror, vowing to repent his sins or forever burn in hell. But that would have been it for him at United. He'd have been banished to the youth team, no drawn-out, emotional farewell for Nemanja. But under Moyes? A glowing tribute and a permanent place in the starting XI to boot.

And what we got was a player already dreaming of life in Italy, a player just seeing out his time with nary a passing interest in on-field affairs. Occasionally the beast was roused from its slumber and we remembered the Vidic of old, but that just made it all the more galling, why couldn't he play like that all the time? Oh yeah 'cos he's leaving at the end of the season and really isn't arsed any more. But however sour the taste of his departure his contribution to the cause can never be forgotten. Fuckin' hell it feels like I'm doing the obituaries page here, sign of the times at United I suppose.

Rating: 4

Should he stay or should he go?

GO

Already gone, and he'll probably be the best defender in Serie A next season.


PHIL JONES

There was a point during the season when things were really going against United, yeah I know, go figure, right? But during this particular spell, around late Autumn I think it was, there was one or two players who stood up and fought for the cause. One of them was Wayne Rooney, a senior player and probably next season's captain, the other was Phil Jones. I really like Phil, he's gutsy, ballsy, committed, and most importantly he seems to understand what it means to play for United. He gets it and that's enough for me. Okay so he's not going to be the next Duncan Edwards and his second touch is invariably an injury but he's shown enough in his fledging United career to convince me he's got a big part to play in our future.



And he's still only 22, it feels like he's been around forever. He's just completed his third season at United, and during that time he's played mostly at right-back, occasionally at centre-half and – when we've been in a bind – in centre-midfield. And yet supporters complain that he's not progressed into the dominating presence in the centre of our defence that they thought he'd become. Well maybe if he got a run of games in his favoured position it might help, eh? And how about if he had the same defensive partner from one game to the next? That would probably help too I'd imagine. But now that Vidic, and possibly Ferdinand, is leaving Jones will get more opportunities to prove the doubters wrong. Although at this moment in time his best position is probably right-back, which incidentally is where he's played the majority of his football since joining United. Funny that.

Rating: 6

Should he stay or should he go?

STAY

Part of the new breed and a local lad to boot, he's going nowhere.


JONNY EVANS

Evans was once the young kid on the block, the understudy to the gnarled old giants at the heart of our defence. But his apprenticeship is over now, by the start of next season he may be the oldest centre-half on the club's books. That's quite a worrying thought isn't it? There's no doubting Evans' ability as a defender but I've always viewed him as a sidekick, the one happy to leave the real work to a Vidic or a Ferdinand while he “learns the ropes”. He's got nowhere to hide from this point forth though and a player of his experience needs to lead from the front in this new, reinvigorated United.

In the season just gone he was lucky enough to miss large portions of it through injury, and as such his reputation didn't suffer like those of his defensive counterparts. And even when he did play he didn't cock things up like the rest of them. Hold on, maybe that's what went wrong? It's been staring us in the face this whole time and no-one's thought to say it! We missed Jonny Evans. His absence from the side cost us. If he'd been fit we'd have qualified for the Champions League, fuck it we might have even been challenging for the title. Oh no wait, we would still have had Poor Wee Davy in charge. I lost the run of meself there for a minute.

Rating: 6

Should he stay or should he go?

STAY

Like it or not Jonny Evans is probably the best centre-half we've got right now. The only question we should be asking is; who'll partner him in the heart of our defence next season?


CHRIS SMALLING

That night in Greece was one of the most humbling nights in the club's history, and none were more humbled than Chris Smalling. His performance was a lesson in how not to play football. There were many possible reasons for his ineptitude: he had his feet on back-to-front, he was wearing Wellington Boots, the pitch was slippy. But the most obvious reason was this: he's not a right-back. I'm not sure how he's ended up playing there so much, I think Fergie tried him there once against some mid-table guff and Big Chris did a half-decent job. And ever since there's been a misguided belief that he can fill that role whenever called upon. He can't. Because he's a centre-back.

And much like Phil Jones he's rarely been given a prolonged run in his favoured position. The odd game here and there, enough for us to get a glimpse of the future, before the old guard are recalled for the proper games. But unlike Jones, Smalling has often excelled when played in the middle, not always, but enough to suggest he can fill the void when the time comes. And yet the prospect of an Evans/Smalling centre-back pairing for next season makes me slightly uneasy. They have the right blend; Evans, reads the game well, calm under pressure, and Smalling, a brilliant athlete, strong physical presence. But are they ready? Best add a centre-back to your shopping list Louis, just in case.

Rating: 5

Should he stay or should he go?

STAY

Just so long as he never plays at right-back again, ever.


ALEXANDER BUTTNER

He's a game lad is Alex, if he wasn't a professional footballer he'd probably spend his days scrapping with lads twice his size in the car-park of his local Tesco. I can imagine him being first in for any 22-man brawl, wind milling like a lunatic, you need players like that in your team. Just one problem though: Buttner isn't very good at the ole' association football, shame really. He can do a job when called upon and he did so to decent effect against Bayern in the home leg, but there's never been any question of him being the long-term successor to Evra.

And if you're in any doubt about Buttner's talents (or lack thereof) cast your mind back to December and West Ham's goal in a rare home win for United. A simple ball played over the top for Carlton Cole and the big striker was away, through on goal. But hold on, he's at least twenty yards offside! Our back-line have all pushed up. Oh wait, they haven't. The two centre-backs and the right-back have, but see that fella there, standing on the left flank all by himself, that's Alexander Buttner. Game lad is Alex.

Rating: 5

Should he stay or should he go?

GO

He hasn't really improved during his time at the club and can no longer just be considered 'raw'. Not United standard I'm afraid.



MICHAEL CARRICK

Even when he was playing at his absolute best Michael Carrick seemed to go about his duties unnoticed, someone would say “didn't Carrick play well today?” and everyone would nod in agreement as if the thought had only just occurred to them. But whatever he was doing it seemed to be working as title after title was won with a midfield consisting of Carrick and one other. He had his critics but his brand of no-frills, keep-it-simple midfield play brought results and last season he finally got the recognition he deserved. Suddenly everyone was saying how well he'd played, he was the heart of our team, the one that made us tick, it was hard to believe he wasn't Scholes.

Fast-forward twelve months and Carrick's stock has never been lower. He still appears to be doing the things that he's always done but now the team aren't performing like they used to. Our strikers aren't scoring, our defence is porous and Carrick, well Carrick is just shuffling back and forth playing the odd pass here and there, 'cos that's what he does. But this was an opportunity for him to lead from the front, utilise all that experience, guide some of the younger lads through the tough times. He did none of those things. He just did what he's always done: left it to the big names, to Rooney, to Van Persie, to Mata, they'll get us out of this mess, don't ask me to do it I'm just a midfielder.

Rating: 4

Should he stay or should he go?

STAY

But hopefully his place in the team will no longer be the certainty it once was.



MAROUANE FELLAINI

It was a bit of an underwhelming signing but we welcomed the arrival of a player known for relishing the physical side of the game. We'd been sorely lacking a player who liked to get stuck in, someone who could put the fear of God into opponents alá Keane or Robson. And Fellaini does like to stuck in, but usually about ten minutes after the ball is gone. He's an awful footballer and I struggle to comprehend how he's made it as a professional. My theory is that on the first day of school he towered over all the other kids and, being the biggest, he was picked first and instantly made captain of the Under-6's football team. And he's never really stopped growing and never stopped being picked first, there was a time when a young kid at Liege threatened to match his height but Fellaini just grew an afro. Job done.


His role at Everton involved him playing off the front, being used as a battering ram to soften up centre-halves with his incredibly sharp elbows. But when he came to United Moyes told us he'd play as a holding midfielder, 'cos we're a proper club and employing a battering ram just ain't the United way. However Poor Wee Davy didn't stop to think that maybe he'd initially used Fellaini as a battering ram because he was no good at anything else. He can't pass the ball to any great effect, he's slow, he's clumsy, can't shoot and he's not actually that good in the air!! But hey, his chest control is a thing of beauty.

Rating: 2

Should he stay or should he go?

GO

Get fuckin' rid.


TOM CLEVERLEY

Contrary to popular belief Tom Cleverley is not that bad a player. Okay so he's never going to be a mainstay in the heart of our midfield or have songs comparing him to Paul Scholes sung from the Stretford End, but he's a long-way from the awfulness of say a Fellaini or a Buttner. And yet he's had all sorts of abuse hurled in his direction this season, as if the crumbling of the empire was entirely down to his insipid midfield performances. People looked at his safety-first, rabbit-in-the-headlights displays and wondered how such a limited player could get into our team. But what they conveniently chose to forget was that Cleverley had never been anything more than a 'water-carrier' in the first place. Do you remember that phrase? Spoken by the great Eric Cantona in reference to his French international team-mate Didier Deschamps.

Obviously Cleverley is not in the class of Deschamps but he is of that mould: a neat and tidy midfield player who keeps things ticking over by receiving and distributing possession with a minimum of fuss. Usually a player like that works alongside a more exalted talent, Deschamps had Zidane and Petit to keep him company, Cleverley has Carrick and Fellaini. Put TC23 alongside players more suited to his game and he'll be far more effective. He's not totally blameless, none of them are, but expecting him to do things outside of his remit is a little unfair.

Rating: 5

Should he stay or should he go?

STAY

Expect to see a different Tom Cleverley under the stewardship of Van Gaal.


DARREN FLETCHER

It reads like a Hollywood script: a buccaneering athlete cut down in his prime by a mysterious, debilitating illness, doctors tell him to forget about ever playing again but the doughty young sports star refuses to give in. Several comebacks end in tears and it really does look like it's all over for our hero. Until, incredibly, four years after being diagnosed he comes back, and this time he stays back. So how does the story end? Does he recapture his youth, defying all logic in the process, and lead his team to the grandest prize? Or does it all end in glorious failure? Well, neither of those really. He just kinda flits about the pitch aimlessly, like a fly trying to get out a window.

It's a testament to his courage and resolve that Darren Fletcher is back playing football again, but all the sentiment in the world can't disguise the fact that he's a mere shadow of the player he was. At his best he was a driving force, a whirlwind of energy and determination, but that side of his game has gone now. It lays somewhere between one of his many stool samples and the surgeon's slab. All that's left is the poise and the steady technique which so complemented his relentless vigour during his pomp. And sadly it's not enough.

Rating: 5

Should he stay or should he go?

GO

I hope Fletch returns to the club in a coaching capacity at some stage but as a player he can no longer cut it at this level.


ANTONIO VALENCIA

Remember when Valencia used to cross the ball for one of our strikers to head the ball into the net? God them were the days weren't they? Simpler times. Times when all you had to do was drop your shoulder, get to the byline and knock the ball into the box. It's all different now, very different indeed. Nowadays Antonio Valencia is most likely to be seen in or around the halfway line carefully shuttling the ball back to Rafael or whatever poor soul is sharing duties with the Ecuadorian on the right-hand side of our team. Beating his full-back? Those days are long gone. Now he just squares up to him, dithers for a bit and then twats the ball as hard as he can in the general direction of the six-yard box. Wing play at its best.



Antonio has served us well and at one point his cult status was in danger of turning into something approaching icon levels. But then he got that really bad injury, recovered, and was handed the number seven shirt as his reward. He's never been the same since. Even a return to the previously held number twenty-five couldn't halt his slide into mediocrity and this season we had the added bonus of watching him flounder at right-back, as if his performances on the wing weren't bad enough. I like Valencia, I really do, but if the club are really being taken in a new direction, with a new style of play, then I can't see where he fits in.

Rating: 4

Should he stay or should he go?

STAY

Between him, Nani and Young one of them has to stay, it may as well be Valencia.


ASHLEY YOUNG

I honestly don't know where to start with this one, Young isn't the worst player in our squad but he's by far the most uninspiring, the most bland, the most vanilla. Seeing his name on the team-sheet kills me in a way that not even Fellaini's does. He just doesn't do anything, wingers are supposed to be exciting players capable of rousing even the most sleepy of audiences, but not much chance of that with Ash, he's far too busy cutting inside and laying the ball off to one of our midfielders. Occasionally he'll rip a shot towards goal and the net will ripple, almost surprised as we are. But for every thirty-yard thunderbolt there's a couple of hundred meandering runs, a thousand or more passes inside and at least a million wayward crosses from deep.


Thing is he was never a United player, from the very moment he signed we all looked at each in bemusement, “the fuck we buying him for”? His purchase ranks among Fergie's most baffling, you could almost forgive the likes of Bebe, Djemba-Djemba and Bellion, they were risks that didn't come off. But Young was a player he would have seen on countless occasions, a Premier League regular who found his level at Aston Villa and should have stayed there. I can't quite recall how much he cost but it was somewhere between fifteen and twenty million, what chance of recouping even half of that for him now?

Rating: 3

Should he stay or should he go?

GO

I don't care where he goes or what it takes, just sell him. Please.


NANI

The Anfield Cryer” started just nine games all season and as a result he now seems to be back in the good books of many a Red. Simply by not being part of the whole sorry charade Nani's reputation has grown and once more he's seen as the answer to all of our problems. I've even heard some say that he will flourish in Van Gaal's attacking 4-3-3 system, the big Dutchman getting the best out of the notoriously inconsistent Portuguese. Personally, I'm not having it. Nani has been at United for seven years, and is he any better now than when he first joined? His time is up and a change would be good for both parties, Juve are allegedly sniffing round and if an offer in excess of £10m was received United would be mad to turn it down.

Rating: 5

Should he stay or should he go?

GO

He'll be a big success wherever he goes but will always be remembered as a player who never quite fulfilled his potential at United.


ADNAN JANUZAJ

Now this is more like it, one of the few bright spots in the endless stream of shit that was MUFC during 2013/14. Moyes didn't get many things right but his promotion of Januzaj to the first-team squad was one of them. Not only is Adnan the most exciting youngster at the club since Ronaldo joined from Sporting, he's also the best academy prospect since the much feted 'Class of '92'. He really is the “boy who can do anything”. You often see young players with all the tools to be a success in the game, but rarely do you see ones with the confidence and self-belief to match their talents. And that's what I love about Adnan, he's not intimidated by the big stage, he believes he belongs there, and he plays like it too.



After an early blossoming around late Autumn he underwent his first mini-crisis as a professional which reached its nadir in the home defeat against Liverpool. For the first time he looked like an eighteen-year old playing with men, a child who wasn't ready for the rough and tumble. He was taken out of the fray for a while and we began to wonder if that early-season promise was an illusion, maybe he wasn't as good as we'd thought? Nonsense! He was soon back in the side and wowing us all with his swaggering wing wizardry. This kid can be as good as anything out there and if selected for Belgium's World Cup squad he may yet shine on the biggest stage of all.

Rating: 7

Should he stay or should he go?

STAY

The club need to install one of those clauses which means he can only be sold if a £500m bid comes in. And even then that's a bargain.


RYAN GIGGS

He might have ended the season in the manager's chair but he began it just like he did every other year: as a player and raring to go. But – and here's another thing Moyes got right (that's two now) – Giggsy didn't really feature much as he entered his 41st year on Planet Earth. There were European cameos against Leverkusen and Munich but for the most part he was relegated to the sidelines in favour of younger, but not necessarily, better players. It seems unlikely he'll play on for another season and the more pressing concern for many is whether he'll be part of Van Gaal's back-room staff. It would be churlish of Louis to dispense with Giggs' and you can only hope that he remains in the club in some capacity.

Rating: 5

Should he stay or should he go?

STAY

Not as a player but certainly as a member of the coaching staff.


SHINJI KAGAWA

United fans fall into two categories: those who think Shinji Kagawa is a genius, criminally underused by both Fergie and Moyes, and those who wonder what all the fuss is about. I'm part of the former category. But maybe it's time to face facts, maybe it's just not going to work out for him. We constantly talk about his form at Dortmund and how he was one of the best players in the Bundesliga during that time, but that was during one of the greatest periods of that club's history, a perfect storm unlikely ever to be repeated. Kagawa has only shown glimpses of that form since his move two years ago and he's rarely sustained it over 90 minutes, never mind a succession of games.

And this season it looked like more of the same, ineffectual displays lit up by occasional moments of inspiration before being hooked for someone more workmanlike and dependable. The arrival of Mata looked like being bad news for Kagawa too, another player to vie for that cherished number ten spot. But then they started a game together and something magical happened, it was like watching two long-lost family members reunite. They slipped seamlessly into gear, the same gear, and suddenly our entire attack was enlivened like never before. Admittedly these synergistic displays only came against the lesser lights of the division but it was a sight to behold and offered hope for the future. One more year for Shinji?

Rating: 5

Should he stay or should he go?

STAY

I really hope he stays, and I really hope he 'comes good', but a part of me fears Kagawa will eventually go the same way as that other enigmatic midfield maestro, Juan Seba Veron.


JUAN MATA

Have you ever read Mata's blog? Here's a link to it, such a lovely bloke, as classy off the pitch as he is on it. But why did Moyes buy him? At first I thought he'd fill the problematic left-wing position, but after a couple of games it was clear he wasn't a winger but a number ten. Rooney is a number ten, as is Shinji Kagawa. So why buy Mata? To appease the fans? To rid Old Trafford of the doom and gloom which surrounded it over the winter months? Possibly. It certainly can't have been to fill a void in the team, Moyes' attempt to shoe-horn the Spaniard into the starting eleven on a weekly basis proved that.



But it's someone else's problem now, where do you play them all? Van Persie is Van Gaal's man so he'll occupy the number nine spot, if Kagawa is lucky he may bag a place on the left beside him. Which leaves Rooney and Mata, both number tens, both too good to leave out. Something surely has to give. For what it's worth I think Mata is the better player in that particular role, he offers more creativity, more guile. We might not have seen much of it during his first few months at the club but given an extended run in his favoured position he is good enough to have the entire team built around him.

Rating: 6

Should he stay or should he go?

STAY

He's only just got here!


WAYNE ROONEY

So I've just said that Mata is a better number ten than Rooney, so I must want Rooney out then? Not quite. As his career has progressed Rooney has become more suited to a role at the spearhead of our attack than in the deep-lying position in which he invariably lines up. The dream ticket would be the Scouser up front with Mata in behind, which would leave Van Persie as the odd one out. Never gonna happen is it? Which begs the question: are we going to endure another summer of will he/won't he debate regarding Rooney's future? I sincerely hope not. It's become boring beyond belief at this stage.

I actually wanted him to go last summer, I was sick and tired of the fucker and would gladly have seen him shipped out - so long as it wasn't to one of our rivals. In the end he stayed and rewarded us with a season of improved performances and renewed commitment to the cause. He's on course to break Bobby Charlton's goalscoring record and, although he's a bit of a slapped-arse, I hope he does so with no little haste. Doing so will mean he's continuing his onion-baggery in the colours of MUFC, and that can only be a good thing for all concerned.

Rating: 7

Should he stay or should he go?

STAY

But if he went I certainly wouldn't lament his loss.


ROBIN VAN PERSIE

The problems started with the ripping up of his specialised training regime, and they just continued from there. In Fergie's last year we saw the birth of a true United icon, a striker to compare with anything that had gone before, a legend in the making. But it had only been made possible by handling him with kid-gloves, nurturing him in much the same way a certain fiery Frenchman was almost twenty years previous. All that went out the window with the arrival of Moyes. The first thing Dave did was to put a stop to Van Persie's specialised training methods, he would be run into the ground just the like rest of them, and from there the relationship never really recovered.

Predictably the Dutchman spent a fair bit of time on the sidelines during Moyes' tenure but it was what happened during his time on the pitch that was telling. We'd heard about Van Persie's suspect temperament from his days at Arsenal but we'd never really seen it for ourselves. So it was quite a shock to witness the once untouchable front-man skulk and sulk his way through several big games. He wasn't interested, he wasn't interested in playing for the manager, for the club or for the fans. Now I hate Moyes as much as the next man but there is no excuse for some of the performances put in by Van Persie during the latter days of the Scot's reign. Maybe he was carrying an injury and wasn't fully fit I don't know, but his behaviour was that of an unruly teen not an experienced, big-name star.



And in all likelihood we'll see a return to the Van Persie was got under Fergie next season. With his buddy in charge all will be well in Robin's world, and us fans will forgive all once he gets back to his best. But there is a broader issue here, one that no-one seems to be mentioning: Van Persie and Rooney don't play particularly well together. Yes you can point to that goal against Aston Villa or the Dutchman's hat-trick against Olympiakos, but those were isolated incidents, for the most part these two are like ships in the night and seem entirely unsuited to one another's game. So who's gonna go, or at the very least, who's gonna end up warming the bench? I'll leave that to your imagination.

Rating: 4

Should he stay or should he go?

GO

He won't though will he?


DANNY WELBECK

There can't be too many strikers around Europe that quintupled their goals tally from the previous year this season but Danny did. Okay so he only got two goals last season but still it was quite an improvement on his part. Much of this was down to him mostly playing as a striker rather than in the wide roles he was used in by Fergie. And nine goals in just fourteen Premier League starts proves that, given the opportunities, he can provide the fire-power when the likes of Rooney and Van Persie are missing. But stats can be misleading and much of Welbeck's success in front of goal came against weaker opposition.

A more accurate barometer of where he is as a player right now came in the two legs against Bayern. As in the previous year in the games against Madrid, Welbeck was one of our best players. He plays the role of lone front-man to great effect and torments defenders with his clever movement and tireless running, something that none of our others strikers can do to the same level. The only problem is that during those games against the German side United had one gilt-edged chance to score, one chance that could have altered the destiny of the tie, and it fell to Welbeck. You'd never back him in a situation like that and true to form he fluffed his lines. But rather than focus on his limitations as a finisher I prefer to look at the strengths in his game, of which there are many.

Rating: 6

Should he stay or should he go?

STAY

With his raw aggression and running-power he offers something different to the genteel talents of Van Persie and Rooney.


JAVIER HERNANDEZ

The Pea hardly got a look in all season, just twelve starts in all competitions. And even when called from the bench it was usually only in the death knells of a game, ten minutes to pull us out of the fire Javier on you go. It was no surprise that his form dipped but Hernandez is a fighter and even in those brief forays into the first team we were reminded why we love the little Mexican. But he's destined to be the odd man out and we may now have reached the point where it's not enough for him to spend the majority of his time on the bench. Put him in any side outside the top six, give him a regular starting-berth and he'll get you twenty goals, easily. But even that level might be beneath him, he's good enough to play for a top Italian side or anything in La Liga outside of the top three. It'll be sad if, and when, he does go but for the sake of his career he needs to look at his options and decide what's best for him, because no-one else is going to do it.

Rating: 5

Should he stay or should he go?

GO

We'll all shed a tear when he bids us goodbye but the knowledge that he's happy will make it a bit more bearable.






So by my reckoning that's ten players we should get rid of, quite fanciful on my part isn't it? But some will surely go; players like Evra and Nani will have no shortage of suitors, others like Fellaini and Young will probably grow old here. The bottom line is that a complete overhaul is required, there's too much deadwood in the squad and it needs to be cleared out sooner rather than later. However once you take away all that dross there's still the nucleus of an excellent team; a top keeper, some terrific young defenders, two of the world's best strikers and, in Mata, someone who has been voted player of the year twice at one of our main contenders. But the real excitement comes from what's happening in our youth system, Januzaj has already wowed us with his talent and will only improve, and now James Wilson looks ready to make the step up too. This kid is the real deal and you just have to hope Van Gaal promotes him to the first-team, and keeps him there.



But there will be incomings, a left-back is an absolute must and the central midfield issue will surely now be addressed. Various names are flying around the media – Shaw, Kroos, Carvalho, Reus - but until the new boss is in place it's all just talk. I'm presuming that boss will be Louis Van Gaal (I'm gonna look a right fool if it's not) and if he is to be one to take over from Moyes he comes with a CV unmatched in world football. Many of us would have liked to see Jurgen Klopp at United but once he ruled himself out LVG always looked the favourite. He'll bring a no-nonsense attitude and an attractive brand of football, two things badly needed at United. The only concern is his preoccupation with the World Cup and how that will affect preparations of next season, and also how it will affect our ability to sign players. Will the club have to wait until after the World Cup or will players be happy to join even without meeting the man they'll be playing for?


Above all else we have to hope the mistakes of last summer aren't repeated. Because if they are we'll find ourselves in a similar position this time next year. Over to you Woodward. 


Thursday, May 1, 2014

The Sandpit

Friendship, how it begins, how it ends, and what it means to me

“The park?” she enquires hopefully, but it’s more of a statement than a question. You’re three-years old, since when do you get a say? And anyway the park is perfectly fine with you. It has a playground, and in that playground is a sandpit. The last time you were there you met a boy, around your age. He’d been brought to the park too. You’d been shy at first, but you so wanted to play with that truck. You sidled up to him, communicating in that garbled nonsense only three-year olds understand, and offered him your Action Man. He accepted, gleefully, but he hadn’t realised the truck was part of the deal. Now he had both, and he planned on keeping them. You grabbed and pawed in protest, but to no avail. Your only remaining option was tears. Mammies came - strangers to one another but brought together by their feuding Sons -  and restored order. You got your Action Man back. Crisis averted. But then something wondrous happened: he offered you the truck, “Here,” he said, “you play.”And you did, because it was a fine truck. You played and played until it was time to go home and time to give the truck back. You waved goodbye to “the nice boy” as instructed and hoped you’d meet again. You didn’t realise it but you’d just made your first friend.


Sadly, in spite of numerous visits to that sandpit, I never did see that boy with the truck again. He was probably hanging out at other sandpits, with other boys, talking about that cheeky little fucker with the Action Man who tried to steal his truck. But not to worry, I made other friends. Because at that age it’s easy to make friends, alliances are formed and disbanded at the drop of a hat, yesterday’s sworn enemy becomes today’s blood brother and loyalty only stretches as far as the contents of one’s toybox. In short, kids are friend-sluts, drifting from one person to another, enjoying the good times but then disappearing without so much as an explanation, only to be seen laughing it up with a new group of pals just days later. You’d feel hurt by the rejection were it not for the really cool pair of lads you befriended the day before.


And after all that, after all those japes and tomfoolery, you’re lucky if you end up with more than a handful of close friends by the time you reach adulthood. “Whatever happened to whatisname, that lad we used to play football with? The fella with the big teeth who smelled of turnips?”, but you can never recall his name, he’s consigned to history with all the rest of them. Dozens, nay scores, of forgotten faces who all, at one point or another, played an important part in your coming-of-age. Where are they now you wonder as you enter their name into Facebook - your trip down memory lane ruined by the anguish of debating whether to add them or not.


Maybe you’re different, maybe you still hang around with the kids you grew up with, but most of my close friends were added to the cause somewhere in my late teens. Indeed my longest lasting friendship began at the ripe old age of twelve, by which point I was a veteran of at least five-hundred best-friends-for-life relationships gone bad. Because somewhere around the onset of puberty the rules change, how they change is unknown but they do, the criteria you look for in a friend alters drastically. They have to be cool now. Cool? Who the fuck cares about being cool? Everyone, that’s who. If someone mentions heading to the sandpit for a day of rolling trucks around and making vroom vroom noises they’re out. I’d hazard a guess and say that for the majority of you most of your solid friendships were formed during those difficult, angsty teenage years.


And then, just when you’re getting a decent crew together, it all changes again. School finishes, responsibility beckons and people suddenly expect you to grow up. Fuck sake, it was only getting good and all. The friendships you’d worked so hard to maintain face a new challenge, the transition from boy to man isn’t quite complete yet but by the time it is you will have lost some of those friends. But chin up eh, ‘cos this is where the fun really starts. You can drink now, even take drugs if you like, you’re going to meet all manner of exciting people over the next few years. It’s like being back in the sandpit all over again, pubs and nightclubs full of giddy revelers every one of them a potential buddy in the making. Sessions, house-parties, gigs, festivals, the opportunities are endless, and I haven’t even mentioned work, college or the social welfare queue yet.


For me this period of time - my late teens to my mid-to late- twenties - was something of a merry-go-round. I clambered on every Friday night and by the weekend’s close I could be found stumbling in the general direction of my bed, white-faced and dizzy. The sounds and sights of the previous forty-eight hours reverberated around my aching cranium, faces and voices passing in and out, some lingering but most taking up residence in that part of the brain reserved for “I know that bloke from somewhere” moments. New types of friendships were forged, ones based on alcohol and other substances, ones that in actual fact couldn’t exist without some sort of stimulant. Until someone decides to permanently step off the merry-go-round and the one thing you had in common ceases to exist.


I’m patently aware that while reading this you may see certain references and wonder are they directed at you. Well you can rest easy, they’re not. Because although I cemented many a bond during that booze-fueled, hedonistic part of my life I am happy to say that lots of them have remained in place beyond it. Nothing like ten cans of Dutch and a handful of yokes to make you open up to one another eh? Because that’s what it’s all about, feeling comfortable with those around you. If you can speak your mind and open your heart without fear of censure then you’ve found the right people. You can’t be sure how you got there but it definitely wasn’t fate. Fact is you all gravitated towards each other, you left old friends behind, extricated yourself from other groups so that you could be here. Because these are your birds of a feather, and now you can all flock together.


The final shedding (there may be more ahead, I just haven’t got that far yet) comes in your late-twenties. Again we’re forced to do yet more growing up, when will this shit end? When will I be just grown? Your requirements change, things you were once content to overlook become glaring issues, it’s not enough for someone to just be a good laugh, they need a bit more substance if they’re going to stick around. And then one day you look around and find that you’ve got maybe a handful of close friends, a dozen good friends and the rest are mere acquaintances. But you like it like this. Those who remain have been through a lot with you, they know you, the lines are clearly drawn. It feels good to be with these people, they’re here for life now, or at least you hope they are.  
But in truth I myself should have been shed long ago. I no longer ride the merry-go-round, and I rarely see those I class as close friends, or those I class as good friends for that matter -  for all I know I might have been shunted down to acquaintance status by those I’ve categorised in a higher group. God, maybe I should make a few phone calls, y’know catch up, see where I stand and that. Obviously there’s mitigating factors here, people move away, your responsibilities change, some of us get all sensible and knock the partying on the head. The older you become the harder it is to maintain these bonds. Your partner, your wife, your husband, they become your best friend, and then the baton is passed to your kids, how can you find time to catch up with your old pals with so much going on?


Well however hard it is you should make the effort, how does the saying go “Friends are the family we choose for ourselves.”And while we’re stuck with our family no matter how hard we try to get away from them friendships can easily fall into disrepair if left neglected. And who do you think will be there for you if that marriage of yours breaks up? Or your long-term partner runs off with the kids? Who you going to turn to then? Your family? Fuck that, they don’t wanna listen to your whinging. It’s your friends you’ll seek out. They know you better than anyone, they’ll be prepared for your heartache, they’ll most likely offer shit advice and suggest heading out on the lash to help you “forget all about her/him”, but that’s just their way of showing they care.


Of course things have been made easier, too easy you might say, by the birth of social media. Now we’re all fuckin’ friends. It’s one big massive sandpit and everyone is invited. Is it impersonal? Does it devalue the true meaning of friendship? Perhaps. How many of us, upon seeing a plethora of birthdays on a given day, bash out a set of identical wishes for each recipient? Where’s the effort there? But social media is a tool used to connect people, and a lazy, misspelled birthday greeting is much preferable to another friendship crashing and burning through lack of communication. With many of our generation littered across the globe Facebook and its ilk have become invaluable means of strengthening those ties strained by distance.


But real, lasting friendships will outlive Facebook, the Internet and most of your relationships. If you can reach your early thirties with a few strong friendships intact then you’re probably stuck with those bastards for life. Like me you might not see as much of these people as you’d like but when you do it all falls back into place as if by magic. I recall an occasion last year when me and three of my closest mates arranged a night of fun and hi-jinks based loosely around the Superbowl. We hadn’t had such a night in many a year, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it would still be the same. But it was. It felt like  slipping on a comfortable pair of old shoes, it immediately felt right, as if the intervening years had never even happened. And at one point, while high on emotion,  I marveled at how easily we’d assumed our old roles, to which one of those present replied, “Sure why wouldn’t we? We grew up together.” And he was right, we had. I hope we continue to do so.



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As an added bonus here's a little story as to how this particular blog entry came about:



The origin of The Sandpit...



Everyone is on Facebook these days right? And those who aren't only avoid it due to some weird, unfounded fears about the government tracking their movements which, ironically enough, only involve a walk to the shop every morning and an occasional sortie to the bookies. Every now and then though you get a friend request from someone who you genuinely hadn't thought about in years: a person that you knew before the dawn of social media, and someone who, for reasons only known to them self, had waited until 2014 to join Facebook.


Well that happened to me recently, a one-time friend - or an acquaintance if we're being honest - added me on Facebook and I happily welcomed him into my online world. A couple of days later he messaged me. He had been busy since we'd last spoken, so busy that he'd
only gone and made an album for himself. His query? Would I be so kind as to listen to some of his music? Why of course I would. From there we spoke about our respective projects - his desire to express himself through various artistic mediums, beginning with music, and my ailing attempts to complete my first novel - and we discovered that contained therein were many common themes and ideals. He's a people person, "most of the time" he felt, and his close friends mean a lot to him. I'm more of a people-hater but my friends mean a lot to me too.


This got me thinking, not just about my own friends and the nature of our friendships, but about writing something on this topic, maybe we both could? We spoke about it on the phone, excitedly. It would be a collaboration for the ages we said, a meeting of minds, a real think-tank. And then in the end we'd send our thoughts and ideas to the place where all good thoughts and ideas go to die…Social Media.


Our collaboration, while important to us, will most likely be discarded in a mere fraction of the time it took to put it together, but it's not all bad. He was once someone I only thought of as an old acquaintance, a face from the past. But now I consider him a friend. A talented friend whose music deserves to be heard and you can do so by following the link below. Before you do that, and if you've got any time left, you can read what the Social Media novice had to say in his startling letter below...




Dear Reader,


In the words of the great Robert Power, " I am Human ". In the words of the even greater, some would say, Morrissey, " I am human, and I need to be loved ". So, what am I on about? Well, let me try to explain. Just recently, a part of my soul was released into the world, in the shape of a collection of songs known as 1. Though it felt great to finally share it with the world after years of working on it, there was also the natural, for me anyway, feeling of fear and panic at how it might be perceived amongst those who knew me, or at least felt they knew me. Thankfully it has been a mostly lovely experience whereby some complete strangers, vague acquaintances and old friends have come to me with messages of love and support for the music, which is wonderful and really makes a difference.


As part of the whole endeavour of releasing any artistic product, there is the task of promotion and " making connections ". This, for me, has been both the best and worst aspect. In my mind I just wanted to reach out and say " Hey people, I have something to share and maybe you'd like to hear it, share it too and who knows, maybe even buy it ". The reality, however, was different. Not having ever been in any type of social media loop ( I joined Facebook in January…2014!!! ), of any kind, meant, in some ways, I was starting from scratch. Trying to contact as many people as possible through a medium in which I had never operated on was daunting and at times frustrating, compounded by the natural feeling I had that the whole " social media " world was not for me.


So, I set about opening up the can of worms and reached out completely, indiscriminately and full heartedly. At first I felt that it was a brilliant way to connect with people and I really loved it. Then, slowly but surely, as time went on I began to look at my list of " friends " as a poor reflection on me. Not that there was anything wrong with any of the people on the list. Far from it. All of them were now, seemingly, these fully formed, media savvy, new age journalists, beating their path through the mundane and fascinating of life, and always with a slight pinch of salt attitude, which I loved. So, the problem wasn't my " friends list " at all. It was me. I didn't fit in. Nor did I want to. Not with all of them anyway. It broke my heart in a way. How can I fix this I asked myself? Surely I've got to try to be friends with everyone? If only I could sit and have a cup of tea, a beer or a romantic meal with each of them, one on one, at some point. That would surely cement our friendship and I could sleep better at night.


Having assessed the situation, and the time available, I thought it best to find another solution. Thankfully, I found it. It was simple. I should only be friends with people who are actually friends of mine or supporters of what it is I do. It might seem selfish, but why? After all, this is to be my world right? A place, though virtual, where I can engage with friends, like minded individuals and/ or an audience who care or, at some point hopefully, might care. All I want to do really is to share my work and engage with said like minded individuals - if there are any ;-). It was never going to be a case of me posting pictures of my dog, dinner or dog's dinner attempt at social commentary. Those type of posts are for the full blooded social media warriors and die hards, one of which I could never be. My agenda is too straight forward in a way. Share my life, through my work but not to share my life through my life, if you catch my drift. So the realisation that a lot of my new found " friends " were not really going to be a part of my world was kind of hard to take. What it boiled down to for me is that though they might be great and fine people, because of the disconnect in the connection, so to speak, why should I deserve to see their posts and pictures in my timeline or newsfeed etc, if I cannot truthfully call them a friend? In the same way, why should they be getting posts from me about this or that? Thats what a mailing list is for right?


The whole thing had me confused and I had to clean up my act, fast. There would have to be a cull, for want of a better word. So, before I began my Social Media rehab I decided to call an old friend of mine whom I had only had several conversations with in life but would certainly feel comfortable enough to call an old friend or, at least, acquaintance. He was entrenched in the world of blogs, posts and tweets and I knew he could shed some light on the situation for me. We spoke for an hour or so about the pro's and con's of social media and, more so, the nature of friendship. I asked him if he might send me a piece on the subject that could maybe help me see things more clearly. I thought, well, if he can write something and I can respond to it, then between us we might have something worth sharing with others. Whether its worth sharing or not is never, much like music, determined by the writer. In the end it is always the reader or the listener who makes the call on the merit of any piece. Even then, it is always a matter of personal opinion or taste. The writers only job really is to try to get it down and finally, when he or she is ready, put it out there. That is both the end and the beginning.


Anyway, to cut a short story long, I finally, after a few weeks of pondering and more pondering, came around to the conclusion that I should stick with, or to be more accurate, get a little more involved with, this Social Media thing, as it is " where it's at " these days, in many ways. I also thought it best to do it through my own page, channel etc and that is the plan. For sure, I need to enlighten myself a bit more on Social Media etiquette, here and there, and get used to the casualness of it all, but in general I think things are pretty much as vague in the virtual world as they are in the real world.


So, to conclude, I am feeling slightly more at ease with the gun Simon has placed at my head, and am allowing ( I had no choice ) him to press go or whatever the button is on his blog, and I await your apathy with an equal measure of my own.


If you get a chance and have some loose change, in your loose, or perhaps not so loose, jeans, why not take a trip over to my little part of the world wide web and take a chance, take a chance, take a chica chance chance on 1, the album, by…me.


Oh, and feel free to CONNECT :-)


Yours sincerely,


The Great (ahem)... Robert Power


the link… www.robertpower.com