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I’m not entirely sure why the Wayne Rooney ‘dive’ continues to be debated from the FA Cup fifth round match between Preston and Man Utd. There was no contact from the goalkeeper, and Rooney – crucially – chose to fall over. He wasn’t forced to fall over. He wasn’t touched. It was a dive.
But players dive all the time. And each time they do, the commentators, the ex-players and the pundits all unite to condemn it and say that it should be stamped out of the game.
Then we’re given the incident in last night’s match, and the ex-Man Utd pundit – and, worryingly, the England manager – both excuse Rooney’s actions and deny it was a dive.
I suspect it was because it was Wayne Rooney. Had it been Cristiano Ronaldo, or Gareth Bale, you can be sure it would be called a dive. If a German player did what Rooney did in the last minute of a World Cup game against England, you can be sure it would be called a dive.
But who did it shouldn’t come into it.
So if we’re going to accept what Rooney did last night was legitimate and fair, then teams will now be given penalties for taking evasive action. The debate around whether there was any contact will become irrelevant, and players will continue to hit the ground under no contact whatsoever screaming ‘But ref! I was trying to get out of the way!’ and expecting penalties.
The fight against simulation takes a sorry two steps back.
On a slightly separate note, get Phil Neville off my television. The sooner he’s strapped into a straightjacket and wheeled away to talkSPORT, the better.
Today I decided to go and watch managerless Leeds take on winless Bolton at Elland Road. I’ve been living in Leeds for just over six years and this was the first time I’d sat amongst the home fans. I love living in Leeds, but I have zero affection for their football club – not because of some fierce rivalry, but simply because they’re not Grimsby Town.
I’d been to see the Mariners play Leeds at Elland Road in the 2009/10 season in the Football League Trophy. The home side didn’t have to play to 50% of their capabilities to win 3-1 that night because the Mariners were generally useless – particularly Adrian Forbes, who was caught offside 12 times alone in the first half. And that’s no exaggeration.
Today, Leeds won by virtue of a first half goal from former Blackburn full back Stephen Warnock. They didn’t do much else. Adam Bogdan in the Bolton goal kept out a low shot at his near post early in the second half, and wasn’t called upon again. While Leeds broke well, and Billy Sharp chased and harried, they actually created very little. They looked mentally fragile and began running down the clock much sooner than a team that really believed they could finish off an average Bolton side.
Bolton were incredibly frustrating to watch. Lee Chung-yong was a case in point; he strolled through the game, almost as if this level of football was below him. And while it might be, he looked unmotivated and uninterested in taking the game by the scruff of its neck and doing something about it. Too many of the Trotters’ players looked like they were going through the motions.
Striker Joe Mason hit the bar when the game was 0-0. He breezed past Leeds centre back Jason Pearce before seeing his shot tipped onto the bar by home stopper Marco Silvestri. The keeper had a top game; he made a great save at point black range later in the first half and then somehow kept out former Lilywhites marksman Jermaine Beckford’s header deep in injury time.
It’s a shame the action didn’t quite match the atmospehere the Leeds fans generated from behind both goals. The match opened up in the second half and, as a neutral, it just lacked a few more goals. Leeds looked frail and offered nothing in the second half, seemingly happy to hope that the one goal would be enough.
In the end it was, but only because their keeper put in a man of the match performance and Bolton lacked composure when they finally worked their way into the opposition box.
It’s clearly a difficult time for both clubs, which is something that was acknowledged by the Leeds fans, as I’m sure they won’t often cheer their team off the pitch after being dominated in large spells by some underwhelming opposition.
As for Bolton, well,it’s difficult to say what will happen to them. I’m sure that when they grind out a 1-0 win of their own, in whatever circumstances, they’ll improve. They’ve got a decent squad of players for the Championship but it looks like they’ve already given themselves too much to do in order to climb anywhere near the play-offs this season.
God knows what will happen to Leeds. They could make an inspired managerial appointment and climb their way to promotion like Sunderland did under Roy Keane a few years ago. Or they could go the other way, and drop out of the Championship – which is probably the likelier of the two, given that their chairman is a trigger-happy odd ball.
Like most other divisions in English football, the Conference has had many sponsors. On 30 July it was announced, via an astoundingly poor press release, that Vanarama are its latest sponsors, replacing online payment firm Skrill. But one name still lives on. I’m pretty sure it’s not just my dad who still calls it the Vauxhall Conference.
After a quick check of Wikipedia I discovered the Conference’s first sponsors were Gola, for both the 84/85 and 85/86 seasons. Then began the 12-year association with Vauxhall.
I’m reminded, relentlessly whenever England play, that Vauxhall are sponsors of the national team, which is nice, obviously, but I thought it’d be nicer if they could sponsor the Conference too. Not just for nostalgia – there’s a good reason behind it.
“Football is the UK’s greatest passion and we’ve got it covered, shot by shot,” says Vauxhall’s website, proudly. At a time when the FA are desperately scratching around to find ways to improve the fortunes of the national side, it’d be a real statement of intent by Vauxhall if they supported the grass roots of our cherished sport, as well as the very top.
Forget League 3, or whatever else Greg Dyke and his cronies come up with. As a PR exercise, it would have shown a lot of people where Vauxhall thought the investment should have been made. As a company passionate about the sport, it could have led the way.
The division might be the graveyard of a lot of former league clubs, but right now it’s enjoying increased exposure due to the growing success of BT Sport.
And that’s why I think Vauxhall have missed a trick.
England go out of the World Cup at the group stage for the first time since 1958. Although expectations were said to be low, elimination by just the ninth day of the competition – before we even get to play our final group game – comes as a shock. So where did it all go wrong for a side that hinted it might do alright?
Roy Hodgson’s men have come up short both in attack and defence. Not by much, but enough on this world stage. Wayne Rooney has been credited as England’s best player in the 2-1 defeat to Uruguay, but he missed two guilt-edged chances before he finally tucked away his debut goal. As annoying as he is, Luis Suarez very rarely needs more than one chance to make an impression.
The lack of conviction in front of goal was just as damaging as the creaking at the back. There’s a case to make that all four goals conceded in both group games so far came from sloppy defending. England were undone by a simple set piece for Italy’s opening goal, while Suarez’s second on Thursday night needs no further analysis. The mistake was plain to see. In between there were individual mistakes from both Phil Jagielka and Gary Cahill, each losing their man despite occupying good positions.
But football matches are decided on such fine margins. Neither Italy nor Uruguay played impressive, expansive football. I’d be surprised if either side progressed further than the quarter finals. Once level against Uruguay I thought England looked in control and good for a point – until that schoolboy defending with just minutes remaining. And against Italy I thought the performance deserved at least a point.
Having said that, we deserved exactly what we got. We weren’t tight enough at the back and we weren’t clinical enough up front.
Then there was Rooney.
Should he have started out on the left against Italy? Probably not. Despite providing the assist for Daniel Sturridge’s goal, it’s not his favoured position and he offered no cover for Leighton Baines at left back. Moving him into the middle for the Uruguay match was a sensible decision.
But in hindsight you could argue it backfired. He might have been our best player on the night, but given the performance of Sterling in that role – and that of the whole team against Italy – was it such a great idea for Hodgson to tinker with the side? Tinker he did – and it didn’t work out.
As my dad said when I spoke to him on the phone, if you were asked to describe the worst way to go out of the World Cup, it’d be to lose your first match to a Mario Balotelli goal and then to lose your second match to a half-fit Suarez goal, gifted to him on a plate. From that perspective, and with just a dead-rubber against Costa Rica to come, I don’t think this tournament could’ve gone any worse for the England fans.
The reaction to the elimination in the media has been varied. I’ve seen some newspapers declare the performance as “rubbish” while others have been more measured in their assessment, claiming that Hodgson’s men gave it a good go but fell just short. The real answer lies, predictably, somewhere between the two (someone needed to say it).
Should Hodgson remain in charge? Yes – there’s no doubt that the national team has gone through a transitional period during his two-year tenure and it’s difficult to build something when you’re chopping and changing the coach. However, another group exit at Euro 2016 – or a failure to even qualify for the tournament – would surely spell the end for Roy.
You know, I sometimes wonder what the world would be like if England never won the World Cup. Would we still have to endure relentless adverts in the build-up to each competition hinting and depicting imminent success? Would the nation have acted so bullish about our chances each time we approached the latest tournament? Would the earth be spinning at a slightly different angle on its axis? Who knows.
All I do know is what I’ve seen: five World Cup competitions entered, none won, one semi final, two quarter finals and two last 16 exits. Oh, and three penalty shoot-outs that went tits up. Ok, so my memories of England’s World Cup adventures aren’t exactly brimming with fondness, which is why I decided to widen my focus when listing my Top 10 World Cup moments.
I’ve tried to look beyond the obvious in an attempt to offer something different, although some moments really couldn’t be ignored. To say these are in any order would be stretching the truth somewhat, and to say these are my favourite moments would be an outright lie. But they’re moments of sorts; memories that remain rather vivid.
So then, in traditional Top 10 style we start with 10 – or ‘X’, as the Romans would say…
10. Shane Smeltz shocks the Azzurri (Italy v New Zealand, 2010)
There’s a lot of talk at the moment about the rise of Rickie Lambert from lower league journeyman to potential World Cup star. But Lambert hasn’t scored a World Cup goal (yet) and, even if he did, he never played as low as the Isthmian League for AFC Wimbledon. Seven minutes into New Zealand’s group match against World Cup holders Italy, Shane Smeltz – a Gold Coast United player at the time – put the Kiwis in front. I’m not sure it was a goal that rocked the world, but it certainly got Radio 5 Live rather excited. Italy equalised but New Zealand held out for a 1-1 draw and that helped Smeltz secure a move to Chinese club Shandong Luneng… where he lasted just five days, before signing for Turkish Super League club Gençlerbirliği. Good luck pronouncing that.
9. David Platt’s extra time winner (England v Belgium, 1990)
I was just seven years old when England played at Italia ’90 – this is my earliest World Cup memory. It sticks out so vividly because I was allowed to stay up so late to see it. Of course, I had absolutely zero appreciation for the technical ability of the goal at the time – and I probably didn’t quite understand the significance of it being in the last minute of extra time (even if John Motson mentioned it explicitly in his now famous commentary), but I remember it made my dad very happy. What made me happy was that I hadn’t actually watched much of the bore-fest and happened to catch the magic moment during one of the rare occasions when I was looking at the TV screen and not at my amazing Lego construction.
8. Germans lose on home soil in semi-final (Germany v Italy, 2006)
My dad had drummed it into me over the years that the Germans were experts at doing ‘just enough’. The clearest example of this was the way they were gracious enough to lose against us 5-1 in Munich when qualifying for the World Cup in 2002, and yet despite that defeat they still qualified for the tournament and went further than England. When the moment mattered, Germany knew how to squeeze past. There have been some terrible goalless draws in World Cups gone by, but this one was an exception – and yes, I’m aware it didn’t finish 0-0. It was close, but two late, late goals from Italy dumped the Germans out of their own party, and just like David Platt’s goal had done 16 years earlier, this made my dad very happy.
7. Luis Suarez acts like the despicable bell-end we all know he is (Uruguay v Ghana, 2010)
I don’t really have a problem with Suarez deliberately batting the ball away with his arm while stood on his own goal line in this tense quarter final match. I’m sure it was instinctive and I believe that most other footballers would’ve done the same in a similar situation. What I had issue with (and I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one) was Suarez’s reaction when Asamoah Gyan missed the penalty that should have taken Ghana through to the semi final. Rather than heading to the dressing room Suarez was allowed to lurk around the dugout area to witness the miss. He then ran on to the pitch after the shoot-out to celebrate Uruguay’s win with his teammates, which really was difficult to watch.
6. The Wink (England v Portugal, 2006)
I don’t think I need to say much on this one – I’d only be repeating what other people have said. Perhaps my favourite reaction to the calculated effort to get Wayne Rooney sent off for stamping on Ricardo Carvalho’s balls (don’t get me wrong, I think Rooney could’ve not stamped on his balls) was that of the BBC’s Alan Shearer, who suggested Rooney should ‘stick one’ on Ronaldo in training – maybe just as Grimsby’s Justin Whittle had ‘stuck one’ on Alan Shearer when Newcastle visited Blundell Park earlier that season for a League Cup game.
5. The referees that were in no way biased (South Korea v Italy, 2002)
Although I’ve never understood why, it’s some kind of rule that home nations do well in World Cup tournaments (a luxury not afforded to poor old South Africa in 2010, incidentally – they must have upset God or something). But in 2002 the South Koreans must have had more than Lady Luck on their side. Italy, who they met in the quarter finals, had already been on the receiving end of some bad refereeing decisions, before they were knocked out by South Korea in controversial circumstances. Totti received a second yellow card for diving when he had legitimate claims for a penalty, and then 10-man Italy had a legitimate goal disallowed at 1-1 before South Korea scored a golden goal to send them packing. It was ok if you liked drama and weren’t an Italy fan.
4. Dennis Bergkamp’s wonder goal (The Netherlands v Argentina, 1998)
DENNIS BERGKAMP! DENNIS BERGKAMP! DENNIS BERGKAMP! AAAAUUUGH!! Some things don’t need describing or explaining. And it’s better if you watch the moment with Dutch commentary. It’s certainly the best World Cup goal I’ve seen live.
3. Sol Campbell’s disallowed goal (England v Argentina, 1998)
I remember watching this match round a girl’s house (I was 15). Sadly, there were plenty of other lads there – and, anyway, she already had a boyfriend. I’m not sure what I was doing there, really. It was back in the day when I retained a sneaky suspicion that girls might just fancy me if I lurked around them often enough. Obviously now I know that practice to be weird and creepy. Anyway, the Owen goal had gone in, Beckham had been sent off, I was insisting that we all listen to the ITV World Cup theme tune I’d bought at Woolworths while we waited for extra time to begin (it got voted down). Sol Campbell’s goal – which was disallowed because of Alan Shearer’s elbows – remains the goal I’ve celebrated longest before realising it was chalked off. It was a pretty embarrassing night all round, come to think of it. I literally have no idea why I’ve put this at 3.
2. Hey Zinedine, your mum’s a whore (Italy v France, 2006)
That goal Zidane scored for Real Madrid in the Champions League final against Bayer Leverkusen was quality, but to be honest I never watched enough European football during my teenage years to know or appreciate how good he was. So I didn’t buy into all the compliments that were lavished upon him. I saw him play well in France ’98 and score that goal for Real, and not much else. In fact I began to dislike him based purely on the fact that everyone else loved him. Was there a part of me that smirked when he was sent off for headbutting Marco Materazzi, out of pure and evil naivety? Yes. “Zidane’s career ends in disgrace!” shouts Motty. “He’s an overrated thug anyway,” I said, proudly and ignorantly, like I was the only one who had ‘worked him out’.
1. Beckham lays an Argentine ghost to rest (England v Argentina, 2002)
David Beckham wasn’t popular when he got sent off against Argentina in 1998. I remember the 1998/99 Premier League season well, and some of the stuff he had to deal with – looking back now, knowing what he went on to achieve – was pretty shocking. And I think we all feel a bit embarrassed by it now, if we’re all completely honest. His road to redemption was long, and after Phil Neville swung a leg in the dying moments of the Euro 2000 group game against Romania to concede a penalty that dumped England out of the tournament, the pressue on Beckham eased. By the time he’d placed the ball on the spot in the group match against Argentina in the stadium that had the roof, he had most England supporters back on his side. And when he slammed it into the net (and Motty started banging on about smashing crockery at home) you could see in his celebration that he had finally overcome something that had been haunting him for years. It was no Psycho celebration of Euro ’96, but young David looked like he was about to cry with passion and emotion – and a lot of us felt the same at that moment.
It was a bloody awful penalty, by the way.
I’m not quite sure what to accuse FA Chairman Greg Dyke of being. He’s either an incredibly short-sighted and outrageously detached-from-reality imbecile, with an embarrassing wealth of ignorance for everything he should be protecting and nurturing, or he’s a clown – someone who’s maybe just having a massive laugh, yet none of us find his ideas remotely entertaining and in fact has become stuff of nightmares.
He thinks – and it’s not just him, it must be said – that so-called ‘big’ teams should be allowed to have ‘B’ teams in the Football League. Why? In the hope that one day England will win the World Cup. Sorry – did I say ‘one day’? I meant a specific day – the day of the World Cup 2022 final, since this is his deadline.
The reason why we’re not winning the World Cup right now is because there aren’t enough English players playing at the top level of English football. According to some figures I read somewhere, players who are eligible to play for England make up a third of all players in the Premier League, which does indeed seem very low.
Now, why is that? Turn the clock back to 1991 and the figure is more like 90%. I don’t actually know that; I haven’t done any detailed research. But the point is, I don’t have to. Everyone knows that the number of English players playing in the top division of English football in 1991 was much, much higher than it is now.
So what happened between 1991 and 2014? The multi-sponsored, multi-million-pound prick-generating, tosser-churning, wag-assembling conveyor belt that is otherwise known as the Premier League.
In other words, since the Premier League was created there’s been a dramatic drop in the number of English players playing in England’s top domestic football league. That’s the Premier League’s doing – with its massive TV contracts and bags upon bags of money that attracted some of Europe and the rest of the world’s players to come and play here, forcing home grown talent to rot in Chelsea’s reserves before being released and playing their careers out in the lower leagues. This is not good, according to the FA.
The Premier League created this problem, and now Greg Dyke and the FA are rectifying it by ruining the lower leagues. Dyke thinks it’s a great idea to have fixtures such as Hartlepool v Stoke City ‘B’ or Tottenham ‘B’ v Wycombe. I can just imagine the nation – and Sky – salivating over the prospect of West Ham ‘B’ v Oxford on a Tuesday night in front of 174 fans. That sounds great.
Said Greg: “We urge them (lower league football fans) to balance the specific, narrowly-defined concerns of their particular club or league with what will be of the most benefit to the game overall, to the development of young players and to the success of the England team.”
The problem I have with that quote is the bit about ‘what will be of the most benefit to the game overall’. Is having a better national team really going to improve the game overall? Is it really important that we win the World Cup? And if we did, how does that actually benefit the game overall – and how does that affect me, a Grimsby Town fan?
He seems to be thinking that every football fan values the national team over their own local club. I support England and always will do, but my local club – the team that I go and see most often; the team that represents my town, my place of birth and my heritage – is the one that matters most to me. It’s engrained in my life and I would watch them week in, week out if I could.
I can’t say the same about England.
My final point about this ‘B’ team proposal is this: how long will it be before a genuine club (Accrington, Tranmere, Southend, Bury) gets relegated at the expense of a ‘B’ team exploiting a loophole? I for one do not want to be relegated on the last day of the season because Aston Villa send their ‘B’ team two internationals who score the goals to keep them safe and relegate us in the process.
The whole idea is ludicrous and should never be allowed to get off the ground. If you haven’t yet signed the petition I urge you to do so now.
Having experienced three relegations following Grimsby Town, it’s days like today that I have most empathy with fans of other teams. Two of those three relegations came on the last day of the season – at Tranmere in 2004 and Burton in 2010 – and it wasn’t simply the defeats that hurt the most; it was the hope you invested ahead of those afternoon’s big games that caused the most pain.
Even when we were relegated at Burton, there was only one scenario us Mariners fans could hope for, and that was for us to win and Barnet to lose. As it transpired, the Bees won – but we failed to do our bit anyway, and the match was effectively over after 58 minutes when we went 3-0 down. So we had more than half an hour to deal with relegation to the Conference before it was confirmed at the final whistle.
But for Bristol Rovers fans today, they would’ve had hope right up until the last kick of the game. All they needed was an equalising goal against Mansfield and they’d have saved themselves from dropping into what is widely regarded as the graveyward for former Football League clubs. Relegation at the final whistle would’ve hurt like hell – especially as they spent barely any time in the bottom two before today.
Rovers will join Torquay in what is turning out to be a heavily southern-based Conference for the 2014/15 campaign – just another reason for the Mariners to get out of this division and save on their petrol bill.
About a month ago Look North presenter and reporter Harry Gration dared to ask Doncaster Rovers manager Paul Dickov whether he could claim his team had achieved safety after they won 2-1 at rivals Leeds. But just one point from their next seven games saw them slip into the bottom three at the death when Birmingham saved themselves from the drop with a dramatic equalising goal at Bolton in the third minute of injury time.
In League 1 it looked at one point as though Tranmere had clawed their way out of the relegation zone when they led Bradford 1-0 and Notts County went behind at Oldham. But it all went wrong for them in the last 15 minutes when the Magpies scored a crucial equaliser from the spot – and then Bradford scored two goals in the last nine minutes as the news of County’s equaliser no doubt filtered through to the fans and the players at Prenton Park.
I lack a bit of empathy for Tranmere’s demise, if I’m honest with myself, since they were the club that sent us down in May 2004. The Mariners didn’t help themselves, throwing away a one-goal lead to lose 2-1, but then Chesterfield scored an 88th-minute winner against Luton to save themselves and relegate us in the process. Our match at Tranmere was just coming to its conclusion when news of that late, late Spirites goal filtered through to us, and it’s a feeling that I would never want to experience again.
The Rovers fans took delight in our demise at the final whistle, and reminded us of our relegation when we went there a couple of years later for a League Cup match. Mind you, we effectively relegated them from the Championship in 2000/01 when we beat them 3-1 at Blundell Park. I hate the phrase, but it really is a case of what goes around, comes around. (They beat us 4-0 that night in the cup game, so perhaps I’m just incredibly bitter.)
It’s been a bad day for all three Rovers teams. Doncaster, Tranmere and Bristol will not be happy places tonight.
Sometimes I think we get so caught up by the obsession of playing like Barcelona that we overlook the skill of being able to head a ball. Andy Carroll’s performance on Saturday against Swansea – in which he set up both goals for Kevin Nolan in West Ham’s 2-0 win – was one that got me thinking about aerial prowess – and how few teams at the top level can deal with it effectively.
Jose Mourinho may have called it 19th century tactics but I don’t mind watching a side that plays route one football. It’s effective. After all, it’s a tactic that even the best sides in the world resort to when they get desperate. They understand that launching the ball to a bunch of brutish bastards in the opposition’s penalty box is a much quicker way to grab a goal (if not aesthetically pleasing).
However, it’s also worth noting that there’s nothing worse than watching a team play direct football when they’re really not good at it.
I dunno… maybe it’s because I’m English, and there’s something inside me that ignites when I see a really effective target man doing his duties up top. Alan Shearer was never blessed with pace but was devastating in the air. Even at Grimsby Town we had Steve Livingstone, who was prepared to sacrifice his looks on order to throw his face into the ball at every opportunity. Mind you, when you have no looks to write home about in the first place, maybe it’s easier to make that decision to throw your head into an area where other players’ football boots are flying around.
There was lots to admire about Carroll’s performance at the weekend. In my eyes he represents a style that has been slowly squeezed out of the English leagues because it’s just not sexy, but his assists for Nolan’s goals demonstrated the skill that’s needed to be a powerful player in the air. And for all the extra inches Peter Crouch has on his opponents, I’d rather have Carroll underneath a ball that’s coming down into the six yard box with snow on it.
When I was younger my grandad used to tell me about an old Grimsby forward by the name of Billy Cairns. He used to claim that Cairns was the best player he’d ever seen when it came to heading a ball – and, as I understand it, Cairns wasn’t particularly tall either. I wouldn’t mind being able to travel back in time to see just one Cairns performance – mainly to see how good he really was, but partly to watch the Mariners play as a Football League side at a time when Blundell Park could pack in more than 20,000 fans.
There’s something quintessentially English about the workhorse up front. It represents someone that may not be regarded as the most talented, but has the strength and commitment to do the job that very few others are prepared to do. Carroll may not get all the goals, but he, like any other battering ram up front, should take an equal share of the glory that comes from when his smaller, nippier strike partner scores the goals.
In December 2002 Grimsby beat Sheffield Wednesday 2-0 in a second division clash. In the 49th minute our central defender at the time, Georges Santos, towered above everyone to power a header into the top corner. There’s a picture of that moment somewhere online, but after a quick search I wasn’t able to find it. In that moment you get to appreciate both the force and skill of a headed goal. Santos climbed so high that at the moment his head connected with the ball, he was at a height greater than the crossbar. The image just oozes power.
Just because it’s not pretty, it doesn’t make a good headed goal any less admirable. Carroll, like many other target men before him, must be a nightmare to defend against – especially for those modern ball-playing centre backs.
A lot has been said about the technical ability of English players – it’s not part of our culture. It’s never been part of our DNA. So nothing would give me greater pride than to see England go to the World Cup in Brazil later this year and out-do their opponents with old fashioned centre forward play.
English football has always been about power, strength, honesty and bravery. There’s obviously more than one way to play football and I’m not for one minute trying to suggest that route one is the best way (or that England are going to win the World Cup). Against Swansea, Carroll reminded me that old fashioned, direct centre forward play can still be appreciated on a technical level – and there will always be a place for it (even in modern football).
Oh, and if anyone knows where I can see that image of Santos scoring against Sheffield Wednesday then I’d really appreciate a link!