Showing posts with label Sunderland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sunderland. Show all posts

Monday, December 8, 2008

Things we learnt 1

We’re hoping that this will be pretty much a weekly round-up of learnings we make over a weekend of sporting action, to be shared with the populace as early as possible on Monday morning (ahem kinda late today). This weekend Jumpthefence has taken on board…

1 Something IS up with Cristiano Ronaldo
Okay, we were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt for the ongoing (and increasing it seems) petulance and general consternation every time someone dares tackle him. We put the lack of smiliness down to inconsistent form and frustration with same. We let that stupid handball go and blamed it away on lack of concentration/ bad luck/ just the wrong call at the wrong time. But we watched the Sunderland game on Saturday and couldn’t help be disgusted by him. (By the by, so-called experts, since when did sticking 11 men behind the ball in the most blatant act of defensive football I’ve ever witnessed – I’ve seen more ambition in a couch-ridden, pot-smoking, dole-queueing former schoolmate – constitute a “brave” performance that “didn’t deserve its cruel ending?” Nobody’s deserved defeat more since that 12-year old who lost to Leona Lewis on X-factor.) Simply put, Ronaldo didn’t fancy the clipping he was getting around the ankles from Phil Bardsley every time he got possession. He strolled around, gave ball away time and again, showed no real conviction or pace about what he was doing and looked like someone who was believing too much hype, didn’t really want to actually have to perform and certainly didn’t want to be where he was. Then he decided he’d had enough and walked off. It’s the first time I’ve come round to thinking perhaps his heart really isn’t in Man Utd anymore. As Gilesy said on RTE later, watch this space.

2 Manny Pacquiao is the real deal (subtitle – Oscar De La Hoya is gone)
Jumpthefence recalls coming across this Filipino scrapper around the time he clashed with another great, Marco Antonio Barrera, a few years ago and thinking he was indeed a truly top fighter. Since then, he’s seen off Barrera (twice), another Mexican legend in Erik Morales, Juan Manuel Marquez (twice also), Oscar Larios and now Oscar De La Hoya. He’s fought at three different weights this year alone. He’s outboxed, outfought, outworked, outthought and blitzed opponents when the needs arose; basically he’s won every which way he’s had to. He’s only lost three times in his career and two of those losses were very early on. He’s got the speed and agility of Prince Naseem Hamed but more heart and brains. On Saturday night he outpunched and eventually wore down a guy who’s naturally far bigger. When people questioned his punching power at higher weights, he whopped Marquez. He fights for his country more than ego or money. He’s now coming after either Ricky Hatton (he’d have far far too much for Hatton) or Floyd Mayweather (fight of the decade time?). Check him out if you get the chance.
As the subplot, De La Hoya’s days are certainly numbered, with so many losses in recent times. And you could question the greatness of Pacquiao’s achievements by pointing out his opponent’s weaknesses. But it was the complete dismantling job done by Pacquiao that was so impressive here.

3 EVERYBODY’S got an opinion on Roy the boy
Jumpthefence could well have spent the whole weekend reading/ listening to people’s opinions on Keane and still had leftover material for Monday evening and the interesting matter is how so many can differ in their basic approach to the story. The Sindo predictably had a bit of a go (Richard Sadlier’s never been slow to throw stories around about Keane and John O’Brien put the boot in as well). David Walsh was fairly sympathetic in the Times while Simon Barnes was, well, harsh. Tom Humphries has been largely in the same boat as always. Giles on the Premiership (or whatever it’s called these days) reckoned it all came down to the lack of quality signings. Kieran Shannon made an interesting piece in the Tribune, commenting on the lack of leaders Keane had brought in. Some of the theories as to where it went wrong included: crap manager; no people skills; awful signings; isolated personality; no trust between players/ Keane; basic psychological flaw in man himself; quitter; no coaching abilities; unable to put up with modern game/ modern players; no wish to be involved with relegation scrap; lack of love for game; crippling self-doubt. Some wished he’d return, some said he’d be better off not, some said he definitely won’t, some said he wouldn’t be able to stay away. Jumpthefence has already had his say but would be most inclined to think it was down to problems in Keane’s head rather than his abilities or heart. But if nothing else, Keane has shown once again that no matter what we all think, nobody has a bull’s notion what’s really going on in that mind when he walks Triggs.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Keane gone from Sunderland, a surprise?

Well, well, I really ought have guessed. Jumpthefence has been mulling on entering the blogosphere for quite a while and when I finally bite the bullet, who’s there waiting as my first blog but Roy Keane. It’s like learning to cycle on a mountain stage of the Tour de France. People get hurt. Keane is about as divisive a figure as you can get in Irish sport and we’ve some history here. I’ve fought bitterly with family members who I’d normally be minding my ps and qs around over Keane.

I’ll lay my cards on the table early on and say I’ve always liked the man. Admired the way that amongst all the stars from around the world who washed up at Old Trafford it was a boy from Mayfield who led the most successful team in England for a decade or so. This doesn’t all mean I agree with every utterance or move he makes (a common misperception). I’m a Radiohead fan but that doesn’t mean I love every song or album of theirs. What’ll nag at me about Keane leaving Sunderland is the buckets and lashings of schadenfreude that’ll be whipping around over the next while. Some people never really had a liking for Keane, mainly due to the Man Utd angle I’m reckoning. Some never forgave him for Saipan. Many domestic league supporters resented the Sunderland story, seeing it as all that’s wrong with the modern Irish football fan (In fairness, if the most influential Irish player of all time in his first job in management with a club of Irish ownership and with another extremely famous face as chairman doesn’t generate a whole pile of press and interest, there’d be something up). A lot of people for different reasons will take great pleasure in Keane suffering here, which is a pity.

Anyway, to the story, and he’s left Sunderland of course. Nobody can say it wasn’t coming, or that it’s a shocker. A man like Keane, that has that impulsive, contrary streak running through him, is always capable of pulling a stunt like this. Story goes that he was increasingly isolated by the end, and that may turn out to be the biggest hindrance to him succeeding as a top manager. His whole career reads of a man cutting himself off from colleagues, of fighting that internal battle a little removed from advice or help. I imagine him as a Brian Clough figure, up in his office fighting demons and doubts and fuming over some mistake made ten days previously.
From a footballing viewpoint, I honestly don’t think he did that bad a job. Sure, he spent money (around £77m) but it was there to be spent. He took the club from struggling badly in the Championship to surviving in the Premier League. At times I liked the look of him on the sideline, there seemed to be a thought process going on and a structure to what he was trying to do. Initially he bought players to get promotion, then players to survive, then last summer was about taking another step. That’s where the whole process seemed to get muddled. He bought players like David Healy, Teemu Tainio, El-Hadji Diouf, without any real thought as to how to gel a team together. There was no player – except perhaps Kenwyne Jones – who you could say improved under Keane’s management. There were so many players in the end, Keane never seemed to know his best team. Guys were played, then dropped. There was no consistency of performance. Sunderland beat Newcastle one week and then lost to Stoke with the same team the following weekend. Then, they were unlucky at times. They were a minute from beating Arsenal. They ought to have whipped Fulham and Portsmouth. They had a run of winnable games coming up. Few doubt that Sunderland had enough to get well out of trouble. The problem was that Keane seemed to doubt himself, his own abilities.

The future? There’s a train of thinking that says Keane is now damaged goods as a manager, and the way of English football would suggest that may be the case. But I recall reading an interesting piece with Gianluca Vialli in the past saying that English football is far too quick to judge and cast aside failing managers. It’s all a learning experience surely. Rafa Benitez was sacked by Real Valladolid after two wins in 23 games, Osasuna after one win in nine, he promoted Extremadura to La Liga and then saw them relegated. That’s three apparent failures before hitting the jackpot with Tenerife, Valencia and then Liverpool. Italians – who tend to produce the most successful managers – see it as a trade, where you learn gradually, make mistakes and get better with each job. Carlo Ancelotti was a bit of a disaster at Juve but still got the Milan job. Whether Keane has the hunger to go back, learn from his mistakes and evolve, is of course the big question here.

Hopefully, someone out there will take a punt on Keane in the future. It’d be a shame if what’s happened has put him out of the game for good. Football will be less interesting in his absence, that’s for sure.