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Is It Wrong To Write An Obituary? (Part Two)

Saturday, 02 February 08, 01:05 AM

Oh, now this is almost too good to be true. Not the picture, I mean. That makes me feel ever so slightly nauseous. What I'm talking about is, of course, Newcastle United's amazing decision to take on Kevin Keegan for a second spell as replacement to Sam Allardyce at St James Park. Allardyce should sue for defamation of character, or something. I mean, of all the people that they could have chosen! The only man that could conceivably have provided more guffawing than if Mike Ashley had given the job to Alan Shearer. The man that quit the England job having worked out for himself that he wasn't up to it. The man whose demented rantings in a post-match interview brought the strangely ungrammatical phrase "I would just love it if..." into the national consciousness. It's magnificent, magnificent stuff.

So, a quick resume. Keegan, of course, started out as a player at Scunthorpe United, before going to Liverpool in 1971. He was at Anfield for six years, but this was long enough to scoop up more or less every major trophy that and English player could win (the FA Cup in 1974, the League & UEFA Cup in 1976 and the European Cup in 1977) before going to Germany to join SV Hamburg. At Hamburg, he led his new club to its first ever Bundesliga in 1979. He was voted the European Footballer Of The Year in 1978 and 1979. He returned to England in 1980 to the somewhat unlikely destination of Southampton, where he stayed until 1982, when he joined Newcastle United. His final act as a player was leading the club into the First Division in 1984, before retiring. He never really matched his club form for England, and managed just twenty-one goals in sixty-three matches. He was too young in 1973, when England could have done with his assuredness in front of goal against Poland at Wembley in the match that knocked them out, and was injured in the build-up to the 1982 World Cup finals in Spain. He occasionally put in memorable performances (notably in a friendly against Argentina at Wembley in 1980), but never managed to replicate the consistency that he found at club level for his country.

His original appointment at Newcastle in 1992 was as much of a surprise as his recent one was. He had spent much of the previous eight years in Spain playing golf. With Terry McDermott as his assistant, he took Newcastle back into the Premier League in 1993 and established them there before famously losing a twelve point lead (and his mind) in the last few weeks of the 1995/96 season. He offered his resignation in the summer of 1996 only to see it rejected by the Newcastle board - he eventually got his own way in January 1997, quitting with Newcastle in fourth place in the Premier League. His return to football came at the unlikely setting of Craven Cottage the following September where, bankrolled by Mohammed Al-Fayed's money, he took Fulham into the Premier League for the first time before taking the England job. No matter what anyone says about the current England team, I remain steadfast in my opinion that Keegan's England team was the worst that I have ever seen. At the finals of Euro 2000, they threw away a two goal lead against Portugal, beat the worst German team since the war and then got knocked out deservedly by Romania. The 1-0 defeat by Germany in the final game at Wembley in the 2002 World Cup qualifiers was about as depressing a spectacle as you could imagine. A dreadful team, losing badly in a dilapidated stadium in the pouring rain. Finally, at Manchester City, he took them into the Premier League, and then to mid-table before "retiring" from football in March 2005.

If Sam Allardyce, using the limited tactical acumen that he built up at Bolton over the last five years or so, was yesterday's news, then Keegan is something akin to the ghost of Christmas past. Keegan's teams were occasionally entertaining, but reckless to the point of naivete. The post-match resignation and the infamous fit seem to me have demonstrated that he hasn't got the temperament for the job and he also has an unerring habit of resigning in mid-season, and often for no particularly good reason. In an interview with the BBC in October last year, he stated that he hadn't watched a live match since resigning from Manchester City two and a half years ago. Have Newcastle gone and taken on a manager that isn't even still interested in football any more?

What Newcastle need at the moment is discipline. The likes of Joey Barton need discipline. They need to stop making foolish defensive errors that cost them points. To that end, Mike Ashley has done the rest of the country proud by more or less guaranteeing that Newcastle United FC will remain national laughing stocks for a good while to come. Sacking Sam Allardyce because the most self-righteous and deluded of their supporters have decided that they're not being "entertained" enough? Bringing in a man that
everyone can see is hopelessly ill-equipped for the job as a replacement? Well, that's two out of three. Go on, Mike. Bring in Shearer as assistant manager. Go for the hat-trick.

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Newcastle - Entertaining Everyone Except For Their Own Fans

Tuesday, 15 January 08, 10:51 PM

Well, considering that it was such a badly kept secret, the sacking of Sam Allardyce from Newcastle United is still something of a surprise, thanks in no small part to the fact that it is such a staggeringly stupid decision, and is such a staggeringly stupid decision on so many levels. Amazing. There seems to be no extent that the directors of that club won't go to in order to make their club a laughing stock but, whereas I would normally express my sympathy to the poor, down-trodden supporters of the club concerned, I can do no such thing this time, because Newcastle's supporters have been wholly complicit in this whole, ridiculous affair. The biggest complaints coming from St James Park over the last few weeks have come from the terraces (regarding the quality of football that Newcastle have been playing), from people who seem singularly incapable of accepting Newcastle's place in the new world order of English football.

I mean, and I ask this question in all seriousness, who are they going to get that is any better? Allardyce is no great favourite of mine (you'd noticed?), but the idea of getting a better manager, barely half-way through the season, with a team in "turmoil" (as the tabloid press would call it), seems to be the sort of leap of imagination that would normally be reserved largely for people that one might describe as "mentally interesting". Harry Redknapp is the bookmakers' favourite, but why would he want to decamp from his home on the south coast and the good work that he is doing at Portsmouth? Why would Mark Hughes want to leave Blackburn to try and sort this mess out when he's building a decent team (albeit one that can't do anything in the cups) at Blackburn? No Premier League manager that is any good is going to go there. It's a managerial graveyard. I asked a Newcastle supporter the other week this simple question: when was the last time that a Newcastle manager went on to a better job having managed Newcastle? His answer was Gordon Lee, who went from St James Park to Everton in 1977. In other words, it's over thirty years since a Newcastle manager was deemed to have succeeded sufficiently to have a better offer made to them. Looking down the bookmakers' lists must make dispiriting reading for Newcastle supporters. Alan Shearer is the second favourite (primarily because he has made noises that he would like the job, in spite of having no managerial experience whatsoever), and then you're down to the likes of Martin Jol, Terry Venables and Tony Mowbray. This is the problem with replacing your manager after Christmas - no-one in a decent job is going to want to take over your club if it's in a mess.

This decision isn't a nightmare from a purely footballing point of view, although it doesn't make any sense in this respect. Newcastle are in eleventh place in the Premier League at the moment, which is about their average league place over the last three or four years, or so. Allardyce's time at Newcastle, therefore, hasn't been successful, by any stretch of the imagination, but it hasn't been a disaster either. Off the pitch, it's going to be expensive for Newcastle. Such was their faith in him when they offered him the job that they allowed him to bring in a massive back-room staff (I've seen the number of people quoted as thirty-two). There's a good chance that the vast majority of them may have to go, too. The bill could run to tens of millions of pounds, if they were all on contracts that were several years long.

I'm inclined to think that Shearer is the ghost that Newcastle have to get out of their system. He's going to be mentioned, completely without merit, in comparison with every manager that Newcastle have until they get around to taking him on. They might be best off taking him on now and giving him until the end of the season to see if he's any good or not. I happen to think that I might already know the answer to this question, but I might be wrong, and the alternative might just turn out to be David O'Leary.

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The Unfortunate Torpor Of Newcastle United

Tuesday, 15 January 08, 10:37 PM

It was the strangest thing, but Salomon Kalou's clearly offside goal was so far offside that it kept Sam Allardyce in a job for the next few days or so. The press had been predicting for the last few days that defeat at Stamford Bridge would probably cost Allardyce his job, but Kalou's goal was so far offside that the press focussed on that for a few days, allowing him to postpone his date with the hangman's noose for a few more days. Unless anything enormously disastrous happens tonight against Manchester City, he'll probably still there for this weekend's FA Cup match against Stoke, and it's difficult (even considering their recent form) to see them losing that match. I'd be surprised it Allardyce goes before the end of the season. He's too stubborn to go voluntarily and, if the details of his financial package are correct, he might be too expensive to sack.

I'm not, as you may be aware, a fan of Allardyce by any stretch of the imagination. I think that the much of the praise that he won at Bolton was overstated. His Bolton team was utterly joyless to watch and, whilst I understand that small clubs will always go down the route of making themselves difficult to beat, there will always be a low boiling point in the Premier League - a boiling point at which supporters expect entertainment. Twenty years ago, Wimbledon had perfected their party piece of hitting it long and hard, playing a physical game and scaring the hell out of "better" opponents. Their supporters didn't much like it, but it got them into the top division of English football for more than a decade. These days, though, in an era of £40 match tickets and the constant hubris about the Premier League being "The Biggest And Best League In The World", it might not be enough on its own. For Sam Allardyce, the line between success and failure is a very thin one, and there is no room for error when you're at a big club and not playing exciting, attacking football. Newcastle's supporters may have a long tradition of having been "entertained" (although there is, I think a considerable amount of myth to this - Keegan's 1996 team that blew the Premier League notwithstanding, I don't think that Newcastle United have consistently played "better football" than anyone else in the country over the last forty years or so), but in the realpolitik of the modern game, realising your limitations and maximising them early on can be one of the keys to building success over a period of time.

The problem is that time is the one thing that no Premier League manager has. Unlike further down the ladder, every Premier League match counts. There's no room for error. Newcastle haven't actually been that bad this season (they're eleventh at the time of writing, above such luminaries as Tottenham Hotspur and Middlesbrough), but we already know that Allardyce won't get the two or three years that he needs to lay down his authority at St James Park and set the seal on the way that he wants things to be done. He's costing them millions and millions of pounds, and they won't tolerate two more seasons in mid-table. Fortunately, though, some of the madder elements of the Newcastle support already have a replacement for him already lined up. Alan Shearer.

It's campaigns like this which lead me to the inevitable conclusion that some football supporters deserve anything they get. Shearer is, at the time of writing, taking his coaching badges, but anyone that saw his witless half-time performance on the BBC team during the England vs Croatia match (when his contribution to the attack on McClaren's tactics seemed to be limited to complaining that the players didn't have enough - you've guessed it - "passion") will already know that, however bad Allardyce turns out to be, Shearer will be twenty times worse. Also, Shearer, who has made it more than clear that he wants the Newcastle job, hasn't made any effort to get any coaching experience over the last couple of years. So, replacing Allardyce would be ridiculously expensive and Newcastle fans would be getting someone with no managerial experience that has already demonstrated only that he has the tactical acumen of a water biscuit.

In the harsh glare of the modern football world, even the likes of Newcastle United are now light years away from the top four, and the fact of the matter is that the best that Newcastle can recently hope for in the next three to five years would be to emulate Bolton, Everton or Spurs. Regular UEFA Cup football might not sound like the most exciting thing in the world, but it must be better than whatever the vast majority of the alternatives are. Common sense, though, doesn't often intrude into the rampant egotism and unrealistic pipe dreams of the Premier League - a world in which a club with weekly 52,000 sell-out crowds and an estimated 1,000,000 supporters needs a multi-millionaire in order to secure a regular place in the top ten.

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