Saturday 27 April 2013

CCFC 1 v 1 BOLTON



CCFC 1 v 1 BOLTON


The Preamble Ramble (Optional)


Today the City of Cardiff finally bids a fond farewell to football's second tier (and beyond) after 51 years. And as we prepare for our coronation as champions and the city charabanc readies itself to transport our heroes in open-topped exaltation we can finally look beyond the horizon towards the promised land, safe in the knowledge that our destiny is assured.


So why am I finding it so difficult to get too worked up over it?


I feel a bit ungrateful but perhaps it's the manner in which promotion was confirmed, after an inglorious blank-blank, and then securing the title after conceding a last minute equaliser (great stuff if you favour your squibs a little on the damp side). And with Hull, Watford, Palace, Leicester, Boro all in turn stepping aside with a deferential tug on the forelock and waving us through, we seem to have succeeded almost by default.


The slow but certain inevitability of our victorious run-in has left us like an Olympic marathon runner still looking over his shoulder for his nearest challenger to enter the stadium as he jogs through the winning tape. After a lifetime within sight of the line, the relative ease with which we've crossed it unchallenged has left me confused as much as elated. I feel a bit cheated.


Here I stand at the pinnacle of an entire sporting life so rich with the expectation of heroic epic battles against the odds leading to ultimate crushing disappointment, from narrowly missing out on promotion in 1971 after beating Real Madrid at Ninian Park, through the lean years of yo-yoing between the third and fourth tiers, to the most recent glorious failures, that my brain is wired to expect the footballing gods to do their worst.


What's going on here? Where's the catch? 'Victory, where is thy sting?' Who'd have thought success would be so disorientating? Still, 'Nothing fails like success' and it'll take a good old traditional relegation scrap to make sense of it all. Normal service will be resumed soon enough. I can't wait.



And so to the game...

A full crowd, a gloriously sunny day, a fitting end to a season spent in the metaphorical sun. Bolton are still very much in the Play-Offs shake up and it's not in Malky's nature to send his team out  anything other than fully committed so there was no sense of end-of-the season drabness.


As the glory boys stepped out to greet the capacity crowd the Bolton players formed a Guard of Honour. Which was nice.


We should have been ahead within a couple of minutes, the ball falling at the feet of Mutch who found the keeper from 6 yards. We continued to dominate play but throughout the first half the quality of the final ball was found wanting. The failure to capitalise on the early possession cost us as after 20 minutes Conway lost the ball in midfield to former Swansea favourite Ricketts who fed the ball into the path of Eagles who swooped like... (nah, too obvious) to side-foot the ball beyond Marshall. 0-1.


Bolton sat comfortably on their lead for a good 40 minutes, soaking up the pressure and looking dangerous on the break before Malky rang the changes, bringing on Noone for an ineffective Conway, and Smith to provide a more direct approach at the expense of Mutch. Bellamy moved to the left wing and looked more at ease as Noone took over on the right.


The shake-up worked immediately as Noone tormented their full back Alonso and delivered a succession of incisive crosses, one of which arrived at the feet of Smith who should have done better with the goal at his mercy.


Just minutes later, a rampaging Gunnarsson was upended just outside the box. From the resulting free kick Noone placed a perfectly directed shot around (or through?) the wall and into the near corner. 1-1.


In many ways this game was a microcosm of our season - we dominated, showing real commitment and occasionally playing with a flamboyancy and panache that will serve us well next season. We are not the complete unit but it's reassuring that the aspects of our game requiring improvement are not too difficult to discern and will no doubt be attended to over the summer: we need a top-notch right back who can deliver going forward, a front man fleet of foot and thought who can anticipate and run off the defender's shoulder (a fully fit Campbell / Maynard) and an experienced, commanding, controlling presence in midfield. These three vital roles will be the difference between security and struggle.


We stepped up the pace in the last 20 minutes and on the balance of play probably deserved a win but hey-ho... let the party commence!


(One disturbing aspect of the day: The distinctive slippery silvery mane and satanic eyebrows of the Lebanese Chancer was a very unwelcome presence standing next to Mr Tan in the director's box. The gruesome twosome were straight out of central casting - could they look any more like Bond villains?)


The temporary stage was erected and each first team member was called forward in turn to accept the applause and collect their medals. We sang, we danced and we jigged jigs of jiggery joy, tempered with a reflective nod to those that went before; savouring the present with a grateful heart, and looking to the future with blissful uncertainty.



Q. Will we be good enough?



PLAYER PROFILES


DAVID MARSHAL L

Starting at the very beginning. And a very good place to start. He wears the number 1, he is the Number One shot-stopper in the Championship, he's Scotland's No.1 and as an ever-present this season he's had a great season - totally reliable, providing the assurance that our back four craves. I have no hesitation in awarding him 5 / 5 for Premiership Potential.


KEVIN McNAUGHTON

Super Kev is the longest serving current squad member by some distance, having chalked up 255 appearances since signing for the Bluebirds almost exactly 7 years ago which in the rapidly changing world of football seems a lifetime (to put it in perspective it was the season that Charlton were relegated from the Premiership, Peter Ridsdale's Leeds went into administration and newly formed AFC Wimbledon began life in the Combined Counties League). Sentiment dictates that he's worth an extension to his contract but unfortunately he's likely to miss out on the big time.                          Prem Potential 1 / 5.


ANDREW TAYLOR

If there was an award for Most Improved Player, Taylor would be a leading contender. Reluctant to get forward in the early part of the season and often caught out of position, he has been instrumental in our rise to the top with a number of quality overlaps down the wing and precision crosses into the box. 4 / 5.


MARK HUDSON

It's no coincidence that our minor wobble through February / March happened when our captain was injured. Without him we looked disorganised and rudderless. His long term injury had fans seriously doubting our chances in the run-in before the arrival of Leon Barnett. He's likely to start in the Premier League as captain but his lack of pace may find him wanting and if we can get Barnett on a permanent basis he may struggle to get a regular start. 2.5 / 5.


BEN TURNER

When Malky was forced to ring the changes Big Ben always looked more comfortable as the junior member of the central partnership. Excellent with Hudson or Barnett, unsettled when expected to take the lead with stand-ins Nugent or Connolly. Rock solid in defence but distribution can be inconsistent. 3/5.


PETER WHITTINGHAM

Maddening, mecurial, masterful by turns, when he's on form he 'does what he wants'. When out of sorts and lacking in confidence you sense he'd rather be elsewhere. His undoubted match-winning talents are utterly wasted sweeping up in front of the back four. Perhaps his natural diffidence doesn't allow him to push his case with the manager but the most naturally gifted player in the squad may be a bit-part player next season with the emergence of Kim. If someone can put their arm around him, or alternatively place a size 9 up his backside he still has the potential to thrive. 4/5.


DON COWIE

When they broke the mould after Malky emerged, they put the pieces back together and produced Cowie. Sometimes the cracks show but the Scot has an engine which purrs. The Forest Gump of the squad, if life is a box of chocolates unfortunately he's the coffee cream - you know it's there but you're not likely to reach for it while other more mouth-watering options are available. 1/5.


CRAIG CONWAY

See 'Cowie'. The similarities in terms of stamina are striking. Came back strongly after his transfer request but struggling to command a regular start in the Championship suggests that a significant role at the next level is unlikely. Still, a useful squad player with the potential to re-energise the latter stages of a game. 2/5


MATTHEW CONNOLY

I can't see what Connolly brings to the party. He was unconvincing at right back, denying McNaughton his place, and was a less than commanding presence in a shaky make-shift central defence. He's popped up in the opposition box to score a couple of vital goals but he's not a Premier League player and will probably spend most of next season awaiting the call that won't be made. 1/5.


KIM BO-KYUNG

'Kim Bo-Kyung my Lord, Kim Bo-Kyung, Oh Lord! Kim Bo-Kyung!'  Malky's masterstroke. If we go on to consolidate a long term Premier League presence we may well reflect that Kim's breakthrough heralded the dawn of the new era. He spent the winter months on the bench cocooned in his tracksuit only to emerge in the spring to take flight and spread his gossamer wings. He floated through midfield like a butterfly, stung the opposition like a bee and his metamorphosis transformed a hum-drum midfield into a thing of rare beauty. A City legend in the making. 5/5.


TOMMY SMITH

A typical Malky signing - experienced, industrious, brought in to 'do a job' to complete the midfield jigsaw but is unlikely to be part of the picture as we move onto a bigger stage. Injuries and age are against him 2/5.


RUDY GESTEDE

He's done what's been asked of him, scoring a couple of vital goals coming off the bench late in games to shake up a tired opposition defence. People still talk of his 'raw' talent but he occasionally looks as coordinated as a baby giraffe on ice. A message to you Rudy: you're going out on loan. 1/5.


CRAIG NOONE

The archetypal tricky little winger with quick feet. A good reader of the game, often seeing opportunities, making darting runs into the box. His light wiry frame has served him well against some sluggish defenders, but there aren't many of those at the next level. Occasionally guilty of running up blind alleys. May find his opportunities limited in what is likely to be a compact, defensive midfield next season 2.5/5


AARON GUNNARSSON

This season has seen a huge improvement in the Icelander's influence. He's emerged from the pack to claim his place in the starting line up with consistently assured displays, playing with a greater aggression and commitment, controlling midfield and driving the team forward. What he may lack in natural ability compared to say, Whittingham, he makes up for in natural drive and stamina. His long throws into the box will require some fine tuning if they're to provide any real threat against the more astute Premiership defences 3.5 / 5


JORDON MUTCH

Progressed from Mutch of a muchness to much improved but the jury's still out. He finished the season strongly after being paired with Kim in an attacking midfield. A stylish player whose natural elegance can betray an air of indifference, he's never likely to be accused of over-committing himself in the tackle. The step up will either make or break him. 3/5


JOE MASON

Has had disappointingly few opportunities this time out after his breakthrough season. Lacks the pace to run off the shoulder of defenders but comes alive in the box where his speed of thought is always capable of outwitting defenders. His performance in the Carling Cup Final proves that he's not intimidated by the big stage and given the opportunity he may surprise a few people next season. 3/5


HEIDAR HELGUSON

Experienced, committed, excellent in the air. An instinctive finisher but given time to consider his options will invariably choose the wrong one. As strong as an ox and just as quick-witted. He's had a good career but there's an allotment just outside Reykjavik that needs tending. 0/5


NICKY MAYNARD

Very much an unproven talent. He had one season in the Premier League, scoring twice in 17 games. His career has been a succession of goal gluts followed by goal droughts mixed in with long injury lay-offs. He was bought to lead the charge out of the Championship, not necessarily to spearhead our attack at the next level. We paid more for him than Swansea paid for Michu. If he makes half the impact I'll eat my bobble hat. 2.5/5


FRAIZER CAMPBELL

Snapped up by Malky as part of his 'affirmative action' initiative which favours players with comic book Scottish names regardless of their actual ethnicity. Fraizer's career has stalled after a number of serious long term injuries which has seen his stock reduced from the £7m that Hull offered for him after his loan spell in 2008 to the £650,000 that we paid in January. He looked sharp in the handful of games he played before succumbing to another injury. If he can stay fit he should start up front in August. Bargain or liability? Time will tell.


CRAIG BELLAMY

Perhaps we'll never know the primary motivating factor for his desire to return home - the boyhood ambition to lead his team to the big time? The doomed attempt to save his marriage? His struggle to make sense of Gary Speed's death? Whatever the reasons, we have to be grateful not just for the fact of his return but for the way he's used all his experience, motivation, desire and considerable skills to inspire his teammates to optimise their talents and believe that they are capable of exceeding their own expectations of themselves. Driven, complex, troubled, never apparently at ease with himself or those around him (particularly figures of authority) the man is, as Churchill once said of Russia 'a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma'. But above everything else he's a ruddy good footballer and we're jolly lucky to have him.


See you the other side of summer.....

Thursday 18 April 2013

CCFC 0 v 0 CHARLTON



CCFC  0 v 0 CHARLTON

'The Journey Is The Reward' - Chinese Proverb

It can also be a bit special when you arrive! In the words of Mr Kool and his famous Gang of celebrants:
Wah-hoo, Wah-hoo, Wa-hoo / Celebration, good times c'mon (repeat) Wah-hoo / There's a party goin' on right here / A celebration to last throughout the years / So bring your pick, and your shovel too / We're gonna celebrate your party with you / Wa-hoo!


In appreciation of those that have joined us on the journey:

The Cardiff City Roll of Honour 1961 - 2013 Heroes and Villains

Howard Thomas, Cyril Plain, Jimmy Scoular, Don Murray, Derek Tapscott, Ivor Allchurch, John Toshack, Peter King, Ronnie Bird, Dave Carver, Gary Bell, Fred Davies, Richie Morgan, Graham Coldrick, Brian Harris, Barrie Jones, Bobby Woodruff, Mel Sutton, Leighton Phillips, Jim Eadie, Derek Showers, Alan Warboys, Alan Foggon, Phil Dwyer, Willie Anderson, Albert Larmour, Ron Healey, Clive Charles, John Buchanan, Jimmy Andrews, Mike England, David Giles, Doug Livermore, Adrian Alston, Tony Evans, Freddie Pethard, Steve Grapes, Robin Friday, Bryan Attley, Alan Campbell, John Lewis, Ronnie Moore, Gary Stevens, Linden Jones, Peter Kitchen, Andy Dibble, Jimmy Mullen, Peter Sayer, Martin Thomas, Dave Bennett, Gary Bennett, Paul Bodin, Roger Gibbins, Jeff Hemmerman, Len Ashurst, Nigel Vaughan, Jimmy Goodfellow, Mike Ford, Alan Durban, Jason Perry, Chris Pike, Frank Burrows, George Wood, Jimmy Gilligan, Gavin Ward, Damon Searle, Cohen Griffith, Nathan Blake, John Williams, Eddie Newton, Carl Dale, Phil Stant, Scott Young, Eddie May, Kenny Hibbitt, Jason Fowler, Jeff Eckhardt, Robert Earnshaw, Andy Legg, Jason Bowen, Billy Ayre, Wille Boland, Rhys Weston, Alan Cork, Danny Gabbidon, James Collins, Leo Fortune-West, Neil Alexander, Graham Kavanagh, Peter Thorne, Sam Hammam, Lennie Lawrence, Spencer Prior, Andy Campbell, Paul Parry, Cameron Jerome, Joe Ledley, Darren Purse, Jason Koumas, Glen Loovens, Kevin McNaughton, Peter Whittingham, Michael Chopra, Roger Johnson, Aaron Ramsey, Dave Jones, Stephen McPhail, Jay Bothroyd, Peter Ridsdale, David Marshall, Craig Bellamy, Malky McKay, Datuk Chan Tien Ghee, Vincent Tan, Mark Hudson, Kim Bo-Kyung, Ali Yasseine, Half-Time Wayne (only joking...)

Any obvious omissions / controversial inclusions please let me know

Little to say about the game other than it wasn't the drab, tense affair that may have been reported. Two decent attacks were nullified by two better defences. We had the edge but couldn't quite push home the advantage.

Two significant facts which highlight both our limitations and strengths this season: We've scored fewer goals at home than Bristol City who were relegated tonight and astonishingly no player has reached double figures. This reflects the determination to scrap for every point and results from a work ethic that leaves no room for passengers or prima donnas. This was the key. Some of the players in the Dave Jones era were streets ahead in terms of natural ability but their attitude and commitment was often lacking.

The achievement allows us the chance to put all the near misses into context and, like everything in life, take greater pleasure in the success having come so close and failed previously. Now is a good time to take stock of the last few years and reflect that all those 'failures' were actually nothing of the sort and will live as long in the memory as any future successes.

To be filed under 'All part of life's rich tapestry'
·          2007-08 Defeat in the FA Cup Final.
·         2008-09 Miss out on a play-off position by one goal in an entire season.
·         2009-10 Defeat in the play-off final.
·         2010-11 Defeat in play-off semi final.
·         2011-12 Defeat in play-off semi final.
·         2011-12 Defeat in League Cup final.

Sorry, that was a real downer! Anyway, moving on...the debate still rages about the fundamental changes we've had to endure to enjoy this ultimate success, put fairly succinctly in this article http://www.guardian.co.uk/football/2013/apr/17/cardiff-city-promoted-died-last-summer and I'm sure we can all agree with the sentiment. But nothing's really changed; fans have never had any control over events. The only decision to be made is to go along for the ride or walk away. Few fans have the opportunity to take a stake and when they do, the opportunity arises out of adversity.

If after the 2008 Cup Final you were told that within 5 years one of the finalists would be bankrupt and relegated to the fourth tier and the other would be in the Premier League, solvent (and playing in red?) you'd fear the worst a natural state of mind of course for a Bluebird...

In the words of our favourite Rastafarian soccer-playing bard, and the last song to fade away into the joyous night 'Don't worry 'bout a ting, cos every little ting gonna be alright.'

CCFC 3 v 0 FOREST




FOR THE SECOND THIS WEEK MY INTRO HAS BEEN OVERTAKEN BY EVENTS ON THE FIELD. IF YOU'RE NOT IN THE MOOD FOR ANYTHING OTHER THAN CELEBRATION PLEASE SKIP THE NEXT BIT, MOVE ON TO THE REPORT, HAVE A PINT, GO TO BED, WAKE UP WITH A SMILE AND PREPARE YOURSELF FOR A REALITY BOOSTER.


'Anybody who watches three games of football in a row should be declared brain dead.'                  
Erma Bombeck


And so to the second part of the Promotion Home Run Trilogy. Part one concluded unexpectedly with a sting in the tale to match anything that Cardiff's own Roald Dahl could offer. 
Today is our chance to prove that we haven't lost the plot.


Looked at objectively (admittedly an alien concept to any genuine fan) our exploits over the last few seasons have provided enough drama to hold the attention of the casual viewer and there are probably many followers of the game who would like to see a heart-warming life-affirming cosy conclusion to our exploits.


But 'Cardiff City - The Championship Years' is no schmaltzy sentimental soap opera. A hard-nosed world-weary number-crunching cynic investigating our plight would look at the bottom line and throw his hands up in horror.


Promotion to the Premier League WILL provide a lifeline and should secure our future. But recent revelations underline that promotion in not an aspiration. It's essential for our very survival.


The Bottom Line.

(Or 5 Reasons Why Failure Is Not An Option)

·          Cardiff City Football Club (Holdings) Ltd owes creditors £83m, of which £52m is due to be repaid in the next 12 months.


·         £37.5m of the total debt is owed to Vincent Tan who will turn this debt into shares if promotion is achieved. 


·         The Langston debt has now risen to £19m and must be repaid by 2016. (Before The Devil's Eyebrows were clipped he ensured that he retained control over the naming rights to the stadium so that's another potential £5m for the money-grabbing psychopath. Kerching!)


·         In the last financial year despite record revenues the club made a loss of £13.5m. City accountant and Cardiff fan Keith Morgan has concluded that this 'clearly shows that the club cannot operate at a profit at Championship level'.


·         But more importantly, the unedifying sight of grown men crying must be avoided.


Taking a positive view, when promotion is confirmed all our money worries will soon be a distant memory. In 2011 Delloittes estimated that the prize was worth something in excess of £90m. And that was before the new Premier League broadcasting rights were negotiated. This will net us a share of £5.5 billion.


The deal with America's NBC will allow more than 80 million homes in the U.S. the opportunity to panic over the sight of 27,000 footie fundamentalists whacking themselves over the head in a display of devotion to a mysterious Welsh Shi'ite cleric.


The greatest growth in popularity however is in Asia and the Indian subcontinent. In China alone, 21 different TV stations will be broadcasting our games via Super Sports. In Malaysia the U Television Company is the second biggest pay TV station with 40 separate channels. It is owned by a certain Tan Sri Dato Seri Vincent Tan Chee Yioun. And Mr Tan's Premier Ship is coming in. Nothing less will do. We get promoted and he gets a huge return on his investment; we fail and Year Zero looms.


So what's our role in this? How do we influence events when essentially we're still the small boys in the park, putting our jumpers down for goalposts, enjoying the moment for only as long as it takes the authority figure to call us in for tea or one of the big boys takes our ball away?


A footie philosopher recently wrote: 'What is really hard for us to accept is that we are reduced to the role of a passive observer who sits and watches what our fate will be...we engage in frantic, obsessive activities just so we can be sure that we are doing something. We make our individual contribution by shouting and jumping from our seat, in the belief that this will somehow influence the game's outcome.'


In the words of our very own Ali Yassine, PA Announcer and Philosopher, all we can do is 'Support the boys and. Make. Some. Nooooooooisssse! 



The nooooooooooisse to day was made by a stadium full to the rafters. Quite literally. And I don't mean 'quite literally' in the Jamie Redknapp sense of 'He's quite literally left Ben Haim for dead there'. The stadium was full. A record crowd for a special day.


The team lined up with one change, Helguson coming in for Mason. It was a bright start against a very well organised, physical Forest side who began with a swagger borne of a run of 10 games undefeated since reappointing manager Billy Davies. The football flowed, the ball moving around between the wings, each patient build-up bringing with it the promise of a breakthrough.


The late season blossoming of the Kim - Mutch partnership continued with the South Korean confirming with each passing game that his skills, work ethic and goal threat are destined for a bigger stage. When he signed for us his stated aim was to be known as the best Asian player in the Premier League. In the last few weeks that ambition has seemed less fanciful.


After 25 minutes of being contorted in all directions by the midfield maestro, the veteran Halford in the Forest defence finally snapped, hacking Kim to the ground and earning himself a booking. The resulting Bellamy free kick was angled across a panicked back four who allowed Helguson the freedom to pop up and head in the opening goal. 1-0.


A frantic goalmouth scramble at our end in which both Marshall and Barnett put their bodies on the line to keep Forest out, resulted in claim and counter claim of blatant jiggery-pokery in the box, leading to extended 'afters' between the players.


The mood was getting nasty and within a minute former Millwall favourite Darius Henderson, clearly miffed at missing out on the chance to cuff a few Latics at Wembley, took Helguson out with an elbow. Silly boy. Cheerio.


A surprising half-time substitution saw Gestede replacing Helguson. Malky the master tactician clearly felt that the Forest defence was vulnerable to the high ball. Within a minute Rudy was unsettling the visitors. Unfortunately the unlucky Halford stooped to enquire of his right boot and the answer hit him right between the eyes. Silly boy. Off you go.


On the hour after one single spurt by Kim had brought two bookings, Bellamy's 25 yard free kick hit the post and rebounded out to Taylor whose cross was met by a powerful Gestede header giving the keeper no chance. 2-0.


News was filtering through that the only potential party-poopers Watford were now trailing 0-3 at Peterboro. Any tension in the ground was giving way to relief which rapidly rose to rapture as rampant Rudy rounded off the rout. 3-0. A tear fell.


From this point on we completely controlled the game against a wholly dispirited and increasingly fractious forest. All we had to do was sit back and marvel all misty-eyed. And ponder the bright future that will be ours.


At a moment like this, pregnant with pathos and poignancy, the words of a mere mortal, a humble and flawed fan will never do justice to the occasion. So I turn again to the Good Book. Only the blessed Hornby (may praise be upon him) can truly contextualise the moment:


“...So please, be tolerant of those who describe a sporting moment as their best ever. We do not lack imagination, nor have we had sad and barren lives; it is just that real life is paler, duller, and contains less potential for unexpected delirium.”