Showing posts with label football. Show all posts
Showing posts with label football. Show all posts

Monday, 28 May 2012

Roberto Martinez: Liverpool to snap up Wigan's box-office smash or the next big flop?


Cream trousers, white shirt, tan belt and coffee in hand.

When Roberto Martinez strode through Miami with John W Henry last week, the image portrayed a man being welcomed into an inner circle.

He dresses the part: Martinez with John W Henry
With the attire on show, you could be forgiven for thinking this was a scene from Layer Cake or a Pacino driven mafia movie.

But it’s worth remembering, for many, things do not tend to end well in such blockbusters.

And that’s what this job is, a blockbuster.

Let the doomsayers issue their fantasy, let Dave Whelan splutter how Liverpool isn’t quite what it was.

If the Liverpool job was a trailer, the film is a must see.

But can Roberto Martinez write a compelling sequel to the emotions stirred by Kenny Dalglish’s saga?

Reaction to the pitch has so far been watery, but what will happen when the cameras start rolling?

Still two years the green side of 40, Martinez undeniably has youthful exuberance for the game.

His philosophy is fresh, gutsy and positive. Characteristics of loveable Hollywood characters and many of the new guard infiltrating Premier League dug-outs.

But if the Spaniard moves to Liverpool, building a future would involve forgetting his past. No one cares. He’s worked on low budget movies up until now. This time he’d be shooting in high def. All your shortcomings are brought to the fore.

Martinez cut almost a comedic character on times at Wigan. Finding the positives in ball busting defeats, pundits lined up to question if he was delusional or a genius.

Survival would imply the latter, but no amount of spin will cut the mustard at Liverpool.

Scousers have seen their side entertain the ‘A’ list and send them packing. They’ve stood on the Kop on European nights. They know what a good side looks like. If you’re not delivering, don’t tell them you are. 
As a collective, they value honesty.

Martinez has won just over one in four at Wigan despite good recent form
No actor could pull the wool. If it’s going wrong on the touchline, the television cameras stare into your sole, the pressure relentless.

Handling it would be a major ask, but his calm exterior is yet to give us cause for concern that the task would be insurmountable.

With just three defeats in 15, Martinez has recently enjoyed his own fairytale ending. No one can knock the fact his Wigan side delivered when it mattered. Could he guide a bigger club to do this week in, week out?

Or was the spike in form merely the bait to draw a viewer in before his character turns sour. A false dawn, the phoney you suspected from the minute the curtain went up.

His stock is high. But is there substance to the investment. Is he riding a Facebook-esque wave of hysteria?

Few would back a manager with a 27% win record in his most recent role and Liverpool need to be frugal, not haphazard in this investment.

Martinez is a gamble.

Not since Avram Grant took over at Chelsea has one of England’s top clubs been in the hands of a manager with a fairly humble history.

A cuddly character, Grant’s persona did little to appease the wielding axe.

But like Pacino needed ‘The Panic in the Needle Park’ before landing ‘The Godfather’, Martinez may be destined for top billing.

But how can managers make strides up the league without opportunity? If given it, like Pacino they could revel.

In directing his short, Di Matteo has given such logic some credence.

A VIP club for the top jobs does no one any favours.
Some Liverpool players need direction in their second season

Everyone needs an opportunity. It’s the timing in handing one out which seems so tricky. There never seems to be a right one.

Martinez – who carried Swansea to league success in 2008 – is temporarily hot. 

Would he have the strength of character to direct an under-performing cast to perform?

Last season, Pepe Reina was the only Red's player ranked in the top ten of a host of Opta categories. Individuals seemingly need inspiration.

But it’s perhaps the Martinez method which brought around his audition for the role.

Unlike so many other managers, he has a clear method. A framework, a structure and an ethos which can be dripped through a club.

Patient, passing football, a love of possession and positivity in all round play.

It’s easily identifiable, offers players a clear definition of what’s expected of them and makes the scouting of talent more straight forward. A clear outline of what characteristics a player needs becomes visible.

If Fenway Sports Group seek a long-term mantra, the Martinez style maybe the real spark for their interest.

The opening sequence of a new Liverpool era is set to role.

In Scarface, Pacino told us he’d go straight to the top with the right woman.

Martinez has the clobber for the part, but whether Liverpool is his ideal partner remains to be seen.

Sunday, 27 May 2012

London 2012 and modern day football: What constitutes success?


 “What fourth place really needs is its own medal - something symbolic, something that reflects the feeling you get the rest of your life as it hangs around your neck. Is lead taken?" - Rick Reilly, US journalist

Get ready for a summer of slogans.

‘Just do it’.

If you don’t jet off with the ‘world’s favourite airline this summer’, and the other half – who apparently ‘loves Milk Tray’ – allows you to govern the remote, Euro 2012 viewing will precede “a showcase of sporting excellence”.
Fourth place offered no reward for  Dathan Ritzenhein

That is what the London 2012 slogan says we can expect, and expect we will.

Two summer events, both with worldwide audiences, but with differing views of what represents success.

How would football’s slogan read?

It would seem achieving mediocrity has never been more highly thought of in the sport.

American journalist and broadcaster Rick Reilly once summed up finishing fourth at the Olympics: “What fourth place really needs is its own medal - something symbolic, something that reflects the feeling you get the rest of your life as it hangs around your neck. Is lead taken?"

There are no adjustments to the Olympic podium. The standard demanded is the standard demanded.

Miss third spot and weigh up if a lifetime of training was worth a lifetime of looking back at what if?
Fourth place - bland, unexceptional, vanilla.

Conversely, in football, we crave it. To Chairmen, fans and managers, ‘it’s finger lickin good’.

Clubs long to be average Joe, striding the European cat walk.

Wash away your shortcomings with a fourth place finish, mask your frailty.

An average win percentage of 50.8% has secured fourth spot
In the 17 years since the Premier League moved to a 20 team structure, fourth placed teams have been just that. Frail.

Over the time frame, finishing fourth has required, on average, a 51% win rate.

Hardly a feat worth salivating over. Glory, with a measly one in two.

I thought good sides were consistent.

Not quite it would seem, but we still regard their inconsistent offerings as success and heap reward on fourth place sides who spend half the season offering drab fare.

Flat performances represent merely a speed bump en route to foreign roads.

Fans have celebrated a place on the adaptable Premier League podium with their team showing the ruthlessness of Mickey Mouse or Bambi.

Liverpool in 2003/04 with a whopping 42% win rate, Everton (47%) a year later, Leeds United (47%) in 1999 and even Aston Villa (47%) way back when in 1996.

Surely rewarding such indifferent performance goes against the sporting grain?

Sides have been frozen out of the top four frame
US marathoner Dathan Ritzenhein recently finished fourth in his country’s Olympic trials. He missed third and an Olympic spot by eight seconds. He had no manager to sack and no chairman to blame.

Fourth was a place so lonely, his retort was to say he may not run a marathon again.

Brutality’s place in sport is needed.

Football’s all too forgiving nature has played its part in re-shaping what is even achievable.

‘Impossible is nothing.’

Try telling that to the likes of Aston Villa and West Ham United.

During ten seasons in the eighties, they were two of the 13 sides to secure a top four berth.

Fast forward to the last ten years and only eight sides have felt what a top four finish feels like.

Ironically, achieving mediocrity and the financial rewards that go with it has allowed a group of teams to cut others away from the mainland. 

Rewarding mediocrity, finishing fourth really is football’s answer to the banker’s bonus.

Ipswich Town remain the only side to miss the top four in the last 17 years with 20 wins in a season.

"The 40 point barrier" is a phrase reserved for the not so cool kids dipping their toe in murky waters at the wrong end of the league, but keep an eye out for "the 20 win marker" in coming years. It's coming. As is more celebration of glowing mediocrity.

The demands of securing the holy, if unspectacular grail, are minuscule when compared to the hype which surrounds the achievement.

Some solid investment, a bit of spring cleaning and a leg up onto the otherwise restrictive podium is yours. ‘Every little helps’.

Malaga's investment  made ease of a jump to fourth
Just ask Malaga. A side who tasted two top eight finishes in 12 years, Manuel Pellegrini’s outfit took just two seasons to make the top four when foreign money arrived on their shore.

It’s not rocket science and coming fourth is hardly something to be proud of, yet it now seems to be the yardstick for success.  Just ask Kenny Dalglish.

'It does exactly what it says on the tin.' Or not quite in the case of the Champions League.

The competitions willingness to open its doors to the average seemingly creates leagues within leagues, devalues cup competitions and creates a medal for mediocrity cop-out.

Tottenham’s 52% win rate this year represented job done until London rivals Chelsea signalled a false start.

Fourth place heartache. A scenario which will litter the lives of countless athletes this summer.

That’s the way it should be. ‘Simples.’