On 26th May 1999 in a small flat above a shoe shop in the
Shires a Crystal Palace fan, a Spurs fan and an Aston Villa fan huddled onto a
tatty old sofa to watch a football game containing neither of their teams and
we had all left our respective jobs early to race home for the match. For this
generation robbed by the Heysel Tragedy this was our first experience of an
English team in the final of Europe's top competition. None of us had any
affinity with Manchester United and yet as the match progressed our support
grew more passionate. I arrived late with Bayern Munich already a goal up and with
Keane and Scholes suspended for the game the task looked impossible. We
shouldn't have cared but we kept screaming them on. By the time Sheringham
scored we were so riled that one of our party left the flat screaming, running
around the car park returning just in time to see Solskjaer score the winner,
to which he promptly turned around and ran back outside. We clapped and cheered
their victory knowing that tomorrow we would not share in any of the victory or
have any affection for the players and neither did we want to.
For many this moment would come again in Istanbul in 2005
when Liverpool came from three down to defeat AC Milan and claim an unlikely
fifth European crown. I on the other
hand was stuck in a technical rehearsal for the opening of my play and missed it
in its entirety. We sulked through the rehearsal aware that we were missing
this massive occasion. I turned on the
television when I returned to see Liverpool celebrating in the semi-circle and
couldn't believe the spectacle I had missed.
The 2006 Arsenal- Barcelona final left me a little
disinterested, as did the English domination of the final of 2009 and Chelsea's
penalty victory of 2012. Why has this desire to see English teams win in Europe
deserted me? Am I unable to wish other London clubs good fortune? Or has
football developed in such a way during the last ten years that emotion can only
be felt toward your own club?
I cannot understand supporters whose hate outweighs their
love; Chelsea fans singing 'We hate Tottenham' and its anti-Semitic relatives
throughout games not featuring Spurs are an example of this. I have heard Spurs
fans claiming that they would rather lose a game if it was detrimental to Arsenal.
I am sure this is consistent throughout the country between varying rivalries.
When Arsenal scored their decisive penalty against Hull in the FA Cup
semi-final my three year old son stormed out of the room in a huff. I later
learned that an Arsenal fan in the park had teased him by singing 'We hate
Tottenham' hours before. Although very disappointing it is perhaps the stroppy
emotional reaction expected of a three year old. Why can't adults who behave in
such a fashion realise how ridiculous their behaviour seems to others. When did
hate become a barometer of how much you support your team? I've listened to
many fan podcasts where in order to display their loyalty they proudly talk how
they couldn't wear clothes the colour of their rivals or even have friends who
support their teams. Seriously are you proud of that? Are you aware you are
only punishing yourself? No one else cares that you are doing it. I've heard of
fans who state that if their team isn't playing they aren't interested in
watching football, that they find football boring without their team involved.
Whilst strange I appreciate they have that prerogative. But if you truly love
your team sing songs about them not your rivals, clap your players not boo
them, if you love them show it.
I am unsure whether this plastic devotion is something new
or just that my awareness of it has increased in the last decade but it appears
evident that the word neutral has become dirty as a by-product. We are all
neutrals, like it or not, that is the position we are in. You support your team
and are neutral in every other respect. When two teams play I am sure somewhere
in your brain a decision is being calculated as to who you would rather win. It
doesn't affect your devotion for your team, it’s a natural process of the
brain. I love Maltesers but if a shop
only has a Twix and a Drifter I will make a decision on which I prefer (controversially
Drifter) but it doesn't affect my love for Maltesers.
I presume my personal waning of support through the
aforementioned campaigns is due to the nature of the teams playing and perhaps
a saturation of a previously rare occasion. Fulham and Middlesbrough are teams
I have no affiliation with but greatly enjoyed their runs in Europe and I am
aware that many neutrals enjoyed Spurs run in the Champions League. These
triumphs are unexpected yet deserved so as neutrals we warm to the narrative.
That is what football is, when we break it down to its bare bones. It’s an unpredictable
spoiler-free story and the story of the underdog is far more attractive than
that of the oil tycoon who conquers all in his way. Who wants to watch the
latter as a piece of narrative? Where is the drama? The most exciting football is never the obvious, its always the surprise or the well-deserved. It is entertainment at its most primal form.
This year we are faced with a question. For the first time
in many years we are contemplating the last three games of the season with
three possible champions. Unless you are a Liverpool, Chelsea or Manchester
City supporter there is a choice- who would you prefer to win the Premier
League? Glen Johnson recently stated that the neutrals would want to see
Liverpool win it. Was he right?
Let us break down the narrative, for this is I believe what
helps us make our decision. This decision is of course flavoured with personal
preference, local rivalries, favourite players, associations with the place but
in basic terms the narratives are as follows:
Manchester City have bought success but it could be argued
that unlike other clubs in similar positions they have grafted to deserve some
of that fortune. The supporters stayed loyal and in great numbers as the club
nosedived into the third tier and it was hard to begrudge them that first FA
Cup and Championship, but that narrative has changed since it was obtained.
They appear to have worked to a plan and have not yet fallen foul of the glory
supporters that blight successful teams. The team have many great players but are
often suffocated by inconsistency. The British players are peripheral and too
many prospective talents have been lost to this machine; Sturridge, Richards,
Johnson, Sinclair, Rodwell, only Milner and Hart play with any frequency and
there is no trust at all in the once solid Lescott.
Chelsea are still struggling to shake off the stench of
Roman's money. They, perhaps fairly, have shouldered the blame for the
inflation of the game into this juggernaut that no longer needs its fan's
bottoms on its seats. They have often been without a plan; managers and players
discarded at the slightest impulsive whimper only for them to achieve success
elsewhere. They have a strong but aging English spine with Lampard, Terry and
the lately unwanted Cole but the latter two are indicative of the image the
club projects to the world. They are abrasive and arrogant, a perfect match for
their current manager. That aside they are starting to build a very impressive
team, the purchase of Matic, although systematic of their failings, was an
exceptional piece of business from Mourinho. It was their problem position and
now resolved this young team will only improve next year, if they are given
that time.
Liverpool have suffered a long agonising fall from
grace. For a team who dominated England and
Europe through the 70s and 80s to wait twenty four years for a championship is
unthinkable. Under Benitez they challenged and the European Cup was a beautiful
distraction but ultimately they watched in vain as their fierce rivals
Manchester United overtook their record league titles. Now they have returned
as contenders. From seventh last year their British coach has developed and
improved many of his squad, each one a marked improvement on last season, even
the already outstanding Suarez. The team is made up of British players;
Johnson, Flanagan, Henderson, Allen, Gerrard, Sterling and Sturridge and plays
with such fluid movement and excitement that it is easy to overlook the often
comedic defending. There is also the timing of the 25th anniversary of the
Hillsborough Tragedy which increases the emotional impact of this title push
enormously. Finally there is the loyalty of Stevie Gerrard. Granted there were
a few days in his seventeen year professional career in which he pondered the
idea of trying to further his career but his loyalty has never been in question.
He has for many years been too good for that team and finally as his career is
on its final leg he finally has a team around him capable of rewarding his
loyalty.
I am sure Everton and Manchester United supporters will
disagree but for the remaining neutrals amongst us the narrative of Liverpool
is a feel-good Jerry Maguire type film, where we stumble toward the sickly
sweet ending but wouldn't want it any other way.
Next year though is a different matter.