Friday 10 August 2018

Number Twelve and the Joy of Six

Since the era of Ziggy Stardust, football has seen many ch-ch-ch-ch-changes in addition to grass in March and everyone shouting “Hey!” every few seconds. The fundamental image of eleven against eleven endeavouring to kick a spherical object into a net is mercifully unchanged since 150 years ago. Nevertheless, since my Shoot!-reading days, many other 2018 elements would not be recognised by my ten year-old self.

So many aspects of the current game weren’t even on the horizon back then. Injury time was simply that; time added on for genuine injuries. Refs might add a minute if a trainer came on with the magic sponge, two if a stretcher was required. Even if a young Alex Ferguson was jabbing frantically at his toy watch. Similarly, half-time wasn’t a fifteen-minute break for adverts and trip to the prawn and avocado ciabatta stall at Old Trafford, but a mere five minutes for half an orange and a sharp tactical talk. Games ended on a Saturday afternoon at 4.40.

Shirt sponsorship didn’t appear until the late Seventies and players’ names printed on the back didn’t arrive until the era of squad numbers in the Nineties. The idea of squad was a bit fanciful, too. The top clubs essentially often played about sixteen players across a whole season, plus a few reserves in case of injury. Tactical substitutions were relatively rare; with only one nominated sub allowed, you were scuppered if, having brought on your number 12, someone was injured.

It must have been difficult picking your twelfth man. Choose a forward and your mid-match defensive options were consequently limited, and vice-versa. Managers loved to have at their disposal a ‘utility player’, someone who could fit in almost anywhere. While England hadn’t embraced the Ajax Amsterdam philosophy of ‘total football’ – interchangeable positions to confound markers – there were a few around. Leeds United’s Paul Madeley was renowned for his versatility, and both Colin Todd and Kevin Beattie were more than capable as centre-back, full-back or even midfield. Each played for England, too.

Now we have an ever-expanding number of bench-sitters with a maximum of three substitutions allowed in a ninety-minute game. The modern day Madeleys would have less value because managers have greater flexibility when it comes to replacing the injured, tired, dismissed or tactically redundant. The rule change has also almost eradicated the once-familiar sight of an injured goalie being forced to hand his gloves to an outfield colleague. I’m not sure whether Madeley did it, but Chelsea’s defender David Webb, and Leeds’ Lucas Radebe two decades later proved quite adept. Glenn Hoddle, Bobby Moore and even Robbie Savage had to stand in for their respective ‘number one’s on occasions.

If the genuine all-rounder is a rarity, then the impact player has replaced him. Normally for purely tactical purposes, we have become accustomed to the likes of Olivier Giroud being introduced for the final twenty minutes to harass tired centre-backs, Marouane Fellaini to add his height and elbows in a defensive cause or, in Real Madrid’s case, Gareth Bale to run at heavy-legged defenders in search of a winning goal or equaliser. Get it wrong and it’s a futile gesture of desperation by the manager. Get it right and he is a tactical genius while the player can also soak up the adulation. There used to be ‘super-subs’ in the old days, too. Liverpool’s ginger-haired striker David Fairclough made a name purely as a young number twelve who scored some vital late goals, such as this one in a 1976 Merseyside derby.

Ball technology was totally different. I think by then leather had given way to plastic, but footballers still had to give it some welly if they were attempting a long ball. As today, defenders wouldn’t flinch from heading a ball descending from the heavens. However, it has since been demonstrated that constant headers caused lasting brain damage, a medically proven to be a crucial factor in the sad death in 2002 of West Brom and England centre-forward Jeff Astle, aged only 59. Current balls have the weight of a beach ball in comparison.

Goalkeepers rarely cleared with the ball on the ground; it would never reach the halfway line. Therefore they tended to use drop-kicks for distance or throws for accuracy. As my Dad was always fond of remarking, “goalies have it so easy these days”. By the Seventies, it was no longer legal to barge a ‘keeper into the net, as had been the case when my Dad stood between the sticks two decades earlier. However, they were allowed to pick up a back pass and bounce the ball liberally. An interim regulation penalising goalies who held the ball for more than four paces kept play moving more freely but has since been replaced by the six-second rule. I’m becoming fed up, though, with the latest time-wasting ruse by goalies of catching the ball and slumping to the ground for what seems like an age before rolling the ball out to a team-mate. It’s about time FIFA clamped down on such cheating.

However, whether or not it’s in the genes, I still take much pleasure from seeing an excellent ‘keeper on display, preferably upright. At under 5 feet 6, I was pretty useless in that position (or indeed any position) but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate fine ‘keeping in any era, whatever the regulations, from Shilton to Schmeichel, Jennings to De Gea. More of that in a future blog.

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