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Three Games from Oblivion

Friday, May 4th, 2018

I may be repeating some of my thoughts from my previous post, but I have no editor to wrap my knuckles for flogging a dead horse to death. Last December, Swansea City were at the bottom of the Premiership table, five points adrift from safety. Following the dismissal of Paul Clement, Carvahal, who had recently been sacked by Sheffield Wednesday, was given the poison chalice of trying to preserve Premiership status. Against all the odds, he achieved a minor miracle and turned fortunes around. So much so, that a couple of weeks ago, the Swans were  five points clear of the relegation zone.

Unfortunately, they have not won a game since March 3rd, and have only picked up three points from their last six games scoring only two goals in the process. At the time of writing, they lie one precarious point above the relegation zone with three games remaining. They play Bournemouth away tomorrow, Southampton at home on Tuesday and Stoke at home on Sunday week in the final game of the season.

If I was to ignore the results from the month of April, I would be very optimistic of picking up four points from the remaining three games to secure another season in the Premiership. Regrettably, the last two losses against Manchester City and Chelsea fill me with foreboding. We failed to score a goal in those two games, didn’t appear likely to score, and conceded six.

Should they succumb to the inevitable or go down in a blaze of glory? Playing five at the back, as they have been doing recently, reduces your chances of scoring goals. A 0-0 draw gives you a point, but to win you have to score at least one goal which they appear incapable of achieving right now.

There are certain players who have been selected recently for the starting eleven  have no business pulling on a Swansea shirt.  Kyle Naughton, Nathan Dyer, Tom Carroll, and Sanchez should be given plane tickets and told to begin their summer holiday sooner rather than later. Ki is out of contract at the end of the season and a couple of suitors have shown interest in him. His play of later resembles a man whose his mind is elsewhere, possibly in Russia, where he will playing for South Korea in the World Cup.

I would select a team for Saturday in a 4-3-3 that at least as the possibility of scoring a goal or two. Assuming these players are fit, my starting eleven for tomorrow’s game would be: Fabianski, Roberts, Mawson, Fernandez, Olsson, King, Britton, Clucas, Andre Ayew, Abraham and Jordan Ayew. Ki would replace Britton if he’s not fit enough to play.

May the force be with them. I will be biting my nails down to the quick.

 

 

Capitulation in Transition

Friday, April 27th, 2018

I know that Manchester City are deservedly Premiership Champions, and Swansea City are in 17th place, four points above the relegation zone. But that is no excuse for the abject embarrassing performance they produced last Sunday. From the moment they formed a guard of honour  for the newly crowned Champions, they resembled Welsh lambs going to the slaughter.

Their body language revealed to me that they were resigned to defeat and their goal (one measly shot from a defender in ninety minutes) was damage limitation. Well, how did that work out for you fellas, 0-5 which could have been double that score if wasn’t for Fabianski in goal.

Carvahal has done a great job since he was appointed on December 28th. They were bottom and five points adrift from safety when he replaced Paul Clement, and currently they are four points above the relegation zone. But to claim it was a good performance when you have laid down and died is delusional.

Didn’t it escape his notice that Liverpool have beaten Manchester City three times this season by defending from the front?In contrast we allowed them to bring the ball up to the halfway line before attempting a challenge. Sheer lunacy!!! What’s the point in playing a back five when none of whom can tackle properly? City have some great playmakers, but they utilize a holding midfield player in the shape of Fernadhino. None of the Swans midfield trio know how to tackle or mark an opposing player.

There’s a reason why City appeared to have 15 players on the pitch compared to the Swans’ pathetic outfield players. They pass the ball accurately, they control the ball instantly, they don’t give the ball away needlessly, they are constantly on the move finding space, they defend in numbers when the opposition occasionally has possession of the ball. It is embarrassing to reveal that City enjoyed 83% possession of the ball.

Neither do I understand a system where the Swans utilized three center backs to mark one player, Jesus, when the main danger was emerging from the flanks. Speaking of which, the full backs Naughton and Olsson, were completely outclassed by their opponents. The Swans’ three midfield players, Ki, Carroll and King were overrun by the ingenuity and skill of De Bruyne and Silva, but what has happened to basic man marking? Ki looked disinterested and was mercifully substituted in the second half. The diminutive Tom Carroll looks totally out of his depth. On the rare occasions he had possession, he continually passed the ball to the opposition.

Now for my pet peeve this  season. Americans commentating on football overuse the phrase “in transition.” Definition of transition: ” the process or a period of changing from one state or condition to another. Isn’t that what football is all about? Moving the ball from defence to attack is the primary concept of football. The late great Danny Blanchflower once said that football is a simple game where it only takes a second to score a goal. In contrast, American commentators are determined to treat the game as almost a science. What on earth does playing between the lines mean?

I was quite optimistic  a month ago that the Swans could preserve their Premiership status, but recent results have cast a grave doubt in my mind. They have not won a game since March 3rd although three draws have yielded 3 points keeping their heads above water.

There are four games remaining to save their season. Chelsea come to town on Saturday, and based on last week’s performance I don’t expect any return. Bournemouth away will follow. They are a good mid table team capable of playing the Swans off the park. Then comes the crunch. The final two games of the season are at home against Southampton and Stoke, both of whom are languishing in the bottom three who will be fighting tooth and nail to take maximum points from the Swans.

It is fairly obvious to anyone who has followed the Swans that the squad is in need of a major overhaul irrespective of whether they are playing in the Premiership or Championship next season. Whoever has been responsible for transfers over the last few seasons should be shown the door before rebuilding is contemplated.

 

You Can’t Make a Silk Purse from a Pig’s Ear.

Tuesday, January 9th, 2018

I guess my favorite topic appears to be Swansea City AFC, appertaining to the vast number of posts I’ve written on the subject. Well, It was a unique experience for my home town team to climb from the depths of the football league to the elite of the Premiership and survive 6 years.

Unfortunately, the last 18 months have proved to be a bit of struggle. In 2016 we were lying 15th around Christmas and decided to part company with Gary Monk who had led the club to 8th position in their previous season. We subsequently finished a comfortable 14th under the tutorlage of Alan Curtis and Francesco Guidolin. This time last year we were languishing at the bottom of the table. The American, Bob Bradley, who replaced Guidolin two months into the season, was sacked after a disastrous few months. Paul Clement was hired to perform a miracle by walking across the River Tawe into the Liberty Stadium and duly saved their precarious Premiership status.

It was clearly obvious to anyone that followed the Swans that the squad was not good enough to survive another season in the Premiership. They had two outstanding players in Sigurddson and Llorente who could walk into any other team in the Premiership, and Clement was anxious to strengthen the squad in the August transfer window. However, Sigurddson did not want to endure another season at the bottom end of the table, and made it perfectly clear that he wanted a transfer.

Everton made a sizeable offer for his services, but the Club haggled over the transfer fee for weeks until he eventually signed for Everton. However, Clement was given little time to find a suitable replacement, and to make matters worse, Llorente was sold to Spurs on the transfer deadline.

Clement had ratified the signing of Roque Mesa from a Spanish club who performed adequately in La Ligue, but has underwhelmed in the Premiership. Former fan favorite Wilfred Bony was purchased from Stoke City, but he hadn’t played regularly for 18 months, and one TV pundit claimed that “his legs had gone.” I tend to agree. I believe he has scored one goal in the Premiership this season. Hull City was paid 15 million pounds for Clucas’ services which brought the number of players in the squad  who had been relegated with their former clubs to four.

Clement acquired the services of two young players on loan: the much heralded Sanchez from Bayern Munich and Tammy Abraham from Chelsea who last season scored 24 goals in the Championship for Bristol City. Neither player has adjusted to the rigours of the Premiership which at the same time has not affected their over inflated egos!

Okay, to recap let’s take an overview of the nucleus of the squad:

  • Four players, Fer, Olsson, Ayew, and Clucas were with previously relegated clubs,
  • Two players, Carroll and Naughton, were Spurs reserves,
  • Two players, Sanchez and Abraham, who are on loan are immature, flatter to deceive and not effective in the Premiership,
  • One player, Mawson, showed promise last season, but appears to have regressed,
  • Two players, Ki and Bony, are injury prone,
  • Two or three players, Britton, Rangel and Routledge, are past their sell by date,
  • Fabianski and Fernandez are adequate but would benefit with better players around them,
  • The other players, Fulton, McBurnie, and Mesa (he cost 12 million remember) for example, are fringe players and have yet to make an impact on the Premiership.

Twelve months on and Swansea City find themselves bottom of table again. Last season’s miracle worker, Paul Clement, was ushered through the exit door on December 20th, and Carlos Carvalhal was appointed as the new manager on December 28th. He was previously manager of Championship side, Sheffield Wednesday, who dispensed with his service on Christmas Eve. It’s a strange appointment because Wednesday are lying 15th in the Championship, so what makes the Swans owners believe that the new manager can right the ship which is now in very murky waters.

That brings me to the two new American majority  owners who remind me of shifty second hand car salesmen. Need I say more?

 

 

The Britton, The Iceman and The Spanish Armada

Friday, October 20th, 2017

Swansea City have begun another season in unconvincing fashion. Manager/Head Coach Paul Clement (whatever title he deems to call himself) blames the late activity in the summer transfer window for their inept start. Gylfi Sigurdsson, the Icelandic international was the one truly class player in a team that narrowly avoided relegation last season. Clearly Sigurdsson had expressed a desire to play for a top six club in the Premiership which he deserved, for he alone, with a vital contribution from Llorente was instrumental in keeping them in the Premiership.

In the summer, Leicester City made a derisory offer to acquire his services which the Swans quite rightly rejected. However, Everton pursued their man and by increasing their offer  eventually matched the transfer fee of 45 million pounds that the Swans were demanding for their best player. Sigurdsson had earlier refused to go on the preseason tour of the USA which prompted the Swans to accept Everton’s offer. Quite why Sigurdsson agreed to join them is a matter of conjecture because they are not a top six club, and are currently languishing  in the bottom third of the table along with the Swans.

Meanwhile Everton signed Wayne Rooney on a free transfer and the prodigal son has returned home creating a dilemma for Sigurdsson and their respected manager Ronald Koemann. Both players prefer to play in the “No 10” slot, and Sigurdsson currently resembles a fish out of water with Everton hovering over the relegation zone.

Clement signed three midfield players, Clucas, Mesa and wonder kid Sanchez to replace Sigurdsson, none of whom have set the Premiership on fire. They overpaid for Clucas who admittedly was quite effective for relegated Hull City. But 15 million pounds for an average player? Do me a favor!!! Mesa was the first to be signed in the summer for 11 million pounds designed most probably to replace the aging but very effective Leon Britton. Let’s not forget, Clement was pressured into recalling Britton for the relegation battle, and he duly delivered adding calmness, solidity and direction to a struggling team.

Unaccountably Britton was omitted from the starting line up in the opening matches of the new season. Mesa didn’t replace him because in Clement’s opinion the little Spaniard was not ready to play at the pace of the Premiership having starred in La Liga  last season. However, it is more than a coincidence that the Swans recorded their first victory in over a month against Huddersfield when Britton was restored to the team.

I don’t quite know why the Club’s scouts could not have prepared a better assessment of Mesa’s talents commensurate with the Premier League. They can’t use the feeble excuse of not knowing what a Spanish player is capable of  in the Premiership when Mesa is the twelfth Spanish player signed by the Club or has featured in the team since they won promotion to the Premiership.

Angel Rangel was the first Spanish player signed way back in 2007 by ironically a Spanish manager, Roberto Martinez. The other Spaniards to follow in his foot steps are Jordi Armat, Michu, Andrea Orlandi, Pablo Hernandez, Chico Flores, Jose Canas, Alvaro Vazquez, Alejandro Pozuelo, Borja Baston, and Fernando Llorente.

The impact of the Spanish Armada on the Club has met with mixed fortunes. Rangel has proved to be one of the stalwarts of the team costing next to nothing. Chico Flores formed a formidable defensive partnership with Ashley Williams and his transfer fee didn’t break the bank. Michu proved to be one of the bargain buys in Premierhip  history. He cost 2 million pounds and in his first season scored 22 goals from midfield. Unfortunately he was plagued by injury and didn’t complete another full season before returning to Spain.

On the negative side, the Swans paid 15.5 million for Borja Baston in 2016 on the basis that he scored 18 goals in his last season in La Liga. Unfortunately he failed to replicate his prowess as a goal scorer in the Premiership, achieving one solitary goal in 20 appearances. During the summer, he was packed off on loan to a Spanish club the name of which escapes me. However Llorente, a striker with World Cup pedigree and 3 Serie A titles  on his resume was snapped up for 5 million pounds around the same time as Baston was travelling in the opposite direction, and repaid the Club by scoring 15 precious goals to help secure another season in the Premiership.

Nevertheless, 26.5 million has been wastefully spent on Baston and Mesa with little return for the money. A Club of Swansea’s size can ill afford to spend that amount of money and receive precious little in return. I have no idea who is in charge of scouting for new players, but he deserves a kick up the backside. Better still, it’s time he received his P45.

 

In Dreams I Walk with You

Friday, October 13th, 2017

I had a recurring dream the other night where somebody kept asking me in which year Lester Piggott won the Derby on Affirmed. Lester Piggott was one of the greatest flat race jockeys in the world, arguably the greatest. He won the Derby an unprecedented nine times, and I kept repeating that Piggott never rode Affirmed. Affirmed was an American horse ridden by an American jockey, Steve Cauthen, who won the triple crown (Kentucky Derby, Preakness Stakes and the Belmont Stakes) on Affirmed in 1977.

My tormenter then challenged me to name the horses that Piggott rode to win the Derby nine times. For the record Steve Cauthen won the Derby twice with Slip Anchor and Reference Point, making him the only jockey to win the Kentucky Derby and the Epsom Derby. I could only remember two of the horses that Piggott rode to victory; Nijinsky and Sir Ivor. I tossed and turned for the remainder of the night trying to recall the names of the other horses to no avail.

Mercifully, morning arrived and Google, aided and abetted by Wikipedia, came to my rescue I was able to look up an article  which listed the maestro’s winners and  Lester Piggott commented on his nine wins in the Derby:

1. NEVER SAY DIE (1954, 33-1)
He was a left-handed horse and not nearly so good when he raced right.

2. CREPELLO (1957, 6-4 fav)
One of the two best horses I won the Derby on. He took the 2,000 Guineas but had bad legs and was hard for Sir Noel Murless to keep sound. He broke down when training for the St Leger and never ran again.

3. ST PADDY (1960, 7-1)
He was good and we knew that before he ran at York first time out as a two-year-old. But he ran away with me on the way to the post and had a race before he started. Next time out they put a gag on him and he won the Royal Lodge by five lengths. He was fourth in the Guineas, won the Dante and took the Derby by three lengths.

4. SIR IVOR (1968, 4-5 fav)
He had spent the winter in Italy before winning the Guineas and Derby. He then got beat in his next four races, but ended up winning the Champion Stakes and Washington International. I know he got beaten a few times, but of all my Derby winners he had the most brilliance about him.

5. NIJINSKY (1970, 11-8 fav)
He was the last horse to win the Triple Crown with the Irish Derby and King George thrown in for good measure, but I never thought it was a great year.

6. ROBERTO (1972 3-1 fav)
His win was overshadowed by controversy. Bill Williamson won the Guineas on him but was injured and I got on him. I couldn’t see him being beaten in the Irish Derby next time, but he only beat two home.

7. EMPERY (1976, 10-1)
Probably just a middle-class Derby winner in an average Classic crop.

8. THE MINSTREL (1977, 5-1)
He was pretty good and went on to win the Irish Derby – but it was only a so-so year for three-year-olds.

9. TEENOSO (1983, 9-2)
He was a bit better than people gave him credit for. It rained all day at Epsom, which turned the ground soft. He won very easily and, as my last winner, is one of my best recollections of the race.

I never had much interest in horse racing save for a flutter on the Grand National and the Derby. My late Dad however enjoyed a daily bet. Once he retired, his routine for the day was to study the racing form in the Daily Mirror, select his horses, and walk up to the “bookies” and place his bet which was usually “a Yankee.” He would then return home and watch the races on television in the afternoon.  He never used to bet much, so gambler’s anonymous were never troubled.  My ex father-in-law roughly followed the same ritual as my dad.

His little hobby once embarrassed my ex-wife who I was dating at the time. She was staying the night at a friend’s house on the posh side of Swansea, the Mayals. Hyacinth Bucket (pronounced Bouquet)  in the sitcom “Keeping Up Appearances” could have been based on her friend’s mother. Anyway, during a conversation the mother asks my ex-wife: “Does your father have any hobbies, dear?” She replied: “Yes, horse racing.” “Oh really, how many does he own and where does he stable them?” The mortified girl replied: “He doesn’t own any horses, he bets on them!”

 

A Premiership Devoid of World Class Players

Thursday, September 28th, 2017

What constitutes a world class football player? He is someone who can change the game in a split second whether it’s through a defence splitting pass, scoring goal from nothing, making a defensive stop to prevent a goal, all of which should be executed on a consistent basis. Basically a world class player can spin on a dime and light up a stadium with one phenomenal movement, creating one breathtaking moment never to be forgotten by those who witnessed it. He is a match winner; a game changer.

For example, Gordon Banks’ spellbinding save from Pele in the 1970 World Cup, or one of Jimmy Greaves’ goals from a scissor kick, maybe a tantalizing run through the opposition’s defense by George Best or Ryan Giggs leading to a sublime goal, or the proficiency of a goal scoring machine like Ian Rush.

I maybe a couch potato, but I have seen many Premiership matches over the past few years, and rarely does any player in the Premiership have me  jumping out of my seat in excitement. Ronaldo (Manchester United) and Luis Suarez (Liverpool) had that effect on me, but they were unfortunately sold to Real Madrid and Barcelona respectively. Gareth Bale had a hint of greatness in his time at Tottenham Hotspur, but sadly he was also sold to Real Madrid.

There are twenty clubs in the English Premiership and in my opinion less than a dozen world class players. Manchester City have spent millions of pounds on players, but I would only describe Silva, de Bruyne, and Aguerro as world class assets. Chelsea possess one in Eden Hazard, and potentially their new striker Morata. Liverpool have two: Coutinho and Mane. Harry Kane at Tottenham is quickly  developing into a world class striker, capable of scoring goals with either foot or his head, and inside or outside the penalty box. His colleague, Dele Ali has the potential to reach world class, but can be a little head strong and a tendency to drift out of games.

Alexis Sanchez wasted too much time in the summer attempting to engineer a move away from Arsenal which affected his game considerably. However, on his day he can touch the considerable heights of a world class player. One could argue that one player cannot make a team, but his absence can undoubtedly affect its performance. A case in point is Gylfi Sigurdsson who was transferred from my club, Swansea City to Everton. Gylfi Sigurdsson has the ability to create and score goals and is arguably the most effective dead ball specialist in the league.

The Swans bought  two or three fairly capable players in the summer transfer window, but with the loss of Sigurdsson the Club is playing like a ship without a rudder. Notwithstanding the dearth of world class players in the Premiership, I believe that not one of the Swans 25 man squad would earn a place in any of the top ten teams in the league. Indeed, Swansea are continuing to select three or four players (Naughton, Fer, Carroll, and Olsson) who are not of Premiership standard.

The transfer fees that are paid for mediocre players is outrageous. Liverpool paid 40 million for Oxlaide-Chamberlain who is an athlete masquerading as a football player. Manchester City paid 50 million each for Raheem Sterling and John Stones. Is that the price you pay for potential these days?

 

 

A Bit Like a Curate’s Egg

Monday, September 4th, 2017

An American friend of mine asked me where I was yesterday because I wasn’t in work. I told him I was playing golf. He asked how was my round. I said it was a bit like a curate’s egg. He exclaimed: “What the hell does that mean?” I said that it meant it was good in parts and bad in places. In my mind that was a perfectly accurate explanation, but unfortunately not in the American idiom and therefore lost in translation.

Come to think of it, a curate’s egg would also describe Trump’s presidency. Trump is actually the reason I haven’t written anything over the past few weeks. I had planned to write a review of his first 100 days as President but the whole period was dominated by the Russian connection to the Trump family and the alleged Russian influence on the Presidential Election. I then decided to review his first six months in office but his presidency continued to be mired in potential scandal, North Korea, firings, resignations of his Cabinet and White House staff, and now Hurricane Harvey’s devastating impact on Houston.

During his election campaign, he promised to “drain the swamp” which he attributed to eradicating Washington of political corruption. This is all very well but he alienated politicians on both sides of the house, and therefore its no surprise he failed to have sufficient support to repeal or scrap Affordable Care Act, also known as Obamacare and make other positive changes to the nation’s health care system. Recently Trump commented that the swamp had now evolved into a sewer! He probably extended his colorful rhetoric to include most of the media who he constantly condemns for producing “fake news.”

One of his nemesis is Senator John McCain who Trump publically insulted by claiming “real heroes don’t get captured,” referring to McCain’s long internment by the Vietnamese when he was shot down over enemy territory. McCain was recently diagnosed with brain cancer, but made a remarkable comeback to the senate to provide the decisive “no” to block the repeal of Obamacare.

One could argue that Trump has made progress with illegal immigration, the economy and other issues since he took office. There is almost a 50% reduction  in illegal crossings on the southern border, consumer confidence is at a 16 year high, and CEO confidence is at a 20% high. He has also achieved some success in Congress approving in principle to build the wall on the border between USA and Mexico. Could this wall rival in time the history, notoriety and infamy of  Hadrian’s Wall, The Great Wall of China, or the Berlin Wall?

When Congress returns from their summer break, the major item on the agenda will be tax reform which was ranked high on Trump’s election platform. Meanwhile he has to deal with the contentious issue of North Korea firing nuclear missiles across Japan, and recently producing a hydrogen bomb. Trump has threatened North Korea with some aggressive rhetoric, but he may have to rely on international diplomacy to take the heat out of a risky situation.

Swansea City have had  what could be described as a curate’s egg of their own in the summer transfer window. They sold last season’s  two top goal scorers and chief creator, Siggurdson and LLorente to Everton and Tottenham respectively. Only to make one of the more audacious loan deals of the transfer window by signing 20 year old Portugese international Sanchez from Bayern Munich for the remainder of the season. This was quickly followed by the return of former favorite Wilfried Bony who hopefully can recapture his form that he produced in 2014-15.

On a final note, I found it ironic that Georgia’s Governor unveiled a bronze statue of Martin Luther King at the Capital Building in downtown Atlanta last week amidst the protests and outcry nationwide to remove countless Confederate statues. These protesters claim that the statues are racist and offensive to their delicate countenance. When will the Silent Majority stand up and tell them the statues represent a part of America’s history and do no harm to anyone with an iota of intelligence?

 

An Unacceptable Outcome.

Thursday, July 13th, 2017

Draws or ties have no place in American sports. They want a winner and a loser. Try and explain to an American that in test matches in cricket they can play for five days and finish with a draw. Mind you, I can recall some test matches where a draw resulted in an exciting finish. Who can forget Colin Cowdrey marching out to bat with a broken arm to save the test against Hall and Griffith at Lords in 1963?

Football has provided us with some exciting draws where a point won the Championship for a club, or a hard earned point saved them from relegation. But England’s win over West Germany in the 1966 World Cup Final was achieved by the match extending into extra time. Can you imagine the anti-climax if the two teams had to settle for a draw and share the World Cup?

But that’s precisely what the British Lions and All Blacks had to be content with. Competing in a best of three test match series,  each team had won one with subsequently  all to play for in the third and final test. The tour began with sleeping pills and howls about a “suicidal” schedule. After the first two games the Lions were being called “pathetic” and incompetent by the locals. So it was no surprise when The All Blacks  comfortably won the first test 30-15.

By the time the second Test approached, Coach Gatland was wearing a clown’s nose and the whole future of the Lions was in doubt. That was all forgotten as everyone was heading back to Auckland to settle the argument after a crazy night in Wellington.

Let’s be clear about one thing. The Lions had been very lucky in the second test. The All Blacks were reduced to 14 players when Sonny Boy Williams was sent off in the 25th minute for a reckless shoulder charge into the unprotected jaw of Lions wing Anthony Watson. The All Blacks actually led at half time and it was only the result of two late tries that won the day for the Lions 24-21.

More to the point, the Lions were 14-21 down with 13 minutes to play. The last occasion the All Blacks lost at home was to South Africa in 2009; as well as the 47 test unbeaten home record. It is also three years since New Zealand failed to score a try in a test match.

The Lions management, coaches, and players had to be buoyed by the victory even it wasn’t very convincing, and they had to be very confident of winning the series in the third and final test. Everything was on the line – a series decider, a World Cup Final. Did I forget to mention that the All Blacks are the reigning World Champions, and had not lost at Eden Park since losing to France in 1994.

The Lions had not won a series in New Zealand since 1971. The last time the All Blacks lost two in a row at home was way back in 1998, a defeat to South Africa in Wellington compounded by another a week later in Christchurch against Australia. And yet the Lions felt they were perfectly poised to ruin another weekend for the All Blacks and their fans after the come-from-behind victory in Wellington.

The Lions fielded an unchanged team from the previous test while the panicky All Blacks made several changes. On this occasion it was the All Blacks who scored two tries and the Lions had to be content with 5 penalties, four from Farrell and a long range effort from the English winger, Daly. The game proved to be  very tense affair littered with basic mistakes. The All Blacks led for most of the match until Farrell leveled the scores 4 minutes from time. There was further drama at the very end of the game when the Lions hooker was adjudged to be offside, and the referee awarded the All Blacks a kickable penalty only to change in his mind after consulting video evidence. So the match ended in a 15-15 draw and the series tied. The Lions coach summed it up succinctly when asked for his reaction: “It’s like kissing your sister!”

I’m not suggesting they should have played extra time, or been subject to a penalty shoot out. But I just believe it was a terrific anti-climax following the narrow win in Auckland and the All Blacks were there for the taking. It was a very good but unsatisfactory finish to  what turned out to be a pulsating and riveting series.

 

 

Reflections on a Turbulent Season.

Monday, May 29th, 2017

I just watched Arsenal defeat Chelsea in this year’s FA Cup Final. Champions Chelsea looked tired and jaded while Arsenal appeared to be rejuvenated winning the Cup for the third time in the past four seasons. Why didn’t Arsenal play like this during the season? This is the same team that was annihilated 0-5 at home by Bayern Munich  in the Champions League only a couple of months ago. Based on this result Wenger, Arsenal’s beleaguered manager, has probably saved his job for yet another season or two. Nevertheless, they did miss qualifying for the Champions League for the first time in twenty years.

Ironically, it was Chelsea’s 0-3 defeat to Arsenal earlier in the season that prompted new manager Conte to introduce his system of three central defenders which he had successfully implemented in his time as manager of Juventus and latterly Italy. Chelsea reeled off 13 successive wins which propelled them to the title.

Speaking of which, normal service was restored in the Premiership with little chance of another minnow doing a Leicester City by snatching the title from under the noses of the elite teams. Chelsea deservedly won the title with an ever improving Tottenham Hotspur runners up. Manchester City finished third which prompted their manager Pep Guardiola to quote: “If I had finished 3rd at Barcelona or Bayern Munich (his previous two clubs) I would have been sacked!” Liverpool squeezed into the top four at the expense of Arsenal and will be playing Champions League football for the first time in a number of years.

Chelsea won the title from Spurs by a comfortable seven points, but more significantly was the 15 point gap between the seventh placed team, Everton and the rest of the division. Prior to this season the consensus leaned towards the premise that the Premier League comprised three layers; the top six, the middle tier who don’t usually contend for the title, but are safe from relegation struggles, and a bottom six or seven proverbial relegation contenders. Now, any team from 8th position downwards should fear the drop.

England will have five representatives this year because Manchester United also qualified by winning the Europa Cup in benign fashion. It is rumored that United will have a transfer fund of 300 million pounds to spend on new players in the summer. Manchester City has kick started the off season crazy spending spree by paying  Monaco 43 million pounds for their playmaker Bernard Silva.

My home town team, Swansea City (yes, it’s a euphemism) gave me some sleepless nights. They had a meager total of 12 points and bottom of the table on New Year’s Day with half the season over. Paul Clement became the fourth man to manage the team since last August (Alan Curtis was caretaker manager for two spells.)

He obviously got many things right to muster 29 points from the second half of the season, but the key decision for me was to play Mawson and Fernandez as the two central defenders for the remainder of the season. Bob Bradley had chopped and changed his defensive pairing continuously throughout his brief reign and the Swans were conceding goals at nearly two per game. Fernandez and Mawson brought stability to the back four, and it was no coincidence they only conceded two goals during the last five games of the season, winning four and drawing the other away to Manchester United.

What was incomprehensible was the six game stretch in the middle of Clement’s tenure where they only managed to pick up one measly point. Clement’s hiring had initially galvanized the team to the extent they were four points clear of the relegation zone until they hit a six game brick wall.

Fortunately Clement turned to thirty four year old Leon Britton in their hour of need. Britton has been a first team fixture for fourteen years, having played in all four divisions of the Football League with the Club, helping them rise from near extinction to the promised land of the Premiership. Britton is the epitome of the” Swansea Way” of playing football, retaining possession and passing, and his influence on the strong finish to the season should not be under estimated.

 

The Great Escape

Friday, May 19th, 2017

For Steve McQueen, Richard Attenborough, James Garner and Charles Bronson read Gylfi Sigurdsson, Fernando Llorente, Leon Britton and Paul Clement. Swansea City pulled off the greatest escape since Harry Houdini was performing his “get out of jail free” acts. At the turn of the year, the club was bottom of the Premiership with 12 points from 19 games. Not many teams have avoided the drop from such a precarious position.

They lost 0-3 to fellow strugglers, Bournemouth on New Year’s Eve, and Bob Bradley was belatedly dismissed from a job where his only somewhat bizarre credential was the fact he was American to satisfy the whim of new  American owners. He was managing Le Havre  in the French Second Division for goodness sake when he was plucked from relative obscurity to manage a Premiership Club which proved to be way above his pay grade.

Paul Clement was hired on January 3rd and the Swans defeated Crystal Palace 2-1 the same day. The team was selected by caretaker manager Alan Curtis, but Clement quickly left the comfort of the stand to add support to Alan Curtis’ cajoling.

Clement engineered another four wins over the next couple of months including a surprising  away win over Liverpool. Losses to Arsenal, Manchester City and Chelsea during that period didn’t dim the spirit and optimism that Clement had created and remarkably they were 4 points clear of the relegation zone.

It appeared to be a false dawn.Inexplicably they could only muster one point from their next six matches which dropped them back into the relegation zone. They lost to fellow strugglers Hull City, could only take one point off the worst team in the Division, Middlesbrough, and were totally inept in losses to Watford and West Ham. Prior to those two losses, they played Tottenham Hotspur at home who  were lying second in the table. The Swans led for 83 minutes before conceding an equalizer. Clement’s body language on the touchline suggested he would be  content to take a point when unfortunately the floodgates opened and Spurs scored two more goals to snatch a win they barely deserved.

The players were shell shocked by the devastating loss to Spurs, and while not citing it as an excuse, it surely contributed to the subsequent losses to Watford and West Ham. Clement was clearly stunned by the team’s reversal in fortunes which possibly influenced him to make three important decisions in a last ditch effort  to avoid relegation:

  1. Since he was appointed manager, he had resisted the temptation of placing too much pressure on the players. However he informed the Media and fans that the next home game against Stoke City was a must win for the Club.
  2. He decided to return wily veteran and club captain Leon Britton to the fold having ignored him for the past four months.
  3. With the return of Britton, he decided to play with the diamond formation in midfield.

The players responded to Clement’s rallying call and defeated Stoke 2-0 on April 22nd, but remained 18th in the table, two points adrift of Hull City and safety. But a first victory since March would give them a much-needed lift with four matches to play. The following week, the Swans earned a valuable point at Manchester United which could easily have been three if Llorente had not missed a sitter nearing the end of the match. Unfortunately Hull grabbed a point at Southampton and the Swans still trailed them by two points.

However,Week 36 would prove to be the pivotal point of the season. Hull played relegated Sunderland in the early Saturday game and surprisingly lost 0-2 at home. The Swans were entertaining Everton  two hours  later, and  aware  that a win would leapfrog them over Hull and move them out of the relegation zone for the first time in weeks. A 1-0 win was grinded out against a disappointing Everton side, and the Swans were now one point ahead of Hull with destiny firmly in their hands with two games to go.

Last weekend introduced a role reversal with Swansea playing first on Saturday, followed by Hull’s game against fellow strugglers Crystal Palace on Sunday. Ironically, the Swans were away to Sunderland who had done them such a favour by defeating Hull the previous weekend. Fortunately, Sunderland were a pale shadow of the team which snatched the points from The Tigers, and the Swans, magnificently supported by the Jack Army, secured a comfortable 2-0 victory to take them four points clear of Hull. Hull appeared to be suffering from a hang over from the Sunderland defeat, and were walloped 0-4 at Crystal Palace, leaving the Swans safe from relegation for another season.

I guess avoiding relegation by the skin of your teeth shouldn’t be a cause for celebration. Nevertheless, it appeared so implausible that a retreat from the abyss could be achieved with only four matches remaining, that celebration is obviously tempered with relief.

Paul Clement believed that Swansea’s fate would be decided by the final game of the season, but fortunately he was wrong, and not for the first time since he was appointed. In his defence,  he has probably got more things right than wrong, and Saturday’s home game against West Bromwich Albion should be a big party for players, staff and more importantly the beleaguered supporters. O Nerth I Nerth.