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Norwich’s twin threat earns victory over Chelsea in FA Youth Cup final

May 16, 2013 in In the News, News, The Guardian

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Powered by Guardian.co.ukThis article titled “Norwich’s twin threat earns victory over Chelsea in FA Youth Cup final” was written by Simon Burnton at Stamford Bridge, for guardian.co.uk on Monday 13th May 2013 22.21 UTC

In what must go down as one of the greatest cup upsets in nearly three days, Norwich convincingly overcame the defending champions and strong favourites, Chelsea, to win the away leg of the FA Youth Cup final 3-2, and the cup itself by an aggregate score of 4-2. The home side, widely expected to win the trophy for the third time in four years, instead ceded it to a club that last won it in 1983, when Jeremy Goss was in the line-up.

Thirty years later Norwich’s success was inspired by a pair of irrepressible fleet-footed forwards with whom Chelsea simply could not cope. The intelligence and speed of their running was probably enough to bemuse the home defence, but the fact that they are identical twins surely couldn’t have helped. Between them Joshua and Jacob Murphy created two goals and scored one, and formed such a troublesome threat on the counter-attack that, with slightly more clinical finishing, the scoreline – already shocking enough to prompt tears from Chelsea’s excellent captain, Lewis Baker, after the final whistle – might have been humiliating.

For all their promise, Monday night’s victory shouldn’t be taken as a guarantee of future glory. While many future stars have made their mark on this stage – as Chelsea know more than most, having won back-to-back victories in 1960 and 1961 with teams featuring Peter Bonetti, Ron Harris, Terry Venables and recently-deposed record goalscorer Bobby Tambling – it is equally easy to happen upon fool’s gold. When Leeds United stormed to a 4-1 aggregate win over Manchester United in 1993 they probably thought they had it made. As it turned out their most high-profile graduates were Noel Whelan and Mark Tinkler, and it was the losers who hit the big time – David Beckham, Paul Scholes, Robbie Savage, Keith Gillespie and the Neville brothers all played.

With this match serving as an annual graduation ceremony for the latest crop of skilful youngsters it was tempting to perceive a wind of change in the Stamford Bridge air. In fact it was just wind. The players ran out to a guard of honour formed by 18 Chelsea mascots, some of them not much younger than the footballers they were welcoming, whose blue-and-white checked flags stood rigid in the keen breeze. On their way from the tunnel the combatants were each accompanied by a further mascot, making 40 mascots in total. Last night’s crowd of 17,676 – the two legs were witnessed by an aggregate crowd of 39,271 – was thus 0.23% mascot.

Chelsea had lost the away leg 1-0, but this was not expected to be much of an impediment. After all, they had lost last year’s away leg 1-0 at Blackburn but made up for it by winning 4-0 at home.

Within three minutes Norwich had 10 men back defending waves of attacks and if a Chelsea victory seemed likely then, it appeared inevitable in the 15th minute when Jeremie Boga collected Andreas Christensen’s pass, sauntered towards the edge of Norwich’s penalty area and shot low past a wrong-footed William Britt. A minute later, Ruben Loftus Cheek, an elegant central midfielder who shows all the hallmarks of having studied Frank Lampard at great length and at close quarters, was just offside as Chelsea sought another.

But in the 20th minute Norwich retook the aggregate lead, Jacob Murphy playing a short corner to his brother, who got to the byline and slammed in a low cross that Adam Nditi, one of eight veterans of last year’s final in Chelsea’s starting XI, needlessly turned into his own net at the near post.

At this stage, though, the home side looked clearly superior. Though they lacked quality in wide areas, where Alex Kiwomya, nephew of the former Ipswich and Arsenal forward Chris, and scorer of six goals in six games in the run to the final, was never more than peripheral, they were dominating the centre. In the 29th minute Baker’s excellent through-ball found Islam Feruz, but he shot wastefully wide and soon afterwards Ola Aina’s low cross flew just behind John Swift, who speared the ball high.

Then Norwich broke. This time it was Carlton Morris, their brawny centre-forward, who led the charge. He carried the ball into the penalty area and went over, fairly easily it must be said, when challenged by Ben Wyatt, who had also conceded a penalty in the first leg. It was the fourth and final foul of a gleefully innocent first half. As in the first game, the Norwich captain, Cameron McGeehan, converted.

Baker saw one shot fly just wide and another well saved early in the second half, before the game’s critical moment arrived with an hour played. With the outside of his right foot Swift curled a brilliant pass round the last defender into the path of Feruz, who tried and failed to take the ball past Britt, got it back, cut inside and then lashed wide of the near post. A goal then and Chelsea would once again have been favourites to win. Instead they were forced into a series of increasingly desperate game-chasing tactical changes, which succeeded mainly in giving the Murphys extra space to run into.

In the 76th minute Norwich broke, the Chelsea substitute left-back Kevin Wright – described in the programme as “honest and hard-working”, a worrying phrase most commonly applied to 35-year-olds who play for Aldershot – played three Norwich players onside and Jacob Murphy crossed for Joshua to score. Norwich’s fans, who had outsung the home supporters throughout, outsung them even more emphatically thereafter, undaunted by Boga’s 87th-minute consolation. Whether they will be singing these players’ names in more highfalutin fixtures in future seasons remains to be seen, but there were certainly no fools in gold last night.

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Stats show that referee’s favour home teams

April 29, 2013 in In the News, Referee, The Guardian

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Powered by Guardian.co.ukThis article titled “Statistical models show referees are homers – by popular acclamation” was written by Sean Ingle, for The Guardian on Sunday 28th April 2013 22.00 UTC

Let us first say this about referees: they have evolved into marvellous species, worthy of an Attenborough voiceover, with lungs as deep as a blacksmith’s bellows and the 4D-vision of a teacher on a school outing. Even in the hyper-accelerated, scheming-cheating thrash of modern football – where these sheriffs with headsets make roughly 600 decisions every match – they get an enormous amount right.

Yet the following is also true: they are unwittingly and incontrovertibly biased towards home teams – especially those with larger crowds.

"The evidence is overwhelming," says professor Alan Nevill, a specialist in biostatistics at Wolverhampton University. "And it is across a range of sports including football."

We can all cite oven-fresh examples from the past week. That bite and a shin-rake missed at Anfield. An offside goal and buttocky bodycheck ignored in Munich. A phantom penalty in Basel. Another offside goal waved through at the Emirates. In isolation these events tell us little. But by probing the issue from multiple angles, using large data sets and advanced statistical techniques, a pattern emerges. Referees subconsciously favour home teams.

A decade ago, Nevill led a study in which 40 qualified referees were asked to judge 47 incidents from a 1998-99 match between Liverpool v Leicester; half watched with crowd noise, the control group in silence. The results were surprising: those viewing the footage with crowd noise awarded significantly fewer fouls (15.5%) against the home team compared with those watching in silence.

In the NBA, fewer fouls are given against star players at home, while when Bundesliga matches are played in stadiums with running tracks the bias referees usually show the home team halves. Another paper – The 12th Man? Refereeing bias in English and German soccer – shows that home teams receive fewer yellow and red cards, even when accounting for them being disproportionately the favoured team and disproportionately ahead during games.

One of the authors, Dr Babatunde Buraimo – a senior lecturer in sports economics at the University of Central Lancashire – talks me through the "sophisticated statistical model" involving "minute-by-minute bivariate probit analysis". It is impressive stuff, although you don’t need a maths degree to know the likely consequences of being reduced to 10 men by a home-town decision. Forthcoming research also suggests that referees favour home teams by adding more injury time in addition to the amount the fourth official holds up – when a match is closer and when any additional time would favour the home team.

You might think improved referee training could change this. But Nevill’s latest article, in the Psychology of Sport and Exercise last month, suggests it is not that simple. It is true that home advantage has declined in England and Scotland – something Nevill says is due to a "systematic improvement" in referees’ decision-making accuracy because of better training and monitoring. There is, however, a caveat. The steepest decline in home advantage is to be found in the lower leagues and shallowest in the Premier League. "I think it’s the first scientific proof that it’s the crowd having the influence," Nevill says. "Referees’ objective capabilities are still not immune to the unconscious influence of the crowd."

Psychologists call this influence conformity. And you can see how it happens. If 70,000 fans scream for a decision it can reinforce the referee’s first impression of an incident. Or it can make them subconsciously decide to get the crowd off their backs by giving them what they want.

It has long been mooted that home advantage is partly down to playing in a familiar stadium, or the adverse effects of travelling. Maybe for an NFL team playing across the other side of America. But in the Premier League?

Another myth we cling to – that shouting until your tonsils are red-raw can somehow inspire your team – also has little to back it up. One example cited by Tobias Moskowitz and Jon Wertheim, the authors of Scorecasting, is that in 624 NHL shootouts between 2005-09 – when you might expect the home crowd to be more vociferous and therefore more inspiring – the home team won 304 (49.4%) times and the away team 316 (50.6%).

When looking at reasons for home advantage we first direct our attention to the man in the middle. We assume that whatever the terraces spit at referees runs off, like water off Gore-Tex. Research suggests otherwise.

So what should be done? One view is to just lump it. As David Forrest, professor of economics at Salford University, points out. "Statisticians think justice is everything. But randomness and noise create uncertainty of outcome, which is one of the appeals of sport."

On the other end of the scale, video evidence – while not to everyone’s taste – can help. When the instant-replay challenge was introduced to the NFL in 1999 it led to a 29.4% drop in home advantage. In football the effect could be even greater: because the game is low scoring, one decision – a penalty, red card or offside goal – is more likely to affect the result.

Whatever your view, doesn’t this issue deserve a little more attention? As it is, any discussion of referee bias rarely goes beyond weary laments involving Manchester United and the lack of away penalties at Old Trafford – something, incidentally, that silicon chips are yet to show has any statistical significance.

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While Germany sets a shift in Europe, Monterrey step closer to cementing a third straight CONCACAF Champions League

April 26, 2013 in In the News, The Guardian

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Powered by Guardian.co.ukThis article titled “Monterrey edge towards third straight Champions League with Santos draw” was written by Graham Parker, for guardian.co.uk on Thursday 25th April 2013 12.59 UTC

Santos Laguna failed to take the initiative in the home leg of their Concacaf Champions League final, despite playing against ten men for the last 24 minutes when Monterrey’s influential César Delgado was given a straight red.

Santos looked unreognizably pedestrian throughout a game where, if anything, the visiting Monterrey were the more likely to get a goal. They certainly went closest — the excellent Suazo powering a fierce header off the foot of the post with Orozco utterly beaten, early in the second half.

Santos meanwhile, were static in their approach play — particularly through the middle, where the central pairing of Rodriguez and Salinas did little to stretch the two lines of four men Monterrey maintained when out of possession. Only Quintero showed consistent invention, but to an extent he’d been marginalized from the first whistle by his coach Pedro Caixinha’s decision to leave Herculez Gomez on the bench in favor of Lugo. In theory that should have given Santos some more stability in midfield, but it ended up leaving them flat across the middle and unable to benefit from Quintero’s ability to open up defenses centrally, as he was playing wider than usual.

Quintero did look lively from that wider position, but without the provocateur/poacher Gomez making proactive runs, Peralta and Cardenas were too predictable and easily handled by Monterrey’s defense — particularly on set pieces, where the visitors were much bigger and won virtually every header. They also won most of their duels all over the field, while being happy to concede possession to a Santos midfield that held the ball deep and rarely forced the tempo.

When Gomez did eventually come into the game early in the second half, it was a forced substitution as Peralta’s knee buckled nastily as he tussled for a ball in the box. Gomez had a couple of half chances set up by threaded through balls by Quintero (illusory flashes of Santos at their best), but what might have been his most significant touch was the forceful one he received across his shin from the boot of Monterrey’s Delgado in the 66th minute. The straight red removed a player who’d been a stalwart not just of Monterrey’s defense, but of their marauding breaks forward, in which Suazo, playing off the target man De Nigris, was frequently given way too much time, or allowed to make dangerous secondary runs into the box.

Even when Delgado went off, Monterrey did not look unduly stretched. Moreno was thrown on to change their shape to something like a 4-3-2 in defense, and while Santos tried some substitutions of their own in Cejas and Calderón to change things up, their attacks lacked speed and conviction, and Monterrey were able to run down the clock.

All in all, Santos looked more like a team afraid of experiencing what Monterrey did to LA Galaxy in the last ten minutes of their semi-final first leg, rather than a team inspired by how the Galaxy had been able to open Monterrey up at times in the other 80 minutes. Santos didn’t lose, but they now have to find a way to get a result on the road, if they’re to stop a confident Monterrey side from winning their third successive Champions League title in front of their own fans.

Santos Laguna: Sanchez; Figueroa, Estrada, Baloy, Mares; Rodriguez, Quintero, Lugo (Cejas 77), Salinas (Calderón 85); Cardenas, Peralta (Gomez 57)

Monterrey: Orozco; Mier, Basanta, López, Solis; Delgado, Suazo (Madrigal 88), Ayovi, Zavala, Corona (Cruz 68); De Nigris (Chávez 79)

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NWSL kicks off this weekend giving US women’s soccer new hope

April 19, 2013 in General Interest, In the News, The Guardian, Womens

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Powered by Guardian.co.ukThis article titled “NWSL kicks off this weekend giving US women’s soccer new hope” was written by Jeff Kassouf, for guardian.co.uk on Friday 12th April 2013 15.45 UTC

US women’s soccer’s third attempt at a professional league begins play this weekend and it’s anybody’s guess whether or not this one will last. But what seems clear is that its modest ambitions give it a better chance than the previous two failures.

One major factor that separates the National Women’s Soccer League – the latest incarnation of a women’s league – from the WUSA and WPS is the involvement of U.S. Soccer.

The Canadian and Mexican federations are also involved in the NWSL venture, but for the first time, U.S. Soccer sees value in having a professional league for its three-time defending Olympic gold medalist women’s team. The backing of the federation has U.S. players cautiously optimistic.

“U.S. Soccer, the Mexican federation and the Canadian federation have all stepped in to fund their players and I think that that is going to make the biggest difference to cut the biggest overhead, which is the players’ salaries,” said U.S. forward Abby Wambach, who is three international goals short of Mia Hamm’s all-time scoring record. “Hopefully the federations will do it until it is necessary.”

The three federations will fund their national team players – originally 23 from the United States, 16 from Mexico and 16 from Canada before injuries and other factors depleted those numbers – and U.S. Soccer will run the front office.

What U.S. Soccer realized was necessary following its women’s program’s third-straight Olympic gold medal last summer was a way to develop future talent for the next World Cup (in 2015) and beyond. A league was the most sensible choice.

“You get more players an opportunity to be seen, you get players playing daily, and you get players playing in different environments, team players who have a different role on the national team and now they have to take a leadership role in a club team and develop those abilities,” U.S. Soccer president Sunil Gulati said when the league was announced in November. “So across the board and certainly the case on the men’s side, the best way long-term to develop is in a league format where the challenges are every day.”

Still, the question remains whether or not the finances can line up. The WUSA blew through 0 million in three seasons. WPS’ losses were far less, but the model proved unsustainable.

In NWSL player salaries are modest, ranging from ,000-,000. Several teams have downsized venues (the Boston Breakers traded Harvard Stadium for a smaller public facility and the Chicago Red Stars no longer play at Toyota Park). The four teams that remain from the WPS days have seen modest upticks in season ticket sales.

So there is some cause for optimism. In fact, the optimism – whether it is hope or genuine confidence remains unclear – is disproportionately strong. We’ve seen that before. Women’s Professional Soccer was supposed to be the sustainable answer to WUSA’s overspending and lofty goals. That lasted just three seasons.

But this time, the belief is that the right people are involved, and that isn’t just the aforementioned U.S. Soccer. The four clubs carrying over from the WPS days bring the experience and knowledge of those past failures, while new markets like Kansas City and Portland add cities in which soccer is part of the culture. Portland Thorns FC has sold about 7,000 season tickets, about twice the average attendance WPS drew.

The reasons that players, owners and now federations continue to fight for a sustainable professional league vary. Competitively, it’s about player development and ensuring the United States reclaims the World Cup, which it hasn’t won since 1999.

The move is also about the world’s top-ranked women’s team and perennial power providing hope for a future for the young. The World Cups, the Olympics – those ambitions are a given: winning.

But for U.S. forward Alex Morgan, the National Women’s Soccer League is about those thousands of girls who look up to her and her teammates – a position the 23-year-old was in not long ago.

“When I think of a lasting league, I think of the dreams that a little girl has, the dreams that I had when I was a little girl – when I was watching WUSA, when I became a part of WPS and now being a part of NWSL,” Morgan said on Thursday. “I think it is so important for future generations when they come up, when they have a passion to play soccer, that they have a way to play soccer other than the women’s national team.”

League at a glance

Teams: Boston Breakers, Chicago Red Stars, FC Kansas City, Portland Thorns FC, Sky Blue FC (New Jersey), Seattle Reign FC, Washington Spirit, Western New York (Rochester, N.Y.)

Key Players: Abby Wambach makes her homecoming in Western New York along with Carli Lloyd, but the true star power is in Portland, where two of the world’s top strikers – U.S. star Alex Morgan and Canadian Christine Sinclair – will combine up front. Seattle will start the season without goalkeeper Hope Solo (injury) and midfielder Megan Rapinoe (playing with Lyon in France), but their anticipated additions could give Reign FC a second half boost.

Schedule: The league kicks off this weekend and last through the August 31 championship game. Each team plays a 22-game schedule, with 11 home games and 11 road games. The playoffs will feature the regular season champion at home against the fourth-place team, while the second place finisher will host the third-place finisher. The highest remaining seed will host the title game.

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The rise and rise of Matija Nastasic, Manchester City’s rock

April 17, 2013 in In the News, Players, The Guardian

Matija Nastasic of Manchester City battles for the ball with Robin van Persie of Manchester United


Powered by Guardian.co.ukThis article titled “The rise and rise of Matija Nastasic, Manchester City’s rock” was written by Jamie Jackson, for The Observer on Saturday 13th April 2013 21.00 UTC

To find a prime contender for Manchester City’s player of the season look no further than the teenager who made his debut against Real Madrid at the Bernabéu. Matija Nastasic was 19 when he lined up for a Champions League group game last September two years after being loaned out to a Partizan Belgrade feeder club, and after only 26 games in blue the defender is drawing comparisons with Bobby Moore and Franz Beckenbauer.

Nastasic is guaranteed to start against Chelsea in Sunday’s FA Cup semi-final at Wembley, and Kevin Keegan, the former City and England manager, says of him: “I saw him play for City against Real Madrid when he made his debut. If you are a manager and put a player in to make his debut in the Bernabéu, then that tells you everything you need to know. I really like him. He would be my idea of a centre-half. One who can come out with the ball and play.”

With his club team-mate Aleksandar Kolarov and Chelsea’s Branislav Ivanovic at full-back and Nemanja Vidic partnering Nastasic in the middle, England’s domestic league contains a formidable Serbian back four, though Keegan believes the former Fiorentina player has more refined attributes than Manchester United’s captain.

“Nastasic is a different sort of player to Vidic,” he says. “More of a Bobby Moore and Franz Beckenbauer style of player. I’m not saying Nastasic is as a good as Beckenbauer because we’ve got to see more of him.”

From the wreckage of City’s recruitment drive last summer has emerged this son of coffee shop owners who demoted England’s Joleon Lescott to the reserve list and became Vincent Kompany’s first-choice partner in defence. Throughout an uneven campaign Roberto Mancini has bemoaned missing out on a big five of Robin van Persie, Eden Hazard, Javi Martínez, Daniele De Rossi and Daniel Agger, as Jack Rodwell, Maicon, Scott Sinclair and Javi García were bought instead. Nastasic was the other man on this supposed B-list but Liverpool’s resistance to selling Agger has proved a blessing.

David Platt, Mancini’s assistant, says: “Matija has done very well. He’s only young, he’s come out of Serie A and it’s a different style of football but he’s come in and settled down very well.”

Two whirlwind years have pointed Nastasic’s career trajectory straight up on the success graph. Having joined Partizan at 12, he made a temporary move to FK Teleoptik Zemun five years later. “I was 17 when Partizan thought I should go out and get some experience of senior football because it was very difficult for a youth player to break into their first team,” he says. “I was loaned to a second division side and spent the 2010-11 season with them: they are a sort of feeder club for Partizan.”

Nastasic grew up in Valjevo, a small town in west Serbia, and is too young to recall the region’s conflict during the 1990s. “Valjevo is a nice town, very small and quiet,” he says. “There are only about 8,000 people there. My parents owned a coffee shop in the village and we enjoyed a normal, average lifestyle.”

With his father he travelled to Belgrade to watch Partizan. “I always wore the Partizan shirt when I played in the field or in the street. I just loved football and my team, so when Partizan offered me a trial it was a dream come true,” he says.

At Teleoptik Nastasic played 21 games and impressed enough to attract Fiorentina’s attention before ever featuring for Partizan. “I’d been there about six months when my agent informed me Fiorentina were interested in taking me on a permanent deal,” he says. “It meant leaving Partizan but it was too good a chance to turn down. My parents were very supportive and [it was] an easy choice to make. In Serbia you are never sure what is going to happen the next day, so I signed for Fiorentina and moved with my parents to Italy.”

Bought for £2m at the beginning of last season, he marked Milan’s Zlatan Ibrahimovic in Serie A in his first start. “Everything happened so quickly. I had to adapt quickly because it was a new way of life, home and language. Originally I was meant to bed in by playing for the Fiorentina youth team but they were short of defensive cover, so I was fast-tracked.”

It helped that his then coach, Sinisa Mihajlovic, is also Serbian and, as a former team-mate of Mancini, was trusted by City’s manager to assess his ability. “There is no hiding place when you are marking players like Ibrahimovic, [Ezequiel] Lavezzi or [Edinson] Cavani each week. Milan, Napoli, Inter, Juventus – the big games just kept coming,” Nastasic says. “I played 29 times for Fiorentina. I imagined I would maybe spend three or four years in Serie A before perhaps trying my luck in England. In fact I watched City v QPR on the final day of last season at my home in Florence – but I had no idea I would be part of the team a few months later.”

Costing £12m plus Stevan Savic, Nastasic is now integral to Mancini’s plans. As Joe Hart says: “Nasta has been a sensation. For his age he is like a rock.”

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Leyton Orient give youth its day – and are rewarded with MK Dons win

April 15, 2013 in General Interest, In the News, The Guardian

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Powered by Guardian.co.ukThis article titled “Leyton Orient give youth its day – and are rewarded with MK Dons win” was written by Jacob Steinberg, for The Observer on Saturday 13th April 2013 19.32 UTC

At first glance, it might have appeared that Leyton Orient had taken the old adage that if “you’re good enough, you’re old enough” a bit too far. Everywhere you turned at Brisbane Road, it felt like there was a teenager. There was a teenager in the dugout, a teenager in the kitchen and a teenager painting the lines on the pitch ahead of Orient’s League One fixture against Milton Keynes Dons.

Of course, the chairman, Barry Hearn, had not totally taken leave of his senses, sacked the adults and freshened things up by placing a bunch of kids in charge. Instead this was merely Orient’s version of Young Apprentice, with teenagers aged from 16 to 18 spending a week shadowing key roles at the club, all the way from the kit manager to the chairman himself. Eventually 11 made it through the application process. “It’s been really fun,” said Alexandros Stylianou, the match analyst. “It’s not something you’d usually get to do. I’ve always wanted to be involved in sport.”

They really were involved on Saturday afternoon. Having spent the week at Orient’s training ground in Chigwell getting a taste of what it is like to work for a football club, the youngsters had been given the chance to show what they were made of for the visit of MK. “This is the pinnacle,” said Ayub Nouinou, the club’s photographer. “We’re the heartbeat of the club today – 11 teenagers.” What could possibly go wrong?

Once the nerves had dissipated though, the sense of excitement was summed up by Joe Newton, the groundsman, arriving five hours before kick-off. His experience of gardening had not extended beyond rooting around his mum’s garden but now Orient want him to return, even if the pitch was more mud than grass. “I would do it as a part-time job,” said Newton. “I’ve been asked to do it again because they said I was really good at it and they want me to learn more. You look at this big stadium and you want to do it again. Yesterday the pitch was waterlogged and we had to get the sponges out.”

As for the manager, Jack Baker-Merry, and the coach, Rapal Bumbra, they spent the week watching and taking training. “The players have got involved with us,” Bumbra said. “We’ve helped out doing refereeing.” It emerged that Baker-Merry had made himself unpopular with some of his decisions. “The players weren’t too happy with my decisions,” he said. “Professional footballers are quite competitive. They were getting into it.”

Nouinou described it as the best week of his life. It is not often these kids get to mix with professional footballers, although the strangest moment of the afternoon was MK’s chairman, Pete Winkelman, calling a teenager “Mr Chairman” at half-time. Unlike the others this was Adam Dear’s first day on the job and, before accompanying Hearn in the boardroom, he had spent the morning checking that everything around the ground was in fine working order. “I noticed that my season-ticket seat was wobbly,” he said, “so I had to fix that.”

Some roles were clearly more important than others. While Daniel Kelly was responsible for organising the post-match press conference, Baker-Merry had to step aside and let the actual manager, Russell Slade, take charge for the game itself. Baker-Merry is only 16, which meant that even MK’s 32-year-old manager, Karl Robinson, must have been feeling old for once.

“I’d love to be a manager,” enthused Baker-Merry, who then turned a shade of green when asked what he was going to say to the players in his pre-match team-talk. Something to rival Al Pacino’s speech in Any Given Sunday? He pondered for a moment. “I’ve had plenty to say to those players over the years.”

Whatever he said had the desired effect, as late goals from Gary Sawyer and Kevin Lisbie earned Orient a 2-0 win and maintained their hopes of reaching the play-offs. To think it was once said you’ll never win anything with kids.

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The Question: what is the relationship between players and tactics?

April 13, 2013 in Formations, In the News, Philosophy, Tactics, The Guardian, Theory

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Powered by Guardian.co.ukThis article titled “The Question: what is the relationship between players and tactics?” was written by Jonathan Wilson, for guardian.co.uk on Wednesday 10th April 2013 11.18 UTC

A few weeks ago, on a stage in Milan, I found myself being asked by a senior official from the Italian football federation (FIGC) whether we’d ever see football again in which players were freed from tactics and could just play. It was an awkward moment. The lights were bright, I was working through a translator and in the front row Demetrio Albertini, Ferran Soriano and Adriano Galliani were staring at me.

I wasn’t quite sure I’d understood the question correctly. I’m aware that words don’t necessarily map exactly from one language to another and this clearly wasn’t an occasion to go off-piste and risk upsetting anybody – particularly when I wasn’t quite sure I could articulate what I thought (which is another way of saying that the thought itself wasn’t articulate). So I mumbled some guff about how the players are the tactics and the tactics are the players and when the translator nudged me I shut up. But the issue the question had raised is pertinent. I’ve been aware of it for years; a nebulous, unnerving presence, always waiting, always avoiding being directly addressed. It is perhaps the most fundamental question of all: what are tactics?

It occurred to me again watching Borussia Dortmund’s thrilling comeback against Málaga on Tuesday night. It was a game without logic, and tactics surely are an attempt to impose order on the chaos of football – to an extent they are the vocabulary of football – so to what extent did tactics apply?

Dortmund were far from their best. Málaga defended well. Twice in the second half, Dortmund did slice them open, but both times Willy Caballero saved. Yet even that isn’t quite precise enough: he didn’t save the ball in the sense of making a wonderfully gymnastic leap, of timing the flail of his arm correctly and deliberately diverting the ball away. Rather, he got himself in roughly the right position: Marco Reus’s shot hit him and bounced wide, while he flicked a foot at Mario Götze’s effort and got a sufficient toe on the ball so that the ball was diverted just past the post. He takes credit, yes, for maximising the possibility that the ball would hit him and not go in, but there was also a large element of luck involved and perhaps also a small element of failure on the part of the forwards.

And then there was the crazy last 10 minutes. Dortmund, desperate for a goal, leaving themselves vulnerable to a counter. Júlio Baptista taking advantage and Eliseu from a manifestly offside position tapping in. Dortmund, eschewing their passing game, lumping the ball into the box. Málaga’s offside trap, so efficient until then, going awry. Neven Subotic squared the ball, Málaga’s Jesús Gámez somehow made an astonishing challenge on Felipe Santana who looked certain to tap-in, before Reus rolled the ball in anyway. And then Dortmund’s winner: four players offside as the cross came in, Santana offside again as he tapped in. Chaos. Mayhem. The final three goals were rooted in desire and emotion and error; beyond the very basic idea of where roughly to rub in certain situations, they seemed to have almost nothing to do with tactics – and yet even in that basic description, tactical terms spring up. Dortmund left themselves vulnerable to a counter, Málaga tried to play offside, Subotic went up from the back …

After 90 minutes I felt sorry for Jürgen Klopp. His side hadn’t played up to their high standards, but over the two legs they had probably just about shaded the tie; moreover, Dortmund seemed likelier winners than Málaga and so their presence in the semi-finals made it more probable those games would sparkle. By the 93rd minute I felt sorry for Manuel Pellegrini. His team had also missed chances. Tactically, they’d probably had the better of the second leg, pressing hard and forcing Dortmund into mistakes. Or had Dortmund been sloppy? Subotic said afterwards he thought the pressure of the occasion had got to Dortmund and that their passing hadn’t been up to speed as a result. So tactical plan or emotion?

The truth is: probably both. "Pull a thread here and you’ll find it’s attached to the rest of the world," as Nadeem Aslam put it in The Wasted Vigil. And that is where the answer I gave in Milan has some truth. Tactics make players and players make tactics and the relationship between them is vital. To give a very simple example of that, you can’t play a pressing game unless you have very fit, disciplined players. But it’s not the full truth; it’s a simplistic version of the truth.

Base and superstructure

The example of Willy and his two second-half saves seems significant. For both there is a two-stage process of appreciation. The goalkeeper, using his reading of the game and his physical capacities, got himself into position to maximise his chances of making a block. That is the base. He did what the training manuals would teach him. He put himself in a position that, if you were plotting the game with models, you would put him in best to cover his angles. The superstructure is what comes next, the part that it’s impossible to plan in advance: it’s the reflexes, the luck, where the forward places the ball.

This seems analogous with the match as a whole (and analogous if not congruent with Marx’s theory of society). There is the base: the underlying structure, the distribution of players on the pitch and their relation in opposition to each other. The base is what leads to, say, one side dominating possession, or a right-winger regularly isolating the opposing left-back, or to a side facing two solid banks of four. The base creates the shape of the game. The superstructure is what comes next: can that right-winger make the most of isolating the full-back? Can he beat him for pace or for skill? Can he deliver accurate crosses? Can he create chances?

And then of course there’s the next level: can the centre-forward take those chances? Can he beat his marker to win the header? Can he direct that header on goal? With what power? And then there is the next level: can the goalkeeper save the header? And of course the forward’s capacity to take the chance is in part conditioned by the base: is he in the right position to attack the cross? Has he been caught, tracking an opposing midfielder? Is he challenging with the bigger or the smaller centre-back?

Or let’s try to make it even simpler. Base governs which side creates more chances and what sort of chances they are; superstructure determines whether those chances are taken. But while that is an adequate definition, it disguises the full complexity of the situation, of the inter-relatedness of base and superstructure. There is always a stage before: superstructure doesn’t govern whether chances are taken, but whether the chances to create chances are taken, and whether the chances to create chances to create chances are taken, and so on in a potentially infinite regress (not to mention whether the chances to make interceptions and passes are taken). And this complexity, of course, this inter-relatedness of all things, is part of the reason why football, for all the fine work that has been done on the subject, continues to resist statistical analysis.

The nonsense of an ending

So, to return to the original issue of the relation of players and tactics: tactics are what govern the base, players are what govern the superstructure (while acknowledging that the two are at times so interrelated as that the distinction feels academic). Managers can alter the base with tactical changes; all they can do with the superstructure is ensure players are in the best condition physically and emotionally to play to their maximum (and to get the ‘best’ players on the pitch in the ‘best’ positions – although again that begins to seep into the base).

Quantifying that is almost impossible, but perhaps, given the infrequency of goals, the best way of assessing match dominance is chance creation. This is only a rough guide since it assumes all chances are equal (which clearly they’re not – although Egil Olsen, having analysed games dividing chances into three categories of difficulty, concluded that it happened so rarely that a team created only hard chances or only easy chances that it wasn’t worth considering), but imagine a match in which Team A would be expected to create 20 chances and Team B 10. If Team B’s manager can shift that to, say, 14-8, he has done a good job, whether or not his side wins the game or not. Whether it does or not is determined by superstructure. Perhaps Team A’s centre-forward is on a hot streak and they still win 4-0 – or perhaps Team B’s goalkeeper has a blinder and they win 1-0; in assessing the tactical job the coach has done, the result almost – almost – becomes irrelevant: what matters, as Juanma Lillo said in his interview with Sid Lowe in Issue One of The Blizzard is the process.

"The objective is the journey, the process; the work matters. In a race you can be first, miles and miles ahead of anyone else, and then, metres from the line, fall over. And? Are you going to write that race off? You ran brilliantly. And it’s far more complex than saying: win, good; don’t win, bad … . What enriches you is the game, not the result. The result is a piece of data. The birth rate goes up. Is that enriching? No. But the process that led to that? Now that’s enriching. Fulfilment comes from the process. You debate the game not the results. Results are not debatable, they are. Do you buy a paper on a Monday morning for a euro and the only thing in it is list after list of results? Do you go into a football stadium, in the last minute of a game, have a look at the scoreboard and leave? You watch 90 minutes, which is the process. You can’t validate the process through the results. Human beings tend to venerate what finished well, not what was done well. We attack what ended up badly, not what was done badly."

So, to return to the original question: will we ever see players freed from tactics? No, because – at least as the terms are understood in English – there’s a confusion of category. Players can no more be separated from tactics than workers can be separated from, as Marx put it, "the relations of production appropriate to a given stage in the development of their material forces of production". Even the term "free" seems erroneous: even players given "a free role", even players given no more instruction than being told to run about a bit, cannot but exist in relation to other players (which of course was Arrigo Sacchi’s great insight: positions have no meaning other than in relation to team-mates, opponents, the ball and space). Can players be given more freedom within a tactical system? Well, of course, but they cannot escape the base – not even in the chaotic final minutes of last night’s quarter-final.

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You snooze, you lose. But managers’ sleepless tales set alarms ringing

April 4, 2013 in Coaches, In the News, Interviews, The Guardian

Tony Pulis


Powered by Guardian.co.ukThis article titled “You snooze, you lose. But managers’ sleepless tales set alarms ringing” was written by Simon Burnton, for The Guardian on Sunday 31st March 2013 20.59 UTC

Easter Monday, and across the nation Britons will rise with smiles on their faces, clear of head and bright of eye, after a fourth successive work-free lie-in. Not, though, in one particular Staffordshire residence, where a grumpy quinquagenarian will slide unrefreshed from his tousled, sweat-stained sheets and prepare for another busy day’s frowning and evil glaring.

Tony Pulis, who told the world all about his disrupted sleeping patterns last week, is the man in question. "You wake up some nights thinking about some things you want to do," he explained, speaking of life with a massively management-meddled mind.

"Nobody knows what managers go through in lots of respects," he added. "Your mind is non-stop. It keeps flickering. You just can’t switch off."

In some ways Pulis has got it easy. After all, Saturday’s visit to Everton was the sum total of his side’s long-weekend endeavours, when Easter once saw full league schedules on Friday, Saturday and Monday.

The weary-limbed footballers involved would certainly have had no problems sleeping after those triple-headers, even if they didn’t always succeed in keeping the scorelines sensible – precisely 50 years ago, for example, Liverpool thrashed Tottenham 5-2 on Good Friday and were reverse-thrashed 7-2 by the same opponents three days later, squeezing a 1-0 home win against Manchester United in between.

To be fair to the Stoke City manager, we have reached that time in the season when every match carries particularly drastic implications. Not that a night chez Pulis is ever much fun, as Martin O’Neill – who was reminded this weekend how drastic the implications of a bad result can be – testified after a sudden snow-dump forced him into an unscheduled sleepover last October. "Tony’s OK, but that length of time with him is too much for me," he concluded.

It’s nine years now since Sam Taylor-Wood premiered her 67-minute film of David Beckham snoozing at the National Portrait Gallery. A visual portrait of a sleeping footballer, it was an interesting subversion of a much more common phenomenon: the verbal self-portrait of a non-sleeping manager.

Earlier this year, Arsène Wenger complained that in the modern game "every single moment has to be absolutely public and explained".

"We live in a world where you do not have to come into our sleeping room to know exactly what happens," he opined. And he was absolutely right (about everything except how English-speakers normally refer to the room in which they sleep).

Football managers at the highest level reach their lofty position after years of high-profile overachievement, an experience that seems to leave many of them unburdened by more than the weight of chips on their shoulders and their own hyper-inflated egos.

These are people who might define humility as the reason they get so sweaty on those lucrative close-season visits to Abu Dhabi. Football managers are not in the habit of admitting their imperfections, least of all when journalists are listening. But when it comes to the bedroom they are engaged in a curious race to the bottom.

In this one area of their lives it is not enough simply to fail, they must do so more emphatically than anyone else, and then they must tell us all about it.

In addition to Pulis, in the past few weeks we’ve learned about the night-time troubles of Roberto Mancini. "If we lose I’ll get a few hours of sleep but not much," he said. "For 24 hours I need to understand what’s happened."

Harry Redknapp said: "My life’s consumed by saving QPR. I am not sleeping at night, my mind’s going non-stop", and Gordon Strachan added: "I had maybe three hours’ sleep. You have to suffer, it’s part of the deal."

Even Sir Alex Ferguson suffers from regular slumber-punctures, admitting that after last December’s derby victory "I just couldn’t sleep and, at about four o’clock in the morning, I gave up trying and watched a video of the whole game all over again." Not one manager has shared the news of a decent snooze.

Given that the known effects of sleep deprivation include increased anxiety, inferior decision-making and greater inclination towards risk-taking, this isn’t a pattern of behaviour that should be encouraged among those required to handle stress, take good decisions and minimise risk.

But the surprising thing is that these men continue to avoid excess anxiety, to come to commendable conclusions and to happily hold off hazard. In other words, they appear to be immune from the scientifically proven effects of the sleeplessness from which they collectively claim to suffer.

Top-level football management cannot possibly be easy. It must take a sharp mind to achieve such success in a viciously contested field. In fact, it would require the kind of highly honed capacity for cunning that would also be needed to invent an utterly irrefutable way of wildly exaggerating the mental toll of the role.

Could these people, so talented at instilling teamwork in others, be showing signs of it themselves? Can it really be true that not one manager enjoys truly silent nights, or are those that do keeping quiet for fear they could end up sleeping only with the fishes?

All things considered, I can’t help wondering whether the last thing Pulis will think about tonight, as he tugs the duvet over his shoulders, is pulling the wool over our eyes.

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Marco Reus: ‘We push our boundaries because we believe in Dortmund’

April 3, 2013 in In the News, Interviews, Players, The Guardian

Marco Reus


Powered by Guardian.co.ukThis article titled “Marco Reus: ‘We push our boundaries because we believe in Dortmund’” was written by Donald McRae, for The Guardian on Monday 1st April 2013 12.25 UTC

Marco Reus ambles into the room with his goofy grin and amiable chit-chat belying his increasingly imposing reputation in European football. He ruffles his shock of skewed blond hair, looking like he’s just rolled out of bed at four in the afternoon, and shrugs shyly when remembering the latest two goals he scored for Germany in last week’s predictable 4-1 cruise against Kazakhstan as they established an eight-point lead at the head of their World Cup qualifying group. Germany’s two other goals were tucked away by Mario Götze and Ilkay Gündogan, Reus’s team-mates at Borussia Dortmund – a fact overshadowed by Joachim Löw’s decision to choose a formation without a conventional striker.

Yet the sheer drive, speed and technique of Reus, allied to a sumptuous partnership with Götze, are supplemented by his knack for scoring regularly from both open play and dead-ball situations. It’s obvious why Löw, in his desire to field an enviable trio of Reus, Götze and Mesut Ozil, is keen to experiment. Reus has emerged as, arguably, the best player in this extraordinarily talented group of young German footballers who may have the ability and belief to win the World Cup next year.

This week, with Bayern Munich and Dortmund playing in the Champions League quarter-finals, Reus and his counterparts will add more experience to their promise. Reus pops a few grapes into his mouth and sinks the first of many sachets of fruit juice while talking exuberantly at Puma’s offices. Dortmund’s Signal Iduna Park, or the great old Westfalenstadion as most fans still call it, glints in the sunshine of an icy spring day.

Looking across at a stadium he loves, Reus believes his club and national team are on the brink of some enduring achievements. He nods at a reminder that Roberto Mancini and José Mourinho have suggested Dortmund could surprise many by winning the Champions League in May. Real Madrid and Manchester City finished adrift of them in the toughest group – and so Reus is optimistic. "Yes, of course we could win it," he says in German while demolishing another grape. "I believe we can do it because we have done well to come this far. Málaga are next [with Dortmund playing in Spain ] and at this stage of the Champions League you have the ability to win it. Everything feels possible now. But Málaga are a good side. Small things will decide the outcome but we can definitely go much further.

"In all our Champions League matches we deserved to win because we forced our opponents to play our game. Obviously a team like Madrid has many world-class players and so they’re hard to beat. But our pressing style causes a lot of problems for every team – even Real."

Reus cites the compelling way in which Dortmund’s manager, Jürgen Klopp, who has transformed the club since arriving from Mainz in 2008, concentrates on that pressing technique in training. Dortmund have become tenaciously adept at winning back possession soon after conceding it and then attacking with quick passing and movement. Pep Guardiola apparently believes Dortmund have been the most entertaining team to watch this season in Europe – and the former Barcelona manager is clearly paying close attention before taking over at Bayern Munich.

Yet Bayern are 20 points clear of Dortmund, who are second in the Bundesliga, and they and Barcelona are still favoured to win the Champions League. Reus lets slip a rueful "Yeah!" when asked if he watched Barça’s 4-0 demolition of Milan, after they had lost the first leg. "You could see that Milan really pissed off Barcelona. That’s the truth in plain football language. They caused a lot of problems for Barça. But then people started saying that Barcelona are in crisis – which is ridiculous. Barcelona were at their best in the second leg. Of course they have [Lionel] Messi and he just has to make one great move and have a huge impact. But it was encouraging for us because Milan proved it is possible to frustrate them. It is possible to beat Barcelona."

Klopp suggested at the start of this campaign that, after disappointment last year, Dortmund could win the Champions League. He has since conceded that, as a consequence of this grander ambition, their domestic form has suffered. Reus, meanwhile, blames a lack of concentration in the Bundesliga. "We’ve been making individual mistakes and they’ve been punished. But the quality of the Bundesliga is rising and every so-called small opponent can be dangerous. Little mistakes are happening because we’re not always completely concentrated. It’s different in the Champions League. We are really switched on. But we’re still a very young team and will improve."

English clubs, in contrast, are floundering. Reus shakes his head as he switches to English. "I don’t know why. I’m surprised." Then, reverting to German as he considers the expensively assembled English champions, he says: "Manchester City won the Premier League and then performed quite poorly in the Champions League. But the Premier League is very strong and I’m surprised no English team made it further."

It seems less strange when remembering the vibrant health of German football, with fans having such a sense of involvement in the Bundesliga, where tickets are cheap and clubs are often part-owned by their supporters.

There also appears to be a more coherent sense of identity at a club like Dortmund. Apart from being backed by some of the most passionate fans in Europe, who fill the Westfalenstadion with more than 80,000 supporters, they are driven forward by young German players – epitomised by Reus, who is thrilled to be playing for his hometown club. Away to City, Dortmund featured seven Germans in their team while Joe Hart was the only English player who started for the Premier League champions.

Reus hesitates when asked if this might have been a contributory factor in Dortmund’s success against City. "They have a strong squad," he says, "and there are many multinational teams. But there’s no doubt the key to success is team spirit and knowing each other very well. We have that at Dortmund. Everybody is there for each other. We run a lot and push our own boundaries because we believe in Dortmund."

As a boy Reus used to stand among the 24,500 ardent Dortmund fans who make up the formidable Yellow Wall of support in their south stand. Reus was then a member of Dortmund’s youth academy and, he says, "Went to games with Kevin Grosskreutz [a current team-mate]. I was a big fan on the Yellow Wall but Grosskreutz was even more passionate."

He was hurt, however, by Dortmund. Undermined by suspicions that he was too brittle to succeed at the highest level, Reus made a difficult choice. "It was very painful for me to leave‚" he says, a shadow crossing his face as he remembers his departure from Dortmund at 15. "When you play your whole youth career at one club you want to make the next step – especially when you support the team. But it didn’t work out for me. I wasn’t happy because I didn’t get to play much for the youth team. So me and my father decided I needed to move [to Ahlen in the third division]. It was a tough choice. Do I stay here with my beloved Dortmund or do I go elsewhere to play and get practical experience? That’s why I went – and it paid off."

In returning to Dortmund did Reus also make a statement to puncture the usual assumption that Bayern sign all the best players in Germany? "Hmmm," he hums with a smile. "It’s hard to say if it was a statement. I just felt this is the best-supported team with players who work well together under a great coach. Players don’t come and go as often as they do at Bayern. It’s the same with the manager. I felt there would be more stability and consistency here. It was the best place for me, and I was coming home."

At 23, Reus is three years older than Götze, who has been at Dortmund since the age of nine. Götze has long been proclaimed as the greatest young talent in German football. Reus now stands alongside him and, at Dortmund, they have developed a riveting understanding. Franz Beckenbauer claims that they are the best midfield partnership in world football.

"It’s strange how me and Mario understand each other so instinctively," Reus says. "At the start of the season we needed some time but now, without looking, we know where the other one is and where we should run to make or receive a pass. But there’s still room for improvement and I’m happy to do lots of running for everyone here."

In explaining his dynamic style of play, Reus reveals that: "My idol was always Tomas Rosicky [who played at Dortmund for five years before joining Arsenal in 2006]. He used to be phenomenal. He had such a good eye for an opening and knew where his team-mates were, and he was so quick. Rosicky had great technique and was so intelligent and mature even though he was still young at Dortmund. I copied everything about him – right down to his sweatbands. He was so unlucky he had bad injuries at Arsenal because, otherwise, he would be one of the world’s best players."

Has Reus seen much of Jack Wilshere? The young German nods vigorously and his eyes open wide. "A perfect player," he says. Reus leans forward, across the table, and switches to conspiratorial English. "Boy, he’s fucking good," he says of Wilshere. "He’s so quick and skilful with the ball at his feet."

A few seconds later, Reus breaks into a whoop. "Hey, hey," he shouts out as Götze arrives. The Dortmund boys embrace and Reus is soon off on a jag about how he loves playing table tennis, with his only regret being that Götze usually beats him.

There will be more serious competition as the moneyed clubs of Europe hover over Reus and Götze. Last week there were suggestions from Götze that he might consider moving to Manchester United while, each month, there are new rumours about Reus. Manchester City and, a few days ago, Chelsea were said to be "preparing bids" of £35m for Reus.

"Chelsea, too?" Reus says in surprise. "Really? But the press is often wrong so why worry about it?"

Would he consider a move to the Premier League? "You should never say never. But I have a valid [five-year] contract with a team I love. We have plans to win trophies here. I also love the city because everyone is so passionate about football."

Reus, with his beloved yellow-and-blacks, has a more immediate English-based objective. Reminded that the Champions League final will be held at Wembley, he grins helplessly. "I’ve never played in London before. That would not be a bad way to start a game in London – with a Champions League final."

Reus pauses and then, switching into English one last time, he says, simply: "I hope … I hope that happens."

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César Azpilicueta: ‘English football is much more physical, much quicker’

April 2, 2013 in In the News, Interviews, Players, The Guardian

César Azpilicueta


Powered by Guardian.co.ukThis article titled “César Azpilicueta: ‘English football is much more physical, much quicker’” was written by Sid Lowe, for The Guardian on Thursday 28th March 2013 22.00 UTC

César Azpilicueta stood up and took a deep breath, alone before the world. Well, the Chelsea squad anyway. It was the night before the European Super Cup final in Monaco in August and he had just arrived from Olympique Marseille, a virtual unknown with an impossible name. Like all new players, he had to face an initiation ceremony: sing. Others took simple options. Juan Mata sang the Macarena, the obvious Spanish choice everyone knows, Oriol Romeu and Romelu Lukaku hammering out the beat. Azpilicueta went for “La Raja de Tu Falda” by Estopa.

No backing group for him, no catchy simplicity either, and while there were comedy lyrics they weren’t to know that. The song tells how the narrator crashes his Ford Escort into a Seat Panda because he’s busy staring at the girl at the bus stop with the sexy slit up the side of her skirt and the lollipop placed suggestively between her lips. “Some of them danced,” Azpilicueta laughs, dimples appearing in his cheeks. “But they had no idea what the song was about and they didn’t understand a word.”

That might not have been a bad thing and nor was it the only thing they didn’t grasp, at least in those early days. Team-mates joke that he speaks English with a French accent after his spell in Ligue 1. And as for Azpilicueta – Ath-pihlee-kweh-ta – forget it: they’ve turned Trigger, calling him Dave instead. “César’s not even that hard,” he grins. “But I suppose Azpilicueta is. Some said my name was too difficult to pronounce and could they call me Dave. It’s stuck. It’s also done affectionately.”

At first Dave had no idea what they were talking about, although he has been introduced to Only Fools and Horses now, but in its catch-all anonymity there was something appropriate about it. Eleven letters long it may be, but Azpilicueta was not a big name when he signed for £7m. Nor did he have any delusions of grandeur. There is a natural confidence about him, a spark, but it is worn lightly. There is nothing flash, no swagger.

When he arrived, he moved to Cobham with his girlfriend and two dogs, one Labrador, one sausage dog, away from the city. When he does come to town he calls Mata: “He’s like a London tour guide; I say ‘Juan, I want to go out and eat’ and he knows just the place.” The good thing about London is that amid so many people he can pass almost unnoticed. After his previous destination it is a release. “Marseille was mad,” he says. Tough too.

The torn knee ligament suffered in November 2010 is often at the forefront of his mind; it has changed him. “People see the nice side of the game, but behind it all there is a sacrifice that they don’t see, the pressure, the repercussion, the way that impinges on your life. There are hard moments, too, like the injury,” he says. “But then again, through that I started to train harder, to prepare better and that probably prepared me better for English football. After the rehabilitation, I found I felt much stronger: now I follow the same plan. Emotionally it is hard too but I had really good people around me and they helped me to increase my capacity for sacrifice, suffering.”

Azpilicueta began his career at Osasuna in Pamplona – “I’ve never run with the bulls. I prefer to watch from the safety of a balcony,” he smiles: “Imagine it on Fulham Road” – before gaining Champions League experience in France, reaching a quarter-final against Bayern Munich. When he signed for Chelsea most saw him, at least in the short term, as a squad player, back up for Branislav Ivanovic. Instead, he has made a claim to be first-choice right-back, starting 17 Premier League games.

In each of Chelsea’s last three defeats, against Steaua Bucharest, Newcastle and Manchester City, he was missing and it does not feel entirely coincidental. As Chelsea embark upon a vital week that includes Southampton in the Premier League on Saturday, Manchester United in the FA Cup on Monday and Rubin Kazan in the Europa League on Thursday, he will play. He has become a Spain international for the first time too, starting against Uruguay last month; at 23, the full-back slot may be his soon, and for a long time.

Things could have been different and these eight months have been an accelerated course in the inner workings of a complex club, as well as a crash course in English football too. “The pace!” he says, wide-eyed. “French football is almost half-way between the two, but England is completely different to Spain: so much more physical, so much quicker. You notice in the second half especially – at times the game goes mad and you can hardly keep up, hardly breathe.”

If games were quick, the turnover of coaches has been quicker. Azpilicueta has taken it quietly in his stride. It was Roberto Di Matteo, along with the sporting director, Michael Emenalo, who called him, yet before he had time to settle the manager was gone, sacked just months after becoming European champions. “I was really keen because it was a young, winning team, an exciting new project. When you see Mata, [Eden] Hazard and Oscar playing well, it’s a gift. But I also knew there was huge pressure to get results: this is a club where you’re obliged to win always. We had started the season well and then we had those defeats.

“He said goodbye to us just as we were arriving back late at the training ground after the match. By the time we got there, we knew. The players have no power: we belong to the club and the club thought it was for the best. No one likes a change of coach. It’s never a good time and it wasn’t a good day. Those aren’t nice moments, they’re sad ones. But the next day you have to forget it and focus on the future – training, a new coach, try to win your place.”

In theory the arrival of Rafael Benítez could have been good for Azpilicueta and although he rejects suggestions that his nationality helped, he talks highly of the Spaniard’s attention to detail. “He’s passionate about football and always wants things to be perfect: he watches closely and corrects small details. He helps you become a better player, enabling you to see the game in a different way.”

But Benítez walked into a storm. “I didn’t know anything about that but I found out when he came; I saw how the fans rejected him because of his Liverpool past: there had been lots of games, some clashes. But players have to keep out of that. It’s easier when everyone is all in the same boat, and it’s hard when there are divisions but that’s life: different opinions, people who are happy, people who aren’t. You have to respect that. We want the fans to be on our side, of course, and ultimately their aim is ours too: we want to win, to play well and make them happy. Rafa came here with a real desire to win.”

And that’s the bottom line: it didn’t happen. The season had begun with defeat in Monaco, the World Club Championships were lost and a semi-final exit followed in the Capital One Cup. It was too late to turn things round in the Champions League. “That was the real kick in the teeth,” says Azpilicueta. “The Super Cup and the World Club Cup were a chance lost but it’s the Champions League that really hurt. It’s a very long time since Chelsea didn’t make it into the quarter-finals. And fans don’t like it.” He pauses. “We understand that. And we’re not at all happy about that either. When you lose, you feel: ‘today, football … nah, don’t much like it’.”

But how does a team like this explain a season like this? “Because there were changes in the squad and it’s not easy. We need time to adapt and it’s normal for that to take a while. You can see already that the players who came last year are that step further on and they help the new players but it takes time. A team is constructed with time and automatismos, habits, mechanisms. We’re improving, working towards the future.”

The question is how you work for the future when your manager is already history. Isn’t there a risk that all of that work will be wasted? “No,” Azpilicueta says. There is, though, a hint in what he says of that growing sense that this is a team in waiting, a club in suspended animation, optimistic yet unsure as to what comes next. “We don’t know what the club will do,” he says. “We’re with Rafa right now, working, focused, trying to enjoy it. Then the club will make a decision and we’ll see. We do feel like a new generation, like there is a transition. But it’s not just us: there are important senior players too.

“We need to have patience. A team can’t be built just like that. It’s normal for it to take a while: new people with new ideas, from elsewhere. It’s not easy. But it’s a question of time. And for now? For now we have a month and a half left, a Champions League place to chase and the chance to win two cups. That’s a nice challenge.”

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