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The
Game’s Gone
Mad!
Three
months back, I
wrote a piece
for this
website titled
“Football’s
Fooked”
– an
overview on
the state of
the game as I
see it today.
There’s
never been as
much money
floating about
in the game
– the only
problem is
that the slush
fund is being
shared amongst
the privileged
few... and the
rest can sod
off, staving
administration
along the way,
hoping to
unearth the
next Wayne
Rooney in
order to
survive
another few
years.
Poor old
Johnny Haynes
was laid to
rest last
week, a great
footballer in
his day but
known
forevermore
not for his
talent but
rather as
being the
first player
to earn a
£100-a-week
wage packet. I
wonder… do
the likes of
Rio Ferdinand
appreciate
their
ridiculous
financial
demands being
met or do they
remain in
cloud cuckoo
land,
oblivious to a
real world
that exists
outside their
weekly toil on
a football
pitch?
Ten league
games into the
season I’d
like to offer
also that
football, as
we know it,
has gone mad.
Stark raving
mad! The
Premiership
itself,
supposedly “the
greatest
league in the
world” is
already
reduced to a
one-team
canter –
Chelsea having
won 39 of
their last 49
League
fixtures and a
ludicrous goal
difference of
plus 79! How
in God’s
name can
anyone compete
with THAT?
Unless, of
course, you
seriously
reckon the
Wigan Athletic
dream can
continue…
Bloody hell!
Wigan
Athletic,
lying second
in the top
flight of
English
football???
Even crazier,
they are there
on merit —
this year’s
“Everton”
— being
patronised to
the hilt by
all and
sundry, until
the wheels
come off and
they find few
friends
remaining.
Little Wigan,
the footy team
from a rugby
town, cock of
the northwest
just now,
looking down
on the rest of
us. Madness!
God knows who’s
next to
overtake us
– will it be
Hull City,
reborn over
recent seasons
and now
pushing for
the higher
echelons of
the game?
Brighton &
Hove Albion
perhaps? Now
that they’ve
secured
planning
permission to
build a
stadium of
their own, who
knows what
lies ahead for
them in the
next five or
six seasons.
As we stand
idle on many
issues —
none more so
than the
Goodison Park
debate —
what odds on a
plethora of
unfancied
teams coming
up through the
League and
overtaking us?
Laugh you
bloody well
may – take a
look at the
League table
and observe
Wigan’s
lofty perch!
We’ve long
since
forgotten
Fulham’s
predicament of
a decade ago.
One foot in
the grave
until Al Fayed
financed their
renaissance.
Another
Premiership
side, Charlton
Athletic, not
so long ago,
were playing
home games at
Selhurst Park
and Upton
Park. Their
home at The
Valley was
derelict. Now
they’re
talking of
extending the
capacity at
The Valley to
a figure in
excess of our
own capacity
at Goodison
— and they
also possess a
squad equipped
to perform
consistently
in the
Premiership.
The wise sages
in football
all nod
knowingly; the
Premiership
trophy shall
remain at
Stamford
Bridge for a
further twelve
months. The
only other two
teams deemed
capable of
offering any
sort of
challenge to
Chelsea’s
dominance —
Manchester
United and
Arsenal —
have both been
battered into
submission
already. The
game is up.
Ten games
played!
United’s
capitulation
on Saturday
against a
previously
uninspiring
Middlesbrough
side has
surely
decimated what
little
confidence
remained. It
is amazing how
they are now
viewed by many
as being a “one-man
team”
(Rooney),
their glory
days rapidly
becoming a
distant memory
and hard to
accept I’m
sure. But,
tough, that’s
football.
Happened to
us. Happened
to Liverpool.
Happening to
United! There’s
no room for
sentiment in
this game and
for all the
pots Alex
Ferguson has
claimed over
the years they
will count for
diddley squat
should he end
his days
paralleling
Brian Clough’s
rapid decline.
Bless.
Anyhow, who
gives a toss
about
Manchester
United’s
current woes?
The lack of
sentiment in
the game —
well, we’ve
witnessed
enough at our
place already
this year. The
frustration I
can understand
perfectly
after 38 years
of being an
Evertonian
living on this
planet. The
venom is what’s
astounded me;
the sheer
panic that has
seen many
Evertonians
looking for
David Moyes to
be ousted —
the man solely
responsible
for the
decline from a
magnificent,
erm, fourth...
to a basement
twentieth!
Who gives a
shit about the
fact that
Moyes has been
at the helm
when we’ve
bucked the
trend and
finished above
better teams
(dare I
include the
current
European
Champions!),
managed to
qualify via a
final League
position for
European
football —
something not
achieved for
many many
years by any
Everton
manager. That
in itself is a
shocking
indictment on
a club of our
supposed
standing, one
of the
traditional
big-five
clubs. We talk
a good game at
Everton but
sadly it’s
more in
reflection of
past glories
rather than,
erm,
Magnificent
Sevenths and
fourth-place
finishes in
the modern day
Premiership,
some 30+
points behind
the champions!
There’s no
defending the
lack of points
accrued over
the past
calendar year
— a truly
appalling
return on the
back of great
(misguided)
promise this
time last
season. Factor
in Moyes’s
failure to
secure the
services of a
proven
goalscorer
(not many of
those about in
the summer)
and some see
that as reason
enough to get
shut: School
of Science we
most
definitely are
not. Ergo,
Moyes must go?
You must be
“having a
laugh”!
I hate
repeating it
again and
again and
again –
getting shut
of the manager
solves nothing
at Everton.
Sliding doors,
one out, one
in, new man,
new scarf,
same squad of
players, same
Boardroom,
same lack of
money
available,
same Alan
Myers
reporting the
latest
re-birth of
the Goodison
Blues on Sky
Sports News…
It’s the
culture of
football these
days — first
sign of a rot
setting in and
the manager
comes under
the spotlight,
aided and
abetted by the
Sky Sports
News muppets
making a
crisis out of
a drama. Don’t
forget to
press your red
button on your
sky remote as
YOU the viewer
decide whether
or not David
Moyes should
be removed…
One manager
with reason
more than most
to be content
with his work
to date is
Charlton’s
Alan
Curbishley. I
hate viewing
Charlton
Athletic as a
prime example
of a club
seemingly well
run but there’s
times when
stating the
obvious needs
repeating!
Here’s a man
who has
experienced
the good and
the bad —
with a little
ugly thrown in
for good
measure. They’ve
had their
highs, endured
a few lows —
including
relegation —
but persisting
with the man,
acknowledged
by his peers
as a good
manager, has
now been
rewarded. How
many
non-Charlton
fans ever
consider
Charlton a
potential
candidate for
relegation at
the start of
every season?
Very few I
would imagine.
There may be
no trophies to
show for their
efforts but
considering
the progress
they’ve made
over the past
decade or so,
and the
climate of
fear that
envelopes the
Premiership,
the fact that
Charlton are
now perceived
to be one of
those teams
annually
chasing a Uefa
Cup spot shows
how far they’ve
come. Faith in
ability
rewarded.
We should
follow suit.
Warts ‘n
all. Sometimes
you only
appreciate
what you had
when it’s
gone. Moyes
may well be
overseeing an
under-achieving
Everton side
at present but
he’s the
same fella who
brought smiles
back to
Evertonian
faces, young
and old alike,
with an upturn
in our
fortunes since
his arrival,
culminating in
last season’s
fourth place
finish. Would
we really be
better off
getting shut
of him
sometime soon
if we continue
to labour
nearer the
foot of the
Premiership?
Somehow I don’t
think so.
Getting shut
of Moyes? I’m
telling yer…
The Game’s
Gone Mad!
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