Monthly Archives: February 2012

Friendly rivals

They’re an odd couple, Jason McAteer and David May.

One’s skinny, the other’s chubby (don’t tell him that, though). One’s gregarious, the other’s awkward. One’s Irish, the other’s English.

And, of course, one used to play for Liverpool, the other for Manchester United.

“I don’t even like him!” said Treble-winning former United defender May.

“And I can’t stand him!” replied McAteer, the former Liverpool and Republic of Ireland midfielder.

And yet there they both were, joking around and finishing each other’s sentences (ain’t that the sweetest thing?) at Astro’s launch of their Euro 2012 Special Pass like only a couple of former Premier League rival players can.

IT'S GUY LOVE: David May and Jason McAteer seem pretty chummy these days.

Astro Supersport’s Adam C. rather graciously referred to them as Liverpool and Manchester United “legends”, even though the only thing May was famous for was hogging the Champions League trophy during the celebrations in 1999 even though he hadn’t played a single minute of that European campaign, and McAteer for being part of the infamous Spice Boys (the mention of which still irks him) and having hit Roy Keane’s elbow with his face.

(The two had a falling out after Keane’s infamous walk-out on the Republic of Ireland team at the 2002 World Cup, and Keane, as usual, took the law into his own hands during a match against McAteer’s Sunderland.)

Legends they might not be, but well-loved by their fans? Definitely.

McAteer’s “write it in your book” gesture at Keane alone would’ve made him a cult hero in many parts of England (totally worth the rearranged nose, I’m sure), and he wasn’t too bad as Stifler in American Pie either.

And May? He was part of the squad that helped win the Treble, but has more importantly been used by United fans to taunt his former Blackburn teammate Alan Shearer, who rejected the chance to join United twice.

May won more major titles in the Treble-winning season than Alan Shearer's entire career.

His song among the fans goes David May, superstar, got more medals than Shear-er. Clever, eh? The fans probably love him just for that chance to stick it to Shearer.

Anyway, R.AGE got the chance to have a little chat with the two, and here’s what they had to say about Euro 2012, racism in football, and having a good punch-up in the tunnel:

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R.AGE: So, you guys applying for the England job?
Jason McAteer: Considering I’m from Ireland, no! But then again, England do hire anybody, don’t they?

R.AGE: Well if management isn’t for you, any chance you’ll pull a Paul Scholes/Thierry Henry?
JM: I don’t think that’s in my hands. No-one has asked me back to play… That’s telling me something!
David May: You’ve seen him play recently? *shakes head*

R.AGE: This one’s for Jason – Do you and Roy Keane still have your weekly Scrabble nights?
JM: [Laughs] I’m going to let Maysie answer this one…
DM: I’ve not spoken to Roy in years.
JM: I don’t think anyone speaks to Roy…
DM: I don’t think his wife speaks to him.

R.AGE: Ooooh… David, you were known as a real prankster in the United dressing room. Does Alex Ferguson appreciate that kind of stuff?
DM: Yeah! But it wasn’t just me. There was Giggsy, Nicky Butt, Eric (Cantona, duh) – everybody had jokes. Everyone would pull pranks against each other. It was just a thing to get the team to bond. When it comes to that final crunch of a game, when the buck’s against you, you know you can rely on your mates.
JM: It’s an important part of the ingredients for a successful team. You need people like Maysie, to bring laughter to the dressing room, to bring people out of their shells.
DM: A happy dressing room…
Together: … is a good dressing room.

R.AGE: Is the game getting too serious, maybe?
JM: There’re no characters in football anymore.
DM: You stuck the nail on the head there. You don’t hear about people joking or having a laugh now cos it’s too serious.

R.AGE: Is that where this whole racism thing is coming from, people taking some light-hearted banter too seriously?
JM: It’s a terrible thing, racism, but maybe it got a bit out of hand because of the way the media portrayed it, the way it was hyped up. It just escalated.
Suarez said something in his native tongue that was misinterpreted by a player from a rival team, and the media plays on it, and Suarez gets an eight-match ban. Evra then gets abused. It’s something that could have been dealt in the two dressing rooms, between the two managers and the two players coming together and shaking hands on it.
DM: Things like this, years ago, would have been resolved in the tunnel [said with those “if-you-know-what-I-mean” eyes].

R.AGE: By “resolved”, you mean a punch-up?
DM: Yeah, maybe…
JM: It would be. [Turns to Maysie] Seems like everything’s so delicate now, isn’t it?
DM: Yup, delicate. Got to be politically correct, can’t say this, can’t say that.
JM: But where does it end? If I get called a pikey, or someone gets called “big nose”, “ginger head”… We’re all adults. (What Suarez said) wasn’t said in an aggressive, disgusting way. It was to get a reaction from another player. It just got blown out of proportion.

R.AGE: Your life must be so boring now compared to your Spice Boys years?
JM: We didn’t live a glamourous, going out all the time life. It was more of a derogotary term. We don’t find it quite as affectionate as some people think.
We were very professional. Unfortunately we were up against a very similar Man United team – similar in age, in aspirations. Unfortunately, we fell short of the task and Man United won everything, and we got the tag of Spice Boys and it was hard to shake off.
But we trained hard, prepared in the right manner, and we went out at the right time and enjoyed ourselves, but unfortunately Man United got the results and we never.

R.AGE: Did you ever envy Spice Boys?
DM: No. When we played them in 96, in the FA Cup (final), just to see them in their suits for that occasion, we didn’t need any motivating.

R.AGE: Players on social media now – “Like” or “Dislike”?
DM: I don’t understand it, why you’d want to share your day-to-day living with anyone else? It’s a nonsense. I don’t tweet, I don’t have an account or anything.
JM: We get enough abuse actually playing in football matches, from opposing fans or walking down the street. You can easily get abused. So to be active on Twitter is opening your personal life to a world of abuse. I don’t understand why any footballer would want to do that. Twitter, people have the power to write about your family, your wife, your children…

R.AGE: But doesn’t it also help bring the fans closer to the players?
JM: They get close enough every Saturday! And the problem is it brings other players into it, other clubs into it. Actually, football behind the scenes is a very private and confidential place. There’s a lot of things we talk about that we wouldn’t discuss with the outside world. We have a mutual respect for each other. Things like that shouldn’t be shared.
Twitter enables some footballers to abuse it, like Joey Barton. It’s poor, what he does on Twitter. It should be wiped out. Footballers shouldn’t be allowed on Twitter.

R.AGE: Do you still get stick from rival fans?
DM: Yes.

R.AGE: Really? Like when you’re walking down the street?
DM: Yup.
JM: I never understand that! I still don’t understand how people can walk down the street and shout at someone else when they don’t even know them!
DM: That’s the stupid thing. If you’d actually walked over to him, sat down and had a conversation with him, you would probably turn around and say – “I never thought you were like that!”
I’ve heard that so many times: “You’re alright, actually.” How on earth did you think I was? Just because I played for Manchester United, doesn’t mean I’m a horrible person. People perceive you as a totally different thing, and it’s totally wrong.

R.AGE: Who’s the player you hated the most?
JM: [Without batting an eyelid] Robbie Savage.
DM: Dennis Wise.
JM: If it wasn’t for Robbie Savage, it would’ve been Dennis Wise for me too.

R.AGE: Wow. Didn’t have to think long about that one… What’s up with those guys?
DM: (Dennis Wise) was just a horrible little nasty player that would always cause trouble.

R.AGE: Maybe he was misunderstood, you know, like he’s different when he’s off the pitch?
DM: Maybe. I’ve never met him off the pitch, so I can’t say.
JM: Pfft. I have. He’s like that as well.

R.AGE: And Savage?
JM: He’s just a d***.

R.AGE: Who’s your best friend in football?
DM: [Shrugs his shoulders] Don’t have any.
JM: [Thinks for a while] It would have to be Macca. Steve McManaman.

R.AGE: Who do you think is going to win Euro 2012?
JM: The Spanish are going to be very hard to beat. They have the momentum, the confidence, they’re World Champions. They know how to win a tournament.
DM: I think Germany. But then you also have the Dutch. It depends a lot on the draw in the second round. You get these guys picked against each other, one of them has to go out, so it’s difficult to pin-point. But Spain, Germany, Holland… You could probably pick a winner out of the three.

* You can watch all 31 Euro 2012 matches live on Astro this June even if you aren’t a Sports Pack subscriber. Just get Astro’s Euro 2012 “Special Pass” for RM50!

Rise of the Belgians

Ah, the Belgians. What do we make of them?

According to Nigel Powers, father of Austin Powers, they were the people who were so evil (you know, because they share a border with the Dutch), that they created Dr Evil.

Of course, many would find that a little harsh since the Belgians have also given us awesome chocolates, waffles, mussels and pomme frites; but they’re also responsible for Jean-Claude Van Damme. I mean, are we supposed to just forgive them for that? There are some things, like the Street Fighter movie, you just can’t “unsee”.

But thankfully for Belgium, Van Damme’s title as the country’s most famous export after Stella Artois could very well be taken from him by far, far better ambassadors – Belgian football’s Golden Generation.

Led by Manchester City’s Vincent Kompany, the finest defender in the Premier League this season and last by a good mile and a mighty fine captain, Belgium’s youthful national side are now starting to come of age – just in time for World Cup 2014.

Manchester City's Vincent Kompany has the ability to lead Belgium football's golden generation to success.

Not only have they shown great character to win over the fans of their respective clubs and displayed a lot of more talent than Van Damme ever has in a movie career that has somehow survived 27 years, they also don’t end every single movie with a helicopter kick.

Unfortunately, the 2012 European Championships came a little too soon for them and they lost their qualification group to Germany and Turkey. However, in two years, you might find some of the best players in the world lining up for them in Brazil.

New Chelsea signing Kevin De Bruyne, 20, could very well be one of the stars of the Premier League by then. The winger has it all – a great physique, incredible pace, a thunderous shot and fantastic ability with the ball at his feet.

Future Chelsea star Kevin De Bruyne - tall, strong, quick and able to run all day.

Then there’s Lille’s Eden Hazard, 21, Belgium’s Lionel Messi, who will most definitely be a top player at a top club. The race for his signature is already on after he admitted that he’d like to further his career away from Ligue 1 after this season and everybody, and I mean everybody, seems to want him.

Joining the pair to form a dangerous front three could be Moussa Dembélé, 24, the Fulham attacker who is constantly rumoured to be on the radar of the big boys. He’s shown glimpses of his potential at Craven Cottage, but a move to one of the big boys could really see him take his game to the next level.

Genk striker Jelle Vossen could provide a more traditional alternative to attacking midfielder Dembélé. The classy 22-year-old finisher is already beginning to establish himself as Belgium’s first-choice No.9, and could soon be challenged by Chelsea’s 18-year-old man-child Romelu Lukaku.

Two for the future - Chelsea's Romelu Lukaku and Lille's Eden Hazard, both considered among world football's brightest young talents.

In midfield, Belgium also have some very talented players, such as Everton star Maroune Fellaini, 24, who did such a great job stopping David Silva and company during the Toffees’ 1-0 victory over City last week.

Just like Kompany at City and Thomas Vermaelen at Arsenal, Fellaini has become a fan favourite, and not because of his hair (though it certainly helps, like Edgar Davids’ sunglasses), but because like many other Belgian players we’ve seen, he has no airs about him.

Fellaini first caught the eye of Europe’s elite during the 2007/08 season, when he and another two Belgian prospects, teenagers Steven Defour and Axel Witsel, were instrumental in Standard Liege winning their first league title in 25 years.

Defour, who became Standard captain at 19, even famously got a personal message of encouragement from Alex Ferguson after he suffered a broken leg, prompting rumours that Manchester United were poised to sign him (Fergie did eventually sign a Belgian, 15-year-old midfielder Andreas Pereira). You must be a pretty special kid to have a pen pal like Fergie.

The expected high-profile moves didn’t materialise for either player, and they both moved to the Portuguese Primeira Liga at the start of the season – Defour to Porto and Witsel to Benfica. But at 23, these guys still have time to convince the real big boys that they have what it takes.

The area of the pitch where Belgium have the most of talent, however, is at the back.
Apart from Kompany, Belgium also boasts defenders like Vermaelen, Bayern Munich’s Daniel Van Buyten, Ajax captain Jan Vertonghen and his teammate Toby Alderweireld; not to mention Chelsea’s highly-rated 19-year-old goalkeeper Thibaut Courtois.

What sets this group of fine defenders apart is that they’re not just strong, tough defenders, but also fantastic on ball.

Manchester City fans will be well familiar with Kompany’s ability to take the ball out of defense by now, while Arsenal fans have seen Vermaelen score some real thuderbolts having galloped forward with the ball.

Ajax's Toby Alderweireld, a tough defender famous for scoring spectacular long range goals.

But in Belgium, it is Alderweireld, 22, who has the reputation for blockbuster goals, while teammate Vertonghen, 24, is very much like Vermaelen, capable of bringing the ball forward which also allows him to play on the left-side of defense.

With such a talented collection of ball-playing defenders, Belgium will be able to construct moves from the back and play their way out of trouble, something which could give them a unique advantage.

It’s difficult to pin-point exactly where or how this golden generation of players came about, but there is one factor that could have been instrumental, one which brings to mind another classic Nigel Powers line: “There’s only two things I hate in this world. People who are intolerant of other people’s cultures, and the Dutch.”

Belgian football seems to have successfully intergrated Belgians of “other cultures”, so to speak.

Romelu Lukaku’s father, for example, played international football for Zaire. Dembele’s father is from Mali. Pereira is from Brazil. Witsel’s father was a footballer from Martinique. Fellaini’s parents are from Morocco.

Everton's Marouane Fellaini is one of several players in the Belgian team that are of foreign descent. His parents are from Morroco.

Even their captain, Kompany, is a two-time winner of the Belgian league’s annual Ebony Shoe award, for the best player of African descent.

The Ebony Shoe has been around since 1992, but before Kompany first won in 2004, it went mainly to players who were actually African, with Emile Mpenza the only Belgian recipient before him.

The fact that Belgium’s golden generation is emerging right at the same time as these players of foreign descent could be a coincidence, but we’ve seen the same happen with Germany and their many players of Turkish and Polish descent.

This is, of course, very different from the countries that naturalise foreign football players who have absolutely nothing to do with their adopted nation, just so they can play better football.

Kompany, for instance, visited his father’s homeland for the first time just recently, as an ambassador for a charity project. He’s Belgian through and through.

So this Belgian national team, they’re not exactly like what we know about Belgium. They’re not evil, and they’re certainly not cheesy martial arts knuckleheads who can’t act to save their lives. They’re the real deal, and they’re showing the rest of the world how you can find strength in diversity through football.