Michael Cox

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Siena is a strange little club. The ground, the Stadio Artemio Franchi—which shares its name with Fiorentina’s more renowned stadium 60km north—is the first thing you notice when entering the city from the motorway. The pitch is positioned significantly lower than street level, so it’s entirely possible to watch part of the action without buying a ticket, and the nearby presence of various hotels means that a well-positioned room at the Excelsior or the Chiusarelli affords you a fine view of the action, at roughly the same price as a match ticket.

Siena, a pleasant Tuscan town more famous for Il Palio, the crazy biannual horse race around the city’s main piazza, hardly feels like a football city. The modest size of the club is most apparent from the club’s ‘megastore’, a shop roughly the size of a six-yard box, located down a narrow, steep street on the way to the centre. This is staffed by two elderly ladies, sitting behind bulky desktop computers from the last century, and doubles up as the club’s ticket office. It’s hard to believe this is a Serie A club.

The spectating experience inside the Franchi is hardly a ‘great advertisement for Italian football’, the basis for which everything within football must apparently now be judged. The ultras occupy one stand behind the goal, but the opposite end is generally unoccupied, which looks terrible on television (one of Sky’s early policies in the Premier League era was an instruction to directors not to show camera angles that concentrated on empty stands—this spoiled the viewing experience, apparently).

In fact, the stadium is so basic that Siena don’t end have a proper ‘curva’ at that end of the ground, but rather a few free-standing blocks of temporary seating arranged together in a manner reminiscent of an incomplete Subutteo stadium set. This is Italy, so there’s inevitably a running track separating the stands from the pitch, although it’s been out of action for years, parts of it ripped up to the point that sprinting would be impossible (though it would work naturally as the setting for a 3000m steeplechase). You can understand why the club is attempting to move to a purpose-built complex in the south of the city, with an outrageous underground design which received significant attention a couple of years ago.
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I’ve had the pleasure of watching Lionel Messi play just twice. In both matches, he’s failed to score, which, considering both matches were after his explosion into the greatest player of his generation (circa 2009) is a surely a statistical improbability.

Both times, the general reaction to his display was muted; I’m unquestionably yet to witness a Messi masterclass. However, on both occasions he was quite evidently Barcelona’s best and, most important player. If he were any other person on the planet, his performance would be described as exceptional. From Messi, we expect genius every week.

When Simon Burnton of the Guardian interviewed Billy Beane and asked who the most underrated footballer was, the Moneyball mastermind had a fine answer. “You know, I’d actually say Lionel Messi,” Beane declared. “He’s so remarkable, watching him play, he’s probably still undervalued. When you’re scoring five goals in one Champions League match, there’s no value that’s too high.”

For the majority of top footballers, take away their main asset and they’d become an average player. You can basically do three things when you get the ball: dribble, pass, or shoot. Messi can do each to an astoundingly high level.
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Half of Europe is trying to, but no-one plays football quite like Barcelona: the style is unique, and it demands a very specific skillset from the players.

One result of this is that new signings have to adapt; it’s rare for a new arrival to play the same role at Barcelona as they did at their previous club. David Villa was a central striker with Valencia, while at Barcelona he plays wide-left. Alexis Sanchez was a winger and then a number ten at Udinese; now he wears the number nine shirt and often plays upfront. Javier Mascherano was a holding midfielder; now he’s a centre-back. If you don’t adapt, you don’t fit in. Zlatan Ibrahimovic was sold after a season because he couldn’t adjust his game, while Alex Hleb’s didn’t have the mental capacity to adjust to Guardiola’s regime.

The tale of Cesc Fabregas is more complex. He trained at Barcelona until the age of 16 before moving to Arsenal. There, he spent one-third of his life and the majority of his serious footballing education in London, trained in the Arsenal youth academy and brought up to play in the Premier League. Arsenal and Barcelona are often likened in footballing style, but Arsenal move the ball forward more quickly—Arsene Wenger’s best sides played with pace rather than hoarding the ball like Barca do.

Therefore, like Villa and Sanchez, Fabregas had to adapt. The problem is it’s not clear what he’s meant to become. He arrived at the club as something of a number ten, the highest Arsenal midfielder in a 4-2-3-1. Barcelona don’t play with a 4-2-3-1, and therefore they don’t play a ten. They haven’t for years, which is partly why Juan Roman Riquelme didn’t fit in. Deco, who played at the top of the midfield in a 4-3-1-2 at Porto, had to drop deeper.

But which way is Fabregas going to move? At the start of the season he was pushed into the forward line beside Lionel Messi, and surprised everyone with his goalscoring. Now, Pep Guardiola prefers deploying him much deeper in midfield.

The key word here is patience. The word describes Barcelona’s passing style, it also describes one of the few qualities Fabregas does not have. But this alone doesn’t solve the problem, for Fabregas’ impetuousness affects him regardless of which role he plays. When moved forward at Arsenal, he said, “Now, my position is higher up on the pitch, sometimes I don’t touch the ball as often as I used to, so I have to be patient.” But when talking about adjusting to a midfield role at Barcelona, he says “Playing as an interior means you have to be disciplined, to keep your position, and sometimes I lack the patience of [Sergio] Busquets and Xavi [Hernandez]. It is not easy.”

When high up he wants the ball too quickly, when in midfield he’s too keen to get it forward. He acknowledges this, saying “I always want to get forward, as I was used to at Arsenal, where the football is more nervous.”

Clearly, Guardiola has tried to change his style. Earlier in the season he described Fabregas as bringing ‘anarchy’ to Barcelona’s finely-tuned system, while some coaches at Barcelona were shocked by how direct Fabregas was, accusing him of making Barcelona’s play ‘too English’. He’s still adjusting. “At Arsenal I was free to do whatever I wanted, and tactically I wasn’t good at all. Here I have to work much more for the team and be married to my position. I can’t just go wherever I want, I have to think tactically, and that’s the thing I’ve improved upon.”

But there remains a danger that Fabregas could be coached out of what makes him special. His best moments at Arsenal came from his directness, and when Spain used him as a supersub at the World Cup two years ago, he brought an added burst of ambition to their play—generally replacing the slower, more thoughtful Xabi Alonso. Spain didn’t win the World Cup from tiki-taka—they won it because they combined tiki-taka with more direct options: Fabregas, Pedro Rodriguez, Jesus Navas, Fernando Llorente. They had a plan B, C, D and E, all of which were more direct than their natural ideology, and all of which were needed at some point in the competition. But at Barcelona, the directness comes from Messi and Sanchez, the two major Barcelona attacking options not available to Spain.

I remember reading an interview with England rugby player Jonny Wilkinson back in the early 2000s. I’ve no interest in rugby, but found it fascinating that Wilkinson said he’d become the greatest kicker in the world by completely changing his physical technique and mental preparation, and that there was a period of transition between the two styles, where he could do neither to a high standard.

That seems to be where Fabregas is at the moment. He’s not offering a goal threat nor contributing to great build-up play. He was left out of the Clasico starting XI, a fair decision considering his poor performance at Stamford Bridge last week, but Messi lacked the support Fabregas had been providing early on this season.

Now Barcelona want him to play in a less vertical way. The time has come to look for a replacement for Xavi, especially with nagging injury problems (though don’t be surprised he’s still playing for Barca in four years time) and Fabregas might be the man. But, at the moment, he’s a less able replacement than Andres Iniesta, Sergio Busquets or Thiago Alcantara.

Fabregas looked up to Guardiola when at La Masia—“He was a hero for me…I learned from watching him, the way he passed the ball and calmly controlled the game”—and to suit Guardiola the coach, it seems Fabregas will have to mimic Guardiola the player.

People always like to moan about the Champions League, UEFA’s favourite cash cow, but the reason varies from year to year. This season, we’ve seen some fantastic displays from outsiders at the expense of big clubs, and have a terrific spread of eight quarter-finalists from seven different countries, with Spain’s big two providing the only exception to the rule.

The rich clubs’ dominance of the European Cup is the usual cause for complaint, but now we have to find something new, and the inevitable issue this year is the ‘standard of competition’. Football is a sport ripe for nostalgia, especially considering the huge changes the game have seen over the past couple of decades, and the result is almost every fan looks back on the past with rose-tinted spectacles. It’s difficult to remember competitions from a couple of decades ago in greater depth than the finalists, so people tend to remember the entire competition based upon the standard of the winner. The standard of competition now is no worse than five years ago, or ten years ago. In fact, because of the evolution of the game over the years, it’s almost certainly stronger.

So why would anyone feel the opposite? The truth is that our expectations have been distorted by Barcelona and Real Madrid. The duo may or may not make the final—that depends partly on the draw—but they are by far the strongest teams in this competition. The Premier League’s best two clubs couldn’t get past the group stage, neither could Germany’s champions and league leaders, Borussia Dortmund. France’s top two, Montpellier and PSG, didn’t qualify for the tournament in the first place, while Milan are a decent side but a shadow of the team that was so strong throughout the last decade. If the Champions League was just that—a league—then from this final eight, Barcelona and Real’s dominance wouldn’t be too different from the ludicrous superiority they enjoy in La Liga.
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There is something strangely romantic about the under-appreciated footballer with extraordinary talent . The biography of infamous former Reading striker Robin Friday, for example, was titled The Greatest Footballer You Never Saw. The lack of exposure probably allows a fair amount of creative license, an opportunity for nostalgia to take precedence over raw fact.

In basic terms, it is ludicrous to compare FC Zenit ’s Danny to Friday. Danny, for starters, lives in the age of mass media, satellite television, and the Internet. He also plays at a considerably higher level than Friday, having made his Zenit debut in the European Super Cup where he scored against Manchester United. And he isn’t short of admirers: anyone with more than a passing interest in Russian football is aware of his talent, and anyone who watched the last World Cup will have seen him deployed on the wing for Portugal.

But the point stands: this is a player who deserves widespread acclaim and admiration across the continent. Despite being a key player for the Russian champions (and a club in the knockout stage of the Champions League) in addition to being a regular in the squad for one of the more prominent national sides in Europe, Danny remains something of a mystery.
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Jay DeMerit’s remarkable personal story is well-known to ‘Caps, Watford and USA fans, and now the world via his documentary film detailing his unlikely career. Zonal Marking author and Footy Blog contributor Michael Cox caught up with him at a recent London screening of the film, where they talked Whitecaps, new coach Martin Rennie, and Vancouver’s MLS form during their inaugural season.

One of the key moments in the film of your life (Rise and Shine: The Jay DeMerit Story) concerns you being given the captaincy at Watford – you speak of the pride at being given the armband. Was being captain of a new side important in your decision to come to Vancouver?

Yeah, that was part of the reason why I came to Vancouver. After the World Cup I was a free agent and I had quite a few opportunities to go a lot of places, but ultimately, for me, I don’t play this game for money, I don’t play this game for personal reasons, I play it for the competitiveness, I play it for a role – and Vancouver was the only team that really offered me the role that I wanted. They asked me to come and be their first signing, to be one of the guys they built their team around. To play that role – it’s an amazing honour to be asked that. It’s a challenge – they hadn’t been in MLS before, they’re a brand new team in the league. We struggled this year, but that’s what it’s all about, what’s experience if you can’t use it? I’ve been fortunate enough to have been through a lot, and know soccer at absolutely every level there is, and I know that means something, at least in my own head it does. So if I can help a team or an organisation build with my experience and what I’ve been able to see and do in my career, then for me that’s what it’s all about, that’s what’s most gratifying. Vancouver’s been fantastic in allowing me to do that – and this isn’t over, the challenge continues, and that’s exciting.
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Having not seen the Manchester Derby live, I read about Vincent Kompany’s “controversial” red card before I watched the match. When I saw the incident, I was astonished at how uncontroversial the decision was, at least in my eyes. Kompany launched into the tackle with both feet off the ground.

As soon as I’d realised that (and it was very obvious: ITV commentator Clive Tyldsley mentioned the two-footed nature before the referee had even blown his whistle) I wasn’t concerned whether he won the ball, whether he was particularly high off the ground, or whether his opponents complained. The two-footed tackle is a pointless, pitiful method of attempting to win the ball, which should have no place in football.

The Laws of the Game sets out the description of a challenge that should be penalised with a red card. “Any player who lunges at an opponent in challenging for the ball from the front, from the side or from behind using one or both legs, with excessive force and endangering the safety of an opponent is guilty of serious foul play.” A two-footed tackle almost perfectly fits the ball here – it’s clearly a lunge, using excessive force and endangering the safety of an opponent.
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