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Dr Ramos' Football Surgery

For Tottenham Hotspur, the last four months have been like one of those celebrity makeover programmes on the television. Tottenham trudged into Dr Ramos’ Football Surgery back in October looking overweight, haggard and drawn. Now, after weeks of detailed appraisal and then a flurry of cutting, ******* and discarding, the bandages are off and the old girl is weeping with joy at the sight of her reflection.

So, what on earth has the dashing Dr Ramos done to turn this decrepit scrubber into the perky, flighty filly that we see before us today? How has he transformed a down-trodden, misbegotten collection of charlatans that could ship three goals to Sam Allardyce’s Newcastle into the ruthless perpetrators of The White Hart Lane Massacre?

Unsurprisingly, he’s focused his scalpel on the defence. Poor Martin Jol was somewhat hamstrung by injuries to Ledley King and Michael Dawson and replacing them with Useless Kaboul and Anthony ‘Really Should Have Been A’ Gardner, was like using Swiss cheese to plug a hole in your boat. He has, for the moment, allowed Kaboul to stay, but somehow he has managed to convince David Moyes to take Gardner in at Goodison Park. I can only presume that Moyes needs him as a draft excluder.

In comes Jonathan Woodgate, who would probably be one of the finest defenders in Europe, if it wasn’t for the fact that he only has to sneeze and he’ll be out for eight weeks with broken ribs. With the equally fragile Ledley King by his side, they could have the best injured defence in the country. Nevertheless, if by some incredible coincidence, they manage to get on the pitch at the same time, it’s difficult to think of a back pairing more impregnable.

Ramos has also managed to bring in Alan Hutton from Rangers. Hutton is a glorious throwback to the days when every English title-winning side was built on a Scottish backbone. He’s one of the few players from north of the border who can justifiably be called ‘world class’ and he impressed coaches across the continent with his displays against France and Italy in the qualifying campaign for Euro 2008. Pascal Chimbonda, who was quoted as saying, “I don’t care about the Cup Final, it’s all about the money,” and his equally odious agent Willie McKay can scarper just as quickly as they like, because Hutton is superior both as a player and as a man.

With full-backs Gilberto and Chris Gunter also arriving in the transfer window, there’s certainly a spring in Tottenham’s step these days. Anyone who watches Spanish football will tell you how much they look like Ramos’ old club, Seville. An unashamed Wingerphile, Ramos has given Aaron Lennon the freedom to surge forward on the right and he looks dangerous every time he gets the ball now. If he could learn to cross, he’d be an outstanding player. As it is, his trademark move of running past everyone, panicking and smashing the ball back across the penalty area, seems to be doing enough damage to keep everyone happy.

The biggest change though, has been in Jermaine Jenas. For years I’ve wondered what it was that he actually did. He was so invisible that Tottenham fans used to have to play ‘Spot the Jenas’ just to make sure he was on the pitch. All of a sudden he’s become an action hero, making surging runs in injury time, scoring goals, not losing possession all the time. For the first time ever, he fully deserves his England call-up and I hope he gets a start.

The team isn’t finished yet, by a long way. Ramos will almost certainly want to bring in a lightning quick left winger to mirror Lennon and he may still be in the market for a goalkeeper as well, depending on how well Radek Cerny does in the next few months. I like the sectional restructuring though. Rebuilding from the back is very old school.

Can they beat Manchester United today? I wish I could say that they could, but I don’t think they’re at that standard yet. Mind you, I don’t think that anyone in the Premier League is right now. Sir Alex Ferguson’s side are in awesome form and they’ll fancy their chances of a seventh back-to-back victory. Jamie O’Hara did a sterling job of marking Cristiano Ronaldo in their FA Cup clash, but United have so many threats, so many superstars, that it’s going to be like King **** holding back the waves.

Tottenham fans are unlikely to give it too much concern though. The team is playing the flamboyant, exciting football that they crave, there’s hope on the horizon and still an outside chance of European qualification. All in all, it’s yet another satisfied customer for Dr Ramos.
 
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"By Iain Macintosh

It's difficult not to feel sorry for Manucho, Manchester United's new signing.

The Angolan forward who played so well earlier this week against Senegal has just discovered that Sir Alex Ferguson is sending him out on loan to Panathinaikos as soon as the African Nations Cup is over.

After the delight of his dream move in December, this would bring anyone down to earth. From Old Trafford, the Theatre of Dreams, to the Greek League.

It's like having the most beautiful girl in school ask you out on Friday night, getting all dressed up, borrowing your Dad's aftershave and then getting to the cinema only to find that she just wanted you to look after her startlingly ugly friend. Poor Manucho".

COMMENT...

I find your article stupid and very irritating. Tell me really Mr. Iain, what the hell do you think the "lions" are, if not "pussycats"? The only thing England ever achieved was the World Cup of 1966, in England (of course) and other than that, nothing! Fourty plus years later, you still believe you got the best football in the world, and Premiership is the No1 Championship.

The English giants (Chelsea, Man.Utd, Arsenal, Liverpool, Man.City) belong to Americans, Sinawatra's (where the hell is he from), and the English players feel like strangers in their own country. Arsenal plays in Champions League with not even one English player in the 18th, Chelsea with 2-3, so is Liverpool ect. Do you forget what happens when Panathinaikos plays with Arsenal or Manchester United? If you forget then you are not for this job, look for some other profession.

Greece is still the European Champions, and Oto Rehaggel's players, will be given their chance to defend their title in Euro 2008. But, where is England??? With the best league in the world? Where is England with the best players in the world?

I suggest that you should lighten up a bit and face reality, because you're nothing special Mr. Macintosh.

Greece is a country of 11 million people and yet manages to participate in all kinds of sports, and win 1st places. In 2004 European Champions in football, in 2005 European Champions in basketball. In 2007 Greece was the one and ONLY european country ever, that had five representative teams in the UEFA cup. Not Spain, not Germany, not Italy, not England, but Greece of 11 millions.

Sure, the greek Super League is not so glamourus as Premiership, but has lots of quality players, so what? Football is great because it's not money dependent! If so, Chelsea would have won everything the first year of Abramovic's rein... We all know what happened next!

So. lighten up and get rid of that bad arrogance, it's not good for you, it's not good for somebody who claims to be a reporter. With your writings and saying, you shape public opinion, and influence people's minds. At least have the decency to be more careful in that matter...

Theodore
from Athens
GREECE
 
Slip has a friend.... ahhh, isn't it sweet :)

What I want to know is, what have the Greeks ever done for us eh?
 
Everton Down On Their Luck

There are times in my life when I’m incredibly grateful to my Dad for taking me to see Southend United on my 11th birthday. It was freezing cold, everything smelt of fried onions, someone urinated on my trainers and Huddersfield won 1-0, but somehow it felt so right. It was the start of an unlikely love affair with a football team that is doomed forever to wander the lower leagues like a mournful wraith. Southend will never win anything of note, we will never field England internationals and we are unlikely to launch our own TV station, but my God, it must be more fun than being an Everton fan.

Everton are that bloke in your office who arrives an hour before anyone else and always stays late, but never gets that pay rise. They’re the desperate wedding guest who never catches the bouquet. They’re the house-trained, fully-grown Labrador in the dog pound that never gets chosen because the puppies look cuter. They are destined to do everything right, but inexplicably fail. Have a look at the league table, they’re in fourth place. Reckon it will last? Of course it won’t. Fractious, underwhelming, underperforming, inconsistent Liverpool will somehow recover and snatch it from them. Why? Because things like that happen to Everton.

Even when they did somehow scrape the final Champions League place in 2005, they ended up crashing out in the preliminaries. Everton being Everton, they were inevitably drawn against the only other decent team forced to jump through the hoops, Villarreal, and they lost when they had a perfectly good goal disallowed. I don’t know how the Goodison Park faithful manage to get up in the morning, I really don’t.

It was happening again at the weekend when they were denied a perfectly good goal by Sepp Blatter’s Offside Clarification of 2004. Andy Johnson, who scored when he was onside by a comfortable margin, saw his goal ruled out because he was offside in ’the second phase’. The problem, you see, was that Johnson was offside when the move started, but was deemed to be onside because he wasn’t interfering with play. Then, when he was onside, he was deemed to be offside, because it was the second phase and despite being offside, but onside, for the first phase, he was onside, but actually offside for the second. Thanks for clarifying that, Sepp. Keep up the good work.

Manchester City were cheated out of a win by this magnificent ‘clarification’ at Christmas and I said at the time that nothing at all would change until it happened to a superpower. Everton have regular attendances of 40,000, they have millions of fans across the world, they have a trophy cabinet filled with silverware and one of the brightest managers in the game. Will anything happen? Of course it won’t. It’s Everton.

It is so toe-curlingly frustrating to know that, at some point in the near future, Liverpool or Manchester United are going to be eliminated from the Champions League through one of these decisions and the whole world is going to rise up as one and demand a change to this ludicrous rule. The rest of us, who have seen such a thing on the horizon for months, will have no recourse, but to bang our heads repeatedly against the nearest wall.

One thought for anyone reading this and still thinking, “Oh yeah, but it’s only Everton and it’s only one game, it‘s not important, is it?”

Everton are one point ahead of Liverpool in the table. If Andy Johnson’s goal had have counted, they’d be three points ahead. If Everton qualify for the Champions League, it could be the platform that propels their club and their incredibly patient, long-suffering fans into the big-time. If, because of this, they miss out by a single point, how important would it be then?

As I say, I’m so glad that I’m a Southend fan.
 
Good stuff Slip the offside rule now is beyond a joke, I haven't seen the Johnson goal so I can't comment on that one though.
 
Southend fielded two England internationals in the 1992-93 season with Sir Chrissy Powell and Sir Stanley Collymore. We also played against half a dozen or so future England internationals that season.

As recently as last year, we had an England international on the bench at Southend.
 
Southend fielded two England internationals in the 1992-93 season with Sir Chrissy Powell and Sir Stanley Collymore. We also played against half a dozen or so future England internationals that season.

As recently as last year, we had an England international on the bench at Southend.

They weren't exactly serving internationals though, were they? Otherwise, we could count all sorts of people!
 
They weren't exactly serving internationals though, were they? Otherwise, we could count all sorts of people!

They should have been! Stan played his best football for us, and Chrissy Powell was well into his 30s before a manager was prepared to pick a player at an unglamorous club.
 
I think 95/96 might have been Stan's finest season, but yes, he was magnificent for us. Like watching Henry in his pomp.

I once called up Talksport to berate some pundit for laughing at Powell's inclusion. That's my claim to fame, that is.
 
:hilarious:

You know, I almost did once. I had a job interview for David Gold's porno chain in 2001, but I got the flu and couldn't go. Probably for the best.

I actually know the guy that writes the letters and stories for Paul Raymond's chain (Escort, Men Only etc etc.) He's a very normal geezer actually, outside of writing stuff to make teenagers jizz.

He also writes for Hip Hop Connection and Mixmag.....:confused:
 
Scudamore Puts The Squeeze On

Do you think that the people who run football will ever get to the point where they have enough money? Can you imagine them, sat atop a glistening mountain of gold coins, clad in rare velvets, adorned with crowns, drinking 19th century red wine and thinking that perhaps they‘ve gone far enough? Will they light a rare cigar with the title deeds to the Palace of Versailles and finally say, “Alright, lads, I think we’re done here?”

If they could let us know where this vanishing point is, it would be really nice, because I’ve had just about all I can take of watching them whore my game out. This latest proposal to take matches around the world on tour has sickened the vast majority of English football fans who, after years of being squeezed for all they have are now finally being deemed as unnecessary. And, don’t worry, I’m not wiping the coal dust off my donkey jacket and assuming the ‘working class hero’ role here. This lunatic idea doesn’t make any sense on any level.

Firstly, the very balance of the Premier League will be irrevocably shattered. When 20 team play each other twice, their final positions are just and fair. They all endured the same season, with the same opponents and whoever comes out on top is there on merit. Throw a 39th game, picked at random, into the equation and the entire notion of fair competition is destroyed. What if Liverpool get drawn with Tottenham? Not one of the big five clubs, but stiffer opposition than Reading, which is who Manchester United end up with. When Sir Alex Ferguson’s side lift the title by one point, can they really consider themselves the best again? How about if you support Reading and have to play United when Wigan and Birmingham get to play each other? Feeling a little aggrieved at being relegated? Too right.

The Premier League bigwigs are hyperventilating at the prospect of copying the NFL and prostituting their sport around the world, but look how that worked out! The New York Giants ran out at Wembley against the Miami Dolphins in pouring rain and proceeded to serve up one of the worst games of American Football in living memory. It was awful! What happens if Chelsea and Blackburn, in the Yokohama Stadium, squeeze out a torrid 0-0? Everybody, except presumably the people in charge, knows that when a struggling team plays a superpower they pack the midfield and defend for their lives. It makes dreadful viewing. With a seeded draw, that’s the kind of entertainment they want to export? And never mind that, who’s going to go and watch Middlesbrough against Derby, eh? Great idea, boys.

What’s the overall aim, besides making them money? To make English football popular? Well it seemed pretty popular to me when I was in The Elizabeth Hotel in Singapore last August. It took me 10 minutes to get a drink and when Arsenal scored the roof nearly caved in. It’s patronising to think that the Asian audience doesn’t really understand football and needs it rolled out in front of them like this. Most of the New Paper readers I met last year have a greater knowledge of the game than people in the UK. To think that you can present them with one tawdry game a year and they’ll splurge their life savings on official merchandise is just insulting. It’s Imperial Britain presenting the natives with trinkets and then nicking their islands.

Ignore the promises of Peter Scudamore, ignore his placations of, “it’s only one game.” Once that advertising money starts rolling in, once he starts cashing those performance bonuses, he’ll change his tune. The UK is exhausted, we can give no more money to the cause. He wants to squeeze the globe for all it has.

Behold the future! Exhausted footballers touring half-empty stadiums across the world to fulfil fixtures in a league that has lost all competitive credibility. Scudamore may believe that he’s taking us on to a higher plane, but all he’s managed to do is to show that the world that, in English football, the only thing that counts is money.
 
Excellent article as usual Iain. Lets just pray that this "idea" dies a nasty death.
 
Sympathy For The Devil

Perhaps we’ve all been a bit too hard on Peter Scudamore this week. Entire legions of the press corps have mercilessly opened fire on the EPL’s Chief Executive in the past five days after he announced that the 20 top flight teams would be slipping on the thigh-high boots and whoring themselves on foreign streets. However, after sitting through 90 minutes of this, I am now forced to look at him differently. Anyone whose professional career relies upon the ability to recoup huge sums of money for what was essentially sporting chloroform deserves nothing but our unlimited sympathy. You couldn’t give ‘entertainment’ like this away for free.

Sloppy passing, rigid defences, and petty-minded, myopic refereeing combined here at Stamford Bridge to produce a torrid hour and a half that few of the 41,788 present will want to remember in a hurry. Whole swathes of this game passed by entirely without incident and you wouldn’t believe that Chelsea started the game with a chance of re-taking their lane in the title race. Nicolas Anelka was left woefully unsupported up front on his own, marshalled superbly by Jamie Carragher and Martin Skrtel, the latter of whom put in an almost flawless afternoon’s work.

It’s often Liverpool who take to the pitch on their travels with just one striker, but to his credit, Rafa Benitez lined up his troops in an unexpectedly orthodox 4-4-2 and they pushed forward well as a unit, particularly in the first half. There was a more balanced feel about the side and if they could have eliminated the silly mistakes and improved their passing, this game was theirs for the taking and that, in itself, is something of a victory. Liverpool’s main problem of late has been seeing their talented players, shuffled around to the point of distraction. This time the system was good, but it was some of the players who were fell short.

Peter Crouch had a brief series of first half half-chances, but he just couldn’t convert any of them. This was a rare start for the England target-man and, with Fabio Capello yawning in the stands, he could have done with just a little more composure in the box. Crouch tried repeatedly to release his team-mates with knocked on headers, but Ryan Babel, Dirk Kuyt and Steven Gerrard found that the Chelsea defenders were as uncharitably minded as their own. Alex has grown in stature since he arrived in London, and for a man who turned up looking like he could uproot trees with his bare hands without breaking sweat, that’s saying something.

Mike Riley did his best to bring any period of open play to a premature end by blowing his whistle for absolutely no reason. It is a rare thing indeed for an official to manage to alienate both sets of supporters, but Riley has always had a gift for it. When he awarded Liverpool a dangerous direct free-kick after Steven Gerrard air-kicked and fell over, some of the Chelsea fans started openly laughing at him. I suppose it was either that or burst into tears. Thankfully, the football Gods were watching and when Riley was blasted off his feet by a wayward clearance, you sensed that forces, more powerful than we can comprehend, were at work in the galaxy once again.

There was much more entertainment to be found off the pitch than there was on it and it was provided by the fans, the people that Scudamore and his kind rank lowest in the football food chain. The Liverpool supporters gave a typically good account of themselves, baiting and taunting their hosts, but the home fans were raucous and vibrant in their responses and it made for an atmosphere that the game simply didn’t deserve.

For Liverpool, as dull as it was, this was a step in the right direction. After defeat at Upton Park at the end of January, they could have imploded, but as they so often do, they have responded with resolve. This is the second clean sheet in a row for Benitez and with some distinctly winnable fixtures coming up, Everton can’t afford to get too comfortable in fourth place. For Chelsea, it’s simply another draw and another missed opportunity. There are still 12 games left for Avram Grant, but an Arsenal win on Tuesday morning will leave him eight points adrift and there is no longer any margin for error. For Scudamore, it should be a wake-up call, a smack across his chops. When football has the potential to be this uninspiring, perhaps it’s best if it stays in its home country?
 
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