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Tradition in Fashion

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Alex Ferguson once said everyone’s so stylish in Milan, all the women look like Miss World contestants.

Coming from an old dude from Scotland, that’s really not saying much.

But last week, I had the chance to find out for myself, to see if Fergie’s taste in style and women is as good as his eye for players.

I was sent to cover the Canali fashion show in Milan, which on any other weekend would already be an awesome enough experience.

But last weekend was different. One of the first things I had to do when I arrived was ask our taxi driver if there was any chance I could get tickets for what would be an even greater showcase – the Derby Della Madonnina.

Taking its name from the statue of the Virgin Mary on top of the Duomo di Milano (the Milan Cathedral), the Milan derby between Associazione Calcio Milan and Football Club Internazionale Milano (you could, of course, just call them AC and Inter Milan) is a spectable every bit as grand as the marbled walls of the Duomo.

Everybody in town seemed buzzed about the game. It just seemed to take hold of the entire city. Everybody is a fan one of the clubs, or at least the daugther or wife of a fan.

People were walking around in their club scarves, and the sports channels were already showing previews of the game – featuring some mighty good-looking female presenters – several hours before kick-off.

It was just hours and hours of interviews with experts, coaches, former players and a whole bunch of other people I don’t know and definitely did not understand. I didn’t mind, of course, because it meant I’d have more time to ogle the presenters.

I had an interview of my wn in Milan too, because my assignment included some time to speak with Paolo and Elisabetta Canali, grandchildren of the founders of Canali and the people currently running it. They too, have their football allegiances.

After a long interview about trends in formalwear, the hallmarks of traditional Milanese style and them being the current torch-bearers of a generations-old fashion company, we hit them with the big question: AC or Inter?

“There is a bit of a family divide!” said Elisabetta after having a bit of a laugh. “It has caused quite a lot of problems.”

Apparently, while their fine tradition in suit-making survives through the generations, football loyalties don’t last quite that long in the Canali family.

“It always skips a generation,” said Paolo with a wry smile. “My father is an Inter fan, I am a Milan fan, and now my son supports Inter.”

Not surprisingly, our taxi driver, an AC Milan fan, told me to forget about getting tickets at the San Siro for this game. It would be completely packed.

I then asked if he would be going, and he said: “No. I have two children,” with a sucks-to-be-me look on his face.

Just as well for me, because a stab wound from some of Italy’s infamous ultras fans probably wouldn’t have made a good accessory for the fashion show the next day. And I’d probably get intimidated by another huge African guy into paying him five euros for a piece of string “for African football” that was forcibly tied onto my wrist, which is exactly what happened when I visited the Sforza Castle. Travellers to Milan, beware. Do not make eye contact with them.

Zanetti(left) and van Bommel were two of the 12 payers oer the age of 30 who played in the Milan derby

In any case, the atmosphere was pretty good around town on the day of the match.

At the pizzeria where we eventually settled down to watch the game with a feast of seafood pasta, pizza and wine, everyone was engrossed in the game – even the waiters.

Of course, Fergie was right. Everyone in Milan – young and old, male or female – is just ridiculously and effortlessly stylish.

Unfortunately, I can’t quite say the same about their football. The game was, in purely footballing terms, a labourious affair.

Inter were content to sit-back and contain their cross-town rivals, who were too blunt in attack to break them down.

It was simply a case of who could be worse, and in the end the game was decided by a defensive error. AC Milan’s Ignacio Abate misjudged the flight of a long pass, which landed at Diego Milito’s feet, and his expert finish was one of very few moments of style and quality in the game. Final score, 1-0 to Inter, and bragging rights for the next couple of months to their fans.

And it’s no surprise either how laboured the pace of the game was. There were 12 players 30 years or older on the pitch, five for Milan, seven for Inter.

While Manchester United and Arsenal have recently reached into the past to help them through a difficult patch, it seems the Milan clubs have never truly emerged from it.

Players like Alessandro Nesta, 35, Mark van Bommel, 34, and Gianluca Zambrotta, 34, all started the match for Milan while Clarence Seedorf, who will be 36 this year, came off the bench.

And that’s not including players like Filippo Inzaghi, 38, and Gennaro Gattuso, 34, who are both still on the club’s books.

Inter do not have legends of the same age group as that generation of Milan players, but don’t be surprised if they held on to their heroes from the 2009/10 Treble-winning season for several more years, even though they all seem to be past it even in their early 30s.

But to be fair to them, keeping Javier Zanetti around, Serie A’s answer to Ryan Giggs and the oldest player on the pitch, has worked out pretty well.

The 38-year-old was exceptional as usual in his midfield role, but still didn’t have the vigour and invention needed to bring Inter out of thier defensive shell.

The mediocrity of the derby seemed to me a reflection of the rest of the Italian league, where the table shows a significantly higher number of draws compared to the Premier League.

In the notoriously tactical and slow-paced Serie A, the top five have already played out 25 stalemates in 18 rounds of games. In the Premier League the top five have just 17 draws, having played three more rounds of games.

If you just take the top two, Juventus and Milan have drawn eight and four times respectively. United and City only have three each.

Also, United and City have scored over 100 goals between them. Juventus and Milan? They have less than 70. That’s less than England’s current fourth and fifth best teams, Chelsea and Arsenal.

Of course these statistics could also mean that the rest of the league in Italy is stronger, that the other teams pose more of a threat to the top five.

Based on what I saw during Derby Della Madonnina, however, I find it unlikely.

Milan were the highest scorers in the league with 37 goals, but there was nothing in the performance of their attackers, the predictably unpredictable Zlatan Ibrahimovic, the struggling Alexandre Pato, or ex-Portsmouth player Kevin-Prince Boateng, to prove they could achieve the same status in the Premier League.

Still, in a city where it can be fashionable to be traditional, perhaps there is more to football than just a deluge of goals, or adrenaline-boosting, fast-paced football featuring expensive foreign imports who know little of the traditions of the club or the cities in which they have been adopted as idols.

As it is in life, there are some finer things in football as well, such as the charm of a club steeped in tradition, or the joy of supporting a club based solely on that tradition and not on whether they are playing well.

The football at the Derby Della Madonnina might have been a little slow and cautious for my liking, but the experience of watching an entire city divided and united at the same time over one game, gave me a new appreciation for an entirely different aspect of the beautiful game.

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The year that was

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Many of you young ‘uns reading this column will probably not remember the simpler times in football.

When I first started watching football, “diving” was the apocalyptic force threatening to destroy the beautiful game, and David Beckham wearing a sarong was the most sordid story of the decade.

But now, we live in a rather darker age of evil agents, petulant millionaire players, indiscriminate billionaire club owners, court injunctions, vice girls, racism claims, and idiotic fans who make vile chants and even worse postings on social media.

It would’ve been nice to end the year on a positive note, but with Manchester City on top of the Premier League, there really isn’t much to celebrate in football, is there? It’s like Santa didn’t know which Manchester club I was referring to (if you’re reading this, Mr Claus, Manchester United are the nice ones and Manchester City are the naughty ones… Please refer to your individuals list and look up “Mario Balotelli”).

So instead, this festive season, now that all hope for the game is gone with Sepp Blatter still reigning over football like Kris Jenner over the Kardashians, let’s take a look back at how truly depressing 2011 has been for football.

And what better place to start counting down the problems in football this year than the latest biggie – racism.

Now before you Liverpool fans start following the wonderful example of your players and set up a stall around the city selling replica Luis “Not-A-Racist” Suarez warm-up kits, do consider the “facts”, as one of your beloved former managers would have you do.

Suarez has more or less admitted to calling Patrice Evra “negrito”, and pleading ignorance shouldn’t be enough to let him off the hook.

Thanks to Suarez, the word "negrito" will now forever be part of football vocab.

He and his new BFF Gus Poyet say that negrito isn’t a racially insulting term back home in Uruguay. Suarez has played for five years in Europe. Don’t tell me he doesn’t know that black people don’t appreciate being referred to as a “little black man”, in whatever language or socio-geographic context.

Also, Wayne Rooney was given a two-match ban for his spontaneous swearing at a TV camera in the heat of excitement of a goal celebration. Why shouldn’t Suarez be punished for surreptitiously using an obviously incendiary term towards a fellow professional in a quiet aside?

I’ve heard fans decry the charges against Suarez and John Terry on the basis that they are not racists. Liverpool’s extraordinarily strong-worded defense of Suarez included a quote from Evra saying he did not believe Suarez was racist.

But that’s beside the point. You don’t have to be inherently racist in order to say something racist, in very much the same way you don’t have to be a serial killer to be red-carded for violent conduct; and when you say something racist against a fellow professional on the football pitch, you should get a ban. Eight games is a bit heavy-handed, but the principle behind it is sound.

Why? Because fans out there these days are that stupid. Which brings me to my next point – idiotic fans.

Let’s not even go into the Chelsea fans chanting “you know exactly what you are” at Anton Ferdinand (the player Terry allegedly called a ****ing black ****), or the death threats he’s received over the whole issue.

All you need to prove just how senselessly tribal the support in football has become in 2011, is read a message former Liverpool player Stan Collymore received on Twitter last week.

The tweet, from a certain @JonJuwanson, read: “@StanCollymore do us a favour Stan and go hang yourself like Gary Speed did please. Ok Negrito”

(Ironically, Collymore had been trying to highlight the level of racist abuse Evra was receiving after the FA’s verdict on Suarez.)

For starters, this pea-brained imbecile’s mention of the word “negrito” alone justifies the Football Association’s action against Suarez. Football has really taken to social media in 2011, with fans and players alike getting more engaged, especially on Twitter where everything has the potential to be amplified by a gazillion times.

But with great power comes great stupidity. The FA were right to make an example of Suarez to send out a message to fans that using such language, with malicious intent or otherwise, is wholly unacceptable.

Even the British police have said that such hateful language on Twitter should be reported and dealt with as a “hate crime”, so why shouldn’t the FA take action too when it happens on the football pitch?

But what made me truly sick to the stomach is how football fans are willing to stoop that low, to become that blinded by hatred to even dare mention Speed’s death in such a manner, all in support of a football club. Hooliganism is back in football – it’s just not manifested in stadiums any more.

The tragic death of Wales Manager and former Newcastle & Bolton player Gary Speed this year - probably the darkest moment in the history of the Premier League.

What makes it even more sad is that Collymore had been documenting his own battle against depression on Twitter.

For the younger football fans who read this space, footballers back in Collymore’s time weren’t all rich enough to buy flash cars and then fill them up with raw fish for a laugh (like City’s players did to Balotelli earlier this year), or tweet pictures of their expensive hair transplants and then ask “Why not?” (Rooney, also this year).

Many of them had to actually worry about life after football. I remember watching a short feature on a player from the early days of the Premier League who now operates heavy machinery in a construction firm. Can you imagine Fernando Torres with a hard-hat on top of his perfect blond highlights after he retires? He’ll probably spend the rest of his days sipping fancy cocktails on a beach made out of cosmic sand imported from the moon.

Inadvertently, Torres has become associated with that other evil rearing its head in football this year – money. The fact that he’s only scored three league goals for Chelsea for the whole of 2011 has only served to exacerbate the problem.

Torres is the poster boy for the current Chelsea regime’s excesses, as much as Carlos Tevez is for Manchester City’s.

Here are players who deserted clubs and fans who adored them, for teams who just so happened to offer them more money.

Both have since then decided to take pot-shots at their former clubs, trying to justify their greed and treachery with talk of unfulfilled promises, feeling unappreciated, etc. Gimme a break. At least Ashley Cole had the balls to say he was leaving for the money.

And at least Torres looks like he’s trying, and it looks like it actually bothers him that he’s not scoring. Tevez on the other hand, in one of the most enduring images of the year, will be remembered for sulking on the bench and refusing to go on as a substitute in the Champions League. He’s now AWOL in Argentina, playing golf and singing karaoke while pocketing £250,000 (RM1.25mil) a week.

While Tevez and Torres represent coddled millionaire footballers of their respective oil-funded clubs, there is one player, previously untouchable, that summed up the excesses of an entire generation of British footballers this year.

Throughout 2010, we heard tales of indiscretion featuring England players from bad boy Wayne Rooney to Dad-of-the-Year John Terry. But it was nothing compared to the shocking revelations surrounding Ryan Giggs’ private life that came to light at the end of last season.

We thought we had seen it all with the Terry-Wayne Bridge non-handshake, but football had other ideas.

The woman who broke Manchester United fans' hearts around the world.

An attempted court “super injunction” to cover up his affair with former Miss Wales Imogen Thomas, and another long-term affair with his own sister-in-law helped Giggsy top all the wanton antics of his fellow British players in 2011.

So who knows what the end of this season in English football will bring? We’ve already had an eventful end to 2011, to say the least. Personally, I’m hoping for simpler times again.

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Speaking to a Lady

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A couple weekends ago, I was sent for a Lady Gaga showcase and interview in Singapore.

I’ve been lucky enough to have already met and interviewed her once before, so this time there was sorta less pressure. Plus I remembered how nice she was the first time. She’s really down-to-earth and sweet, and she made us feel really comfortable the last time.

And somehow, Gaga always brings the best out of me. I remember how easy it was writing the first interview, and how easy everything just came out. She’s just such a fascinating personality to write about, and her quotes are always so powerful and emotive.

Anyway, just thought I’d share the article I wrote on that second interview. It was published last Thursday in StarTwo. Hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it =)

 

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The Lady has arrived

Lady Gaga at her showcase two weeks ago in Singapore

Lady Gaga at her showcase two weeks ago in Singapore

 

The biggest artiste in the world. Those are pretty big shoes to fill – not that big, clunky shoes aren’t Lady Gaga’s thing – but that’s how they introduced Gaga at a press conference in Singapore last week, just hours before she took to the stage at Marina Bay Sands to put on one helluva show.

Okay, so maybe the guy who said that might have been overstating a bit, being one of her record label bosses, but you can’t really argue with him – the Lady is a monster of a performing artiste.

In terms of album sales, Born This Way has sold over five million copies in just over a month, and that’s to go with the 14 million albums she’s already sold in a career that, though it rarely feels that way, is just less than three years old.

And then there’s the cultural impact. There were fans there waiting the entire day outside Marina Bay Sands who knew her bodyguard’s name, how tall she was, which hotel she stayed at during her last tour stop, how often she does yoga and pretty much any kind of ridiculous trivia you can think of to ask.

And these fans aren’t the hysterical star-gazers smitten by their idol’s good looks (obviously). They feel a very real sort of connection with her, they feel like she understands them, that she cares for them.
But that’s what the best performing artistes do – they don’t just communicate, they connect; and at her hour-long showcase that night, boy, did she connect.

If you want to watch a real superstar in action, a performer at the peak of her powers, get yourself tickets to a Gaga gig because she is the sh*t.

Gaga doing her thing on stage

Gaga doing her thing on stage

She’s just one of those artistes that has so much creativity, so much talent that it just seems to ooze out, from her every move, her every note, her every pore.

During her concert in Singapore, she did a lot of her new material – Born This Way opened, Edge Of Glory was electrifying and Judas was the encore; plus a couple of “old” tracks too, Just Dance and Bad Romance.

Not that I had to pay for it, but I would pay just to watch her usual party piece where she gets on the piano. That, for me, is when she’s in her element. She went from an almost heart-wrenching rendition of Hair, to an a**-kicking, smoking-hot belting of You And I where she really let her vocals soar. Take away the crazy hair, the weird shoes and ridiculous outfits, and this lady can still rock it out with the best.

Gaga on the piano

Gaga on the piano

The concert did, however, come with an eerie reminder of another artiste who had filled similarly big shoes – Michael Jackson, whose songs they were playing before the show started.

In many ways, Gaga and MJ are the same – uncompromising live performers who leave everything out there on the stage, preachers of a message of love, and artistes who had an impact way beyond the confines of music. On stage, she is – possibly quite literally (if you believe the tabloids) – like Michael Jackson on crack; a post-modern, counterculture version of the King of Pop.

At the press conference was another ominous reminder. It was held at an exhibition in Marina Bay Sands’ ArtScience Museum on Vincent van Gogh, the talented but tortured painter. Well I’m not saying Gaga is gonna chop off her ear and shoot herself in the chest, but it was hard not to draw comparisons between the three exquisitely gifted artistes.

WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL?: Gaga at the press conference.

WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL?: Gaga at the press conference.

Speaking to a Lady

What’s different about Gaga, is that while the other two struggled with being different, Gaga accepts it, and celebrates it.

When I first interviewed her two years ago, she was just starting to hit superstardom, and she said the biggest misconception about her was that Lady Gaga is just a persona. Gaga is who she is, and she won’t be changing for anyone.

“I can’t ditch (the persona). It’s who I am,” she said back then. “I got to where I am by making a conscious decision to give up everything and live a life of music. Some people find it so eccentric, they say ‘she’s a character’, but the truth is, I just really live and breathe music.”

Two years on, she’s a full-blown superstar, the biggest artiste in the world. Somehow, the themes we talked about still felt very much the same – self-acceptance, tolerance, art, and celebrating life.

Does she still feel misunderstood now that her fan base has, like, really exploded?

“No, I don’t,” she said, pausing for a while, as she often did to ponder the perfect answer. “I think the beauty of what I create is that it’s all up to misinterpretation.”

It’s that kind of almost hippie-like self-acceptance she has, of being at peace with the inevitability of being misunderstood, that really makes you feel better about yourself when you’re talking to her.

The word “taboo”, she says, doesn’t exist in her vocabulary. She doesn’t want to be “provocative just for the sake of of being provocative”, but strives to make her art thought-provoking because to her, nothing should be beyond discussing.

Everything about her seems to make sense once you’re in a room with her. You sort of get what was with the crazy outfits, the weird videos, the making-an-entrance-in-an-egg thing.

Her most pervading, underlying message, however, is pretty simple to catch.

“I believe that art and love are the same thing, so as long as we can push the boundaries of art, we can push the boundaries of love and acceptance, and I intend to push quite forward,” she said.

That was the main message of Born This Way, which Gaga said was to push the boundaries “whether it be political, religious or social; or whether it just be for that one 15-year-old in high school who gets bullied and is afraid to go to class.”

With all that talent and success, and that larger-than-life personality, you’d be forgiven for forgetting that Gaga was just a normal girl who had a dream.

Before she was famous, Gaga lived in a small New York apartment, where she would play songs by her favourite artistes, put on her outfits, and dance out on the fire escape.

“I used to dream when I was 12 or 13 years old that some day I would get to wear Gianni Versace. I would look at all of the legends I really worshipped, and I would imagine that I could someday make an impact on the universe the way that they did.

“I had this whole elaborate video planned for Edge Of Glory, but once I got out on that fire escape and danced in that one outfit I realised that it was time to just have a moment of acknowledgment for myself as a 25-year-old who’s been working so hard from the bottom up my whole life,” she said.

But it’s not just a moment to admire her achievements. For Gaga, it’s about doing even more.

“They just told me the other day we’re at five million records worldwide, and it’s been only over a month. Where can I take this record? How far can it go? How much can we push the boundaries?” she said, pausing again to laugh a bit at herself.

While smiling sheepishly at herself, she added: “I just love art so much I talk about it like it’s the centre of the universe. I’m sorry if I sound hyperbolic, but it’s the centre of my universe.”

Group photo! You can't meet Gaga and not ask for a photo, right? =P The others are journalists from around the region.

Group photo! You can't meet Gaga and not ask for a photo, right? =P The others are journalists from around the region.

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Villas-Boas SO not like Mourinho

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People in football are often very diplomatic in interviews.

They’re very complimentary, very safe, and they try their best not to step on anybody’s toes with what they say.

I spoke to Edwin van der Sar recently, and he wouldn’t even name the best player he’d ever played with to avoid offending the others!

It was nice of him, but honestly, it’s the ones who aren’t like that that make the best interviews for us journalists – your Mourinhos, Ferdinands, Maradonas, etc. Spoke to John Barnes a couple months ago, and he didn’t mind saying what was wrong with his former club Liverpool at all.

Mourinho’s first press conference as Chelsea manager is already the stuff of legends. “Maybe I am a special one,” he proclaimed with that now trademark upturned nose.

And he was. So why not say it as it is?

Now Andre Villas-Boas, the new Chelsea manager, has been touted as Mourinho’s Mini-Me but at his press conference in Malaysia just a couple hours ago, it became immediately apparent that you won’t be getting any of those outrageous Mourinho-isms with this guy.

It’s not a bad thing. It’ll just be less fun for the press.

Naturally, journalists will sniff for an outrageous quote with some probing questions, trying to get something out of the ordinary. It’s their job.

Some interviewees will be more than glad to oblige, while others prefer to take the sting out of those questions by giving some off-the-mill response.

From what I heard at that press conference, Villas-Boas is definitely in the latter category.

He downright refused to answer a question about Luka Modric, gave the most non-committal, convoluted answer you could imagine when I asked whether he’d be buying British players like Dalglish and Ferguson have, and really didn’t make any of the outrageous statements that were Mourinho’s bread and butter.

Again, it’s not a bad thing. The point is, he’s not like the “Secial One” at all.

Though he owes much of his football education to the Special One, “AVB” – as some fans now refer to him as – seems a completely different manager to Mourinho.

He seems grounded where Mourinho was arrogant, gracious where Mourinho was grating, and sensible where Mourinho would prefer to be outrageous.

He was bright, down-to-earth (he smiled and responded directly to each journalist who asked a question) and yet very confident. Mourinho, on the other hand, was often summed up in just one word – brash.

While Mourinho operated on extremes, AVB seems much more balanced. Perhaps he’ll provide that stability that Chelsea need now after Ancelotti’s ridiculous sacking.

But then again, what do I know? I’ve only seen a bunch of his interviews on TV and attended one press conference. Chelsea fans will just have to wait and see how things go when the season kicks off.

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Captain Malaysia

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There’s a famous char koay teow stall in Kelana Jaya, outside the Football Association of Malaysia (FAM) building, that’s become like the unofficial meet-up point for those who’ve any business with the FAM.

If you’re a fan of the national football team – and don’t tell anyone I told you this – all you have to do to meet them is have a char koay teow at the corner lot restaurant whenever there’s national team training.

You might have to wait quite a while, cos you won’t know what kind of crazy-ass training schedule DATUK (that’s right, b*tches) K. Rajagobal has in store for them that day, but you’ll see at least a few of them there if you wait long enough.

Fortunately for me, I only had to wait like 30mins for my meet-up with Malaysia skipper Safiq Rahim, the midfield general who has been driving the Harimau Malaya forward since he helped them bag the SEA Games gold medal.

The young Malaysia skipper has a lot on his hands these days.

The young Malaysia skipper has a lot on his hands these days.

It’s not easy to get a hold of him. He has a manager these days, and word on the street (I’ve always wanted to say that =P ) is he gets so many offers to do advertisements and events now that he has to start charging for appearances.

Fortunately for me, our meeting at the char koay teow place was already like the fourth interview I’ve had with him, though I still can’t tell if he actually remembers me. I don’t think he particularly fancies these interviews. He might be a Tiger on the pitch, but he always seems a little reticent when it comes to media stuff.

Anyway, it was more of an informal meeting, thanks to friends of his management, and I really only wanted to ask him about the three big friendlies the Tigers have coming up – against Premier League giants Chelsea, Arsenal and Liverpool.

“Actually the most important thing now is the World Cup qualifier against Taiwan,” he said in Bahasa, succinctly, as usual.

“The friendlies are just for experience. The qualifier is what we’re really training hard for now.”

I guess the focus paid off – Malaysia saw off Taiwan on away goals to qualify for the second phase, where we will have to beat neighbours Singapore in order to keep our World Cup dreams alive.

But now that’s out of the way for the time being, Safiq will be keen to get the most out of the matches against three of the EPL’s Big Four.

“We’re excited to be playing against them, and we want to show what we are capable of, that our standards aren’t so different from theirs. Okay, maybe it is quite different, but we will play as well as we can to make it not that obvious,” he added sheepishly.

When I ask which club he’s looking forward to play the most, he answers immediately: “Arsenal. Because I’m a midfielder, and they have such a great midfield, probably better than Chelsea and Liverpool.”

I added that Cesc Fabregas might not even be around when the time comes, but Safiq isn’t bothered.

“They still have Nasri, Ramsey… We can learn a lot from them. Their style of play is more exciting than Chelsea and Liverpool,” he said.

Safiq has been leading the Tigers forward, and insists they will be aiming for a victory against Chelsea, Liverpool and Arsenal.

Safiq insists him and his teammates will be aiming for a victory against Chelsea, Liverpool and Arsenal.

I know it’s sort of a duh question, but I had to ask anyway – does he think the Tigers can beat any of the three teams?

“Our mentality is to always play for the win. But the results always depend on the game itself. You’ll just have to wait and see. Personally, I always think we can win,” he said.

Having gotten all the quotes I wanted for him, we started talking about his favourite players – Xavi, Iniesta, Scholes – as I finally got to stuff my face into a steaming plate of super-delish char koay teow – kerang, prawns and all. It was so good, I even tapau-ed some for that ravenous flock back in Menara Star otherwise known as the R.AGE team. We are very Malaysian that way.

I noticed however, that Safiq wasn’t having any. Now that, my fellow Malaysians, is true dedication to the cause.

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Expensive Englishmen

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IT’S one of those things you hear so often that you just sort of accept it as truth – in this day and age, English football players cost more.

That, my friends, is how ghost stories, mysterious UFO sightings, Bigfoot and the perception of Taylor Swift as a singer came about.

As illogical and ridiculously far-fetched as the stories are, if you repeat them often enough, there will be people who wouldn’t bother to ask why and just accept it because they’ve heard a similar story from someone else.

And so it is with English players, and the completely and utterly senseless upward trend in their value.

Why are English players like Man Utd's Phil Jones so expensive?

Why are English players like Man Utd's Phil Jones so expensive?

How many times have you heard someone on the telly say in regards to some transfer rumour: “Well, he’s English so he’ll cost more”, or someone in the pub say: “Twenty million quid for Jordan Henderson? That’s alright, y’know, since he’s English”?

Now I’m no economics expert (to be honest, I can barely get my own taxes right)– and I’m just guessing here – but don’t you only pay more for products/services of better quality?

While there’s an abundance of “mini-Xavis” and “mini-Iniestas” to be poached from Barcelona using the new and improved “Arsenal method” (that’s poaching them before they turn 18, because Spanish clubs aren’t allowed to offer professional contracts to under-18s), Manchester United have nevertheless splurged a reported £20mil (RM110mil) on Phil Jones, while Liverpool paid £55mil (RM302.5mil) for Andy Carroll and Henderson.

Admittedly, Carroll’s “Because you’re worth it” pony-tail alone is worth £5mil, but what about Jones, who has played less than a season of first team football? What about their £17mil (RM93.5mil) purchase of Ashley Young, who would cost nothing when his contract expires next season?

I'm almost positive Dalglish actually paid the 35 million pounds just to own the secret to Andy Carroll's hair.

I'm almost positive Dalglish actually paid the 35 million pounds just to own the secret to Andy Carroll's hair.

And then there’s the recent failure of England’s Young “Lions” at the European Under-21 Championships, where Henderson was to be the source of midfield inspiration to match the likes of Barcelona’s Thiago Alcantara, the new Xavi.

But look how it turned out. Henderson, who has more top-flight experience than Alcantara, played like Joey Barton minus the aggression (what’s left, really?), while Alcantara was showcasing his magical abilities by scoring an outrageous 40-yard free-kick in the final to continue Spain’s domination of world football.

That’s the difference in quality the English clubs have been paying for. The English youngsters slogged and laboured throughout the tournament without producing a single win, and scoring just two goals.

The Spanish on the other hand, played with imagination and freedom, scoring six goals in the group stage alone.

I know it’s unfair to compare them to the Spanish now. After World Cup 1998, we were all saying the English should follow the French model, and look where they are now, and what trouble John Terry and Wayne Bridge got themselves into.

Vanessa Perroncel: Not the French model people were referring to.

Vanessa Perroncel: Not the French model people were referring to after World Cup 1998.

But the numbers don’t lie. Reports on Monday said Arsene Wenger bid £18mil (RM99mil) for Juan Mata, another exquisitely talented young Spaniard who I’m sure has a superb “eye” for a killer pass (Get it? Get it? Mata?), and he also has considerable top-flight experience with Valencia CF.

Worst still, Mata’s teammate Jeffren Suarez, who scored the winner in the U-21 Championships semi-finals, is merely being used as makeweight in Barcelona’s attempts to sign Cesc Fabregas and Alexis Sanchez.

The important thing to remember here is I’m not arguing about the merits of signing English players – though it didn’t hurt Arsenal one bit that Wenger had accumulated about half the French squad post-1998.

I think it’s great that Alex Ferguson and Kenny Dalglish see the importance in investing in British players, not just on moral grounds and principle, but also because they know the style of play.

But why the vast difference in value? Why would Liverpool have to pay £35mil (RM192.5mil) for Andy Carroll, who had just half a season of top flight football under him, while World Cup-winner David Villa cost £34mil (RM187mil)? Age difference is one thing, but honestly, Carroll will never be the player Villa is.

The England seniors haven't exactly bathed themselves in glory recently either.

The England seniors haven't exactly bathed themselves in glory recently either.

And I’ve always been an advocate for English players. My stance has always been that players like Wayne Rooney, Frank Lampard, Steven Gerrard, Rio Ferdinand, heck, even Ashley Cole, could make it in almost any team in the world.

But based on current trends, it’s more likely that if you bought yourself one of these over-priced footballers, they’d be more likely to end up in court over some pub brawl, fail to gel as a team, and be caught up in a seedy sex scandal involving one or more sex workers or, if you consider the wider scope of British players, sisters-in-law.

In the end, the only theory I have for this abberation of economics is that English football is where the money is, and English clubs will always have a moral obligation to sign English players – even if you are Manchester City.

So naturally, with all these clubs (which is in fact only the Big Five) scrambling for so, so few good English players, I guess it makes sense that their prices go up a bit.

So, the next time one of those loud, obnoxious, know-it-all football fans in the pub half-drunkedly yells at you, “Twenty million for Henderson is a’ight – he’s English!” you can challenge him to tell you why, and you’d at least have one (questionable) answer to his nothing.

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Rumour has it

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It’s been a while since I posted anything here, and I’ve been quite eager to get back to writing, especially with all the transfers going on.

I’ve been kept busy by this leadership training thingy The Star asked some of us to do, and I’m finally graduating tomorrow (fingers crossed), after SEVEN months of seminars, workshops, talks and projects. The last project was a real killer, but thankfully, I survived.

But if there’s one thing the programme taught me, it’s that talent is incredibly important to any organisation.

The same goes with football clubs, and I’m glad my club Manchester United has been investing wisely in youth once again.

As for the other clubs, business has been slow as usual – they never get anything done until the last second.

But there have been plenty of mooted moves so far, hot off the transfer rumour mill, and here’s what I think about some of the bigger ones:

Cesc Fabregas to Barcelona

Time for Arsenal to cash in.

Time for Arsenal to cash in.

I think this move should be wrapped as as soon as possible, for Arsenal’s sake.

With his hamstrings troubles and problematic ankle, Fabregas was not his unplayable self for many games last season.

Samir Nasri, on the other hand, was much more dangerous in central midfield, but was often forced to play out of position to accomodate Fabregas and Jack Wilshere.

I say sell Fabregas, and use the money to tie Nasri down to a long-term deal, and make Nasri-Wilshere the central midfield partnership of Arsenal’s future. And don’t forget, Arsenal also have Aaron Ramsey.

More importantly, with the amount of money he’ll get, Arsene Wenger would get to invest in the positions that really need it – centreforward, left-back and left-midfield.

Alexis Sanchez to Barcelona/Manchester City

Not sure if his style suits Barcelona. 35 million pounds would be a lot of money for a player who might not fit in.

Not sure if his style suits Barcelona. 35 million pounds would be a lot of money for a player who might not fit in.

I don’t think this would be a good move for Barcelona.

Sanchez is the kind of player that holds on to the ball a lot. He’s a bit like one of those Cristiano Ronaldo showboating types – stepovers and all that.

That’s not a bad thing. He’d be brilliant for teams like Manchester City, Manchester United or Real Madrid, where their style of play relies on that kind of individual skill.

But with Barcelona, it’s all about the clockwork passing, the incessant rhythm and movement that bamboozles oppositions and creates space.

Messi might be the master of dribbling, but he only dribbles to create space for the pass or the finish, he never stands still with the ball.

Sanchez is not like that. He holds on to the ball in wide positions and his first instinct is not the next pass or where his teammates are. His instinct is to beat the defender in front of him, and then he’ll think about the pass.

Barcelona would be better off promoting a young midfielder who understands their style of play, give him some top-level experience and mould him for the future, rather than to gamble  a fortune on Sanchez.

David de Gea to Manchester United

Hasn't proved himself in those pressure cooker situations, and is a bit lightweight - could have trouble dealing with crosses and set-pieces.

Might lack the experience to deal with the pressures of playing for United in the EPL, and is a bit lightweight - could have trouble dealing with crosses and set-pieces.

He’s essentially a mini version of Edwin van der Sar, but he has so, so little experience.

No offense, but the pressures of playing for Atletico Madrid in La Liga is different compared to Manchester United in the Premier League.

I’m not convinced by de Gea yet. I would have been more comfortable with Maarten Stekelenburg, the giant Ajax keeper (apart from Manuel Neuer, of course, who I have been harping on and on about for the past year and a half).

He might not be as talented, but he has experience. He will be composed. Anyone who survived the kind of mauling Holland got from Spain in the World Cup would have learned some form of composure.

Plus, I’ve seen de Gea play before – he will have trouble dealing with crosses, set-pieces and those dreaded long throw-ins. He’s way too skinny! He might be a talented shot-stopper, but to be a goalkeeper in the Premier League, you’ll need way more than that.

Unfortunately, the deal seems done and dusted. Fingers crossed, he proves me wrong.

Luka Modric to whoever has the money

My money is on him leaving this summer, and I think United will be the best option for him.

My money is on him leaving this summer, and I think United will be the best option for him.

It would truly be a disaster for Tottenham Hotspur if he left, but I can’t see him staying for much longer.

At the moment, I think there’s a 70-30 chance he’ll leave.

I think Redknapp needs to decide whether it would be better to start a bidding war now, so he’ll have enough time to buy a top-class replacement, or to hold on to whatever slim chance there is that he’ll stay.

In terms of the destination, Manchester United should be his best option. And I’m not just saying that because I’m a United fan.

There is a void waiting to be filled there by Paul Scholes’ retirement. At Chelsea, he’ll have to compete with Frank Lampard, Florent Malouda and Yossi Benayoun for a spot in the first XI. At United, he’ll walk straight into the first team.

Chances will be even harder to come by at Barcelona, also said to be interested, and Manchester City, where David Silva already does a brilliant job in exactly the same role.

Juan Mata to Arsenal

Though he's still young, Mata has already a couple of years of first team La Liga football behind him. Brilliant player.

Though he's still young, Mata already has a couple years of first team La Liga football behind him. Brilliant player.

This will be a brilliant move for Arsenal if it happens. I can’t believe it’s taken that long for someone to make a bid for Mata.

At 18 million pounds, it will be a steal too. He’s young, he’s been a regular for the Valencia first team for several years now, and he’s extremely talented. Everything he does is pure class, much like his ex-Valencia teammate Silva.

He could solve Arsenal’s problematic left-wing position once and for all, paving the way for Andrei Arshavin to bring his moping about someplace else, and Tomas Rosicky to recapture his form elsewhere.

Stewart Downing to Liverpool

I really don’t see the point in this, especially if the reported fee of around 17 million pounds is true. If they forked out a bit more, they could be in the running for Juan Mata!

Downing is a good player – he works hard and is capable of producing the odd moment of quality, be it a good cross or a long range screamer.

But is he really the kind of player to take Liverpool forward? He’s already 26! He’s a tried and tested Premier League performer, but Liverpool don’t need just another consistent performer – they need someone who will be an instant revelation like Luis Suarez if they want to stand any chance of challenging for the trophy next season.

It would make sense if he was cheaper, as he would provide good back-up. But if Dalglish is really thinking about getting him, he should just stop to think of the supposedly alright players Liverpool have signed recently – Christian Poulsen, Milan Jovanovic, Paul Konchesky, even Joe Cole. They just don’t have what it takes for the uphill battle Liverpool have ahead of them.

Javier Pastore to Man City, Chelsea, Madrid, Barcelona…

Haven't seen much of Pastore (R), but 44 million is a LOT of money. Not worth it at that price.

Haven't seen much of Pastore (R), but 44 million is a LOT of money. Not worth it at that price.

I’m not too sure about Pastore. I’ve only seen some highlight reels and I’m not convinced (and those highlight reels usually tend to focus only on the good).

In any case, to pay 44 million pounds, the fee demamded by his current employers Palermo, for a relatively untested player is a pretty big gamble. If you believe Barcelona, you could probably get Cesc Fabregas with that kind of money and still have some change!

I mean, he must be pretty good if ALL these clubs are going after him. But 44 million?? That’s way too much. Let the transfer hype die down a little, let Palermo hold on to him for a while more, and they’ll be desperate to cash in on him in no time. Maybe then I’ll think it’s a good deal.

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Jones vs. Henderson

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So who got the better deal – Liverpool or Manchester United?

One is a tough-tackling, uncompromising monster of a defender in the Jamie Carragher mould; the other, an elegant playmaker that could, by some stretch of the imagination, be seen as the English Kaka.

Both players are well-built, at around 6 ft 2 in, contrary to the wrong info I had in my previous blogpost about Jones being 5 ft 11 in. He’s still a growing, boy I guess.

Jordan Henderson

Henderson, 20, has played regularly for Sunderland in the Premier League for the past two seasons (38 appearances in 09/10 and 39 in 10/11), and has a bit of a reputation as a freestyler among the Sunderland academy lads.

He was used mainly as a right-sided midfielder when he first broke into the first team, but he eventually made the central midfield berth his own alongside another talented young Englishman at Sunderland, Lee Cattermole.

Phil Jones

Jones, 19, has less Premier League experience, having just broken into the Blackburn Rovers first team last season, and even then his season was truncated by a three month injury lay-off.

He also started out being played out of his natural position. Predominantly a centre-back, Jones was also used in midfield and right-back last season.

United fans would be surprised to hear that his reported transfer fee of 16.5 million puts him in the top ten biggest transfers in United’s history. Inflation would have something to do with that, but nevertheless, it represents a bit of a financial gamble on Fergie’s end given Jones’ relative lack of experience.

My verdict (for what it’s worth)

The funny thing is both deals would have made more sense if they happened the other way round – if Liverpool bought Jones and United bought Henderson.

United obviously need a world-class midfielder. Henderson might not be one just yet, but he would be a step in the right direction.

Liverpool have a solid defense, but with Daniel Agger constantly injured and Sotirios Kyrgiakos still shakey, a talented young centreback to eventually replace Jamie Carragher would have made sense. Jones would have formed a strong partnership with Martin Skrtel or Martin Kelly for years to come.

On the other hand, Liverpool have plenty of options in central midfield – Steven Gerrard, Raul Mereiles, Lucas Leiva (superb for the whole of last season), Jay Spearing and Jonjo Shelvey. They could even try giving Christian Poulsen a couple more games or recall the talented but unfortunate Alberto Aquilani.

United have a similar embarrassment of riches in central defense. They still have the rock solid partnership of Ferdinand and Vidic, Chris Smalling and Jonny Evans as young successors, and the ever-reliable duo of John O’Shea and Wes Brown (though there is a good chance both will leave for Sunderland this summer).

Rio Ferdinand

And I do believe Ferdinand will be around playing at the highest level for at least another 2-3 years. His style of play has never had anything to do with speed or power, so even as his body ages, he’ll still be performing at the same level.

He’s all about his perfect timing, positioning and reading of the game. No need for heavy, last-ditch tackles – that’s why he hasn’t had a yellow card since 2009, and his first foul of the season was against West Brom in January – it was his first since April last year!

It could be because Rio hasn’t played that many games due to injuries, but still, those stats speak volumes about his attributes as a defender, and his style of play.

Once his body settles down over his last spate of injuries, which it did towards the end of the season, Ferdinand will be back to his imperious best.

Champions League final

In fact, during the Champions League final, Ferdinand held his own whenever he was one-on-one against Messi & Co. – the only problem was that the midfield ahead of him was getting torn to shreds!

It was Arsenal legend Martin Keown, if I remember correctly, who said ahead of the game that for United to stand a chance against Barcelona, Ferguson would have to give Ferdinand the freedom to track Messi into midfield.

That’s where Barca create their goals. They don’t play with a conventional forward – they tear you apart in midfield, over-run your fullbacks with their own fullbacks bombing forward, so by the time the play gets into the penalty area, your centrebacks can’t do nothing about it.

As it turned out, Keown was right – Ferdinand and Vidic were left with nobody to defend in the final as Messi and David Villa both dropped into midfield or moved to wide positions, creating havoc for Giggs and Carrick, Evra and Fabio; while Ferdinand and Vidic could only watch and make the occasional last-ditch tackle.

Think about it – where did Barcelona score their goals? 1) Pedro scored from the left side of the penalty area which Evra had deserted. 2) Messi scored from midfield after cutting in from the left. 3) Villa curled in the glorious third from outside the penalty area.

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A Malaysian in Cardiff

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IT HAS only been less than a year since Malaysian businessman Datuk Chan Tien Ghee took charge of Cardiff City, but he’s already experienced the heartache of narrowly missing out on Premier League promotion, seen the departure of long-serving manager Dave Jones, helped the club out of its financial crisis, and survived Craig Bellamy. read more »

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How do we feel about Phil?

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After a few summers of relative scrounging, Alex Ferguson had promised Manchester United fans a spending spree, so how do feel about his first piece of business, Blackburn defender Phil Jones? read more »

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