Originally published for Can They Score? on February 19 2013.
Wayne Rooney is closing-in on goal scoring records for Manchester United and England and, at 27 years of age, needs just another 56 goals to overtake Sir Bobby Charlton to top the Old Trafford all-time striking charts. Judging by his scoring rate over the past few seasons, it’s a target he should be able to hit, but what does the future hold for Rooney beyond these milestones?
As his first touch becomes evermore precarious and unreliable when off-form, we’re told he’s not a young man anymore, and received wisdom tells us that football is a young man’s game.
It’s as though on the stroke of a player’s 30th birthday, everything changes, like a werewolf caught out under a full moon. Decline snaps into action, talk of retirement soon follows and suddenly, all reports and chatter are coloured by the filter of thirty-something footballer. A biological killswitch has been pulled, ushering in nature’s inescapable laws of decay, forced on by the intensity and pace of the modern game. Continue reading
Originally published by Pick Our Team on February 13 2013.
The Bernabeu exit looms large over Jose Mourinho. Wherever the Portuguese ends up in the summer, the inevitable intrigue surrounding the Special One’s relocation will guarantee that his flirting courtship with Europe’s richest clubs will be the transfer story of the off-season.
With Mancini’s place at City looking precarious, Roman running out of other top-end options at Chelsea, and both Paris and Anzhi rich enough to potentially woo Mou’s services, Jose won’t be lacking in options. For United fans hoping to see Mourinho take up the challenge of succeeding Sir Alex, these are worrying times.
At 71 years of age, the moment will come (sooner than many of us would like to admit to ourselves) for Fergie to retire, but as rivals circle above, Mou may not be prepared to wait. Can United afford to miss up on one of the world’s most prolific and effective coaches, especially if he ends up at Eastlands? Continue reading
Originally published online for Can They Score? on February 11 2013.
As the final whistle blew at St Mary’s on Saturday evening, two-hundred odd miles North West it’s likely that the sound of ripping paper could be heard tearing through the front room of the Ferguson household.
With City beaten 3-1 by Southampton, all bets were off (in some cases quite literally) and any ideas of squad rotation were quickly abandoned; the advantage would be pressed home with a full-strength side to secure 12-point lead at the top.
Based on present form, the core of United’s strongest starting eleven picks itself at present: De Gea in goal; Evra and Rafael out wide; Evans guards the centre alongside one of Vidic and Rio; Carrick and Cleverley take the middle; and Rooney and van Persie line up at the front.
It’s out on the wings where selection decisions are less obvious, and yesterday it was Antonio Valencia and Ryan Giggs who got the nod – the latter of whom defied his ageist critics by scoring the team’s opener, continuing his streak of netting a league goal in all 23 seasons of his United career so far. Continue reading
Originally published by Pick Our Team on February 8 2013.
It was 55 years ago on Wednesday that the passenger plane carrying Manchester United’s Busby Babes back from their Belgrade crashed after failing to take off from a treacherous, slushy runway at Munich-Rien airport.
The Munich air disaster would eventually claim the lives of 23 people, including eight of the fabled Busby Babes and eleven of the team’s travelling party made up of Manchester United club staff and football journalists. It remains one of the bleakest periods in United’s history, and a terrible tragedy that stretched well beyond the confines of football.
Next week Manchester United will play Real Madrid at the Bernabeu in the first leg of their Champions League Round of 16 tie; a fixture that could just as easily have been an intentional tribute to those who never returned to Manchester in 1958, coming as it does so soon after the anniversary of Munich and the shared European heritage of the two clubs.
Long before the idea of winning anything with kids was dismissed by an unfortunate sound-bite, United were placing their faith in an extraordinary crop of home-grown youngsters: The Busby Babes. Continue reading
Often cast as a narrow and limited footballer, Javier Hernandez’s uncanny ability to score goals is reminiscent of the improbably effective Pippo Inzaghi; a poacher somewhat fondly remembered for being able to do little else but find the back of the net.
With Manchester United’s troubled defence leaking early goals this year, the Mexican has reasserted himself as the team’s modern day super sub, delivering the goods on demand when called upon. A few more pots and titles for Chicharito at Old Trafford and he could one day challenge Ole Gunnar Solksjaer as the club’s most legendary last minute hero.
Compared to his fellow strikers however, Hernandez does look technically deficient. His link up play is relatively poor in comparison to Rooney, Van Persie and Welbeck, who are all about to create, pass and contribute to the approach play with clever touches and feints. Last year the gleeful striker appeared to have become all too self-aware of his short comings, especially as he vied for game time with the technically immaculate Dimitar Berbatov. As he lost the grinning enthusiasm of his breakthrough first year, Chich struggled through a difficult second season with his knack for scoring goals blunted by dwindling appearances and over-thinking the basics of his game. Continue reading
Originally written for ManUtd24.
Cast your mind back ten years to 2002. We witnessed the broadcast of a tenuous and tedious Pepsi advert featuring David Beckham staring down a young Iker Casillas in a Wild West showdown. It was bad, camp and yet somehow, in someone’s mind, commercial; hawking carbonated drinks and brand Beckham through pastiche and golden ball’s very talented horse.
The summer of ’02 also saw Denis Irwin leave Old Trafford for Wolverhampton Wanderers, having played 511 games for United, scoring 33 goals and winning more trophies than he had fingers (deep breath … that’s seven Premier League titles, three FA cups, a League Cup, the Champions League, the Cup Winner’s Cup and the 1999 Intercontinental Cup). Continue reading
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