www.red11.org DAILY NEWS
Date: Tue Oct 27 00:14:18 GMT+00:00 1998
Mail: barry@www.red11.org
This Issue:
1. Survey Results + new Survey #25
2. FERGUSON CALLS ON BIG GUNS (Sporting-Life)
3. Trip Diary Part 3a (Epic in Length and not for the weak of heart)
4. UNITED AT LAST
5. Fergie's Squad System - Guardian
6. Goals - mins in play
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Daily RED Trivia Tue 27th October:
27/10/1928: Harry Rowley made his United debut at Huddersfield Town. Rowley scored
19 goals in his second spell at Old Trafford in 1936 and won a Second Division
Championship medal. A shrewd forward, he scored 55 goals in 180 appearances
between 1928-37.
27/10/1976: United beat Newcastle United 7-2 at Old Trafford in the League Cup 4th round
watched by 52,002. Gordon Hill 3, Jimmy Nicholl, Stewart Houston, Steve Coppell
and Stuart Pearson scored for the Reds. Team was: Stepney, Nicholl, Albiston, Daly,
B.Greenhoff, Houston, Coppell, McIlroy, Pearson (McGrath), Macari, Hill.
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Barry Daily Comment:
Survey results today, Alex will be playing the big guns v Bury on Wednesday!
D-day at Houses of Parliament on Wednesday
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Next 4 games:
Result/Fixture Index:
http://www.red11.org/mufc/fix9899z.htm
Wed 28/10 Bury (H) LC (Worthington Cup)
Sat 31/10 Everton (A) PL
Wed 4/11 Brondby (H) CL 19.45
Sun 8/11 Newcastle (H) PL
Wed 11/11 L.Cup 4th round?
Sat 14/11 Blackburn (H) PL
UNITED Stats v Derby are here:
http://www.red11.org/mufc/stats/vseverton.htm
*** TEAM RESULTS - MANCHESTER UNITED ***
Date Opposition Score Pos. Attend.
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15/08/98 Leicester City Home D 2-2 11 55,052
22/08/98 West Ham United Away D 0-0 11 26,039
09/09/98 Charlton Athletic Home W 4-1 9 55,147
12/09/98 Coventry City Home W 2-0 5 55,193
20/09/98 Arsenal Away L 0-3 10 38,142
24/09/98 Liverpool Home W 2-0 3 55,181
03/10/98 Southampton Away W 3-0 2 15,251
17/10/98 Wimbledon Home W 5-1 2 55,265
24/10/98 Derby County Away D 1-1 2 30,867
Champions league: 21/10
Brondby 2-6 Man Utd
Bayern 1-0 Barcelona
Table as at 21/10:
GROUP D P W D L GF GA Pts
ManUnited 3 1 2 0 11 7 5 Next "CL" Match
BMünchen 3 1 1 1 4 5 4 Man Utd v Brondby OT 4/11
Barcelona 3 1 1 1 5 4 4
Brøndby 3 1 0 2 2 9 3
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Subject: Survey Results + new Survey #25
Who is UNITED's MVP so far this season?
David Beckham 64 36.8% ********
Dwight Yorke 28 16.1%
Gary Neville 24 13.8%
Ryan Giggs 19 10.9%
Roy Keane 12 6.9%
Peter Schmeichel 8 4.6%
Jesper Blomqvist 7 4.0%
Andy Cole 4 2.3%
Paul Scholes 3 1.7%
Wes Brown 1 0.6%
Ronny Johnsen 1 0.6%
Nick Culkin 1 0.6%
Jordi Cruyff 1 0.6%
Alex Notman 1 0.6%
Total: 174 votes 100.0%
Barry Comment:
A clear winner by a mile this week!
Seems we all agree on our young superstar of the future,
David will improve all the time with his maturity.
Dwight Yorke 2nd? Well ok he has made a great start!
New Survey:
What do you think of UNITED's young defender Wes Brown?
Very Good
Good
Satisfactory
Below Average
Should play for City
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Subject: FERGUSON CALLS ON BIG GUNS (Sporting-Life)
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FERGUSON CALLS ON BIG GUNS
Alex Ferguson plans his traditional changes for Manchester United's
Worthington Cup clash with Bury on Wednesday but his line-up is likely to
be the envy of most managers.
The Old Trafford chief normally turns to his fringe players for the League
Cup but this time the 'shadow' side will include many full internationals.
Norwegian World Cup stars Henning Berg and Ole Gunnar Solskjaer are
expected to play and Ronny Johnsen could also be included.
He is back in training after an ankle ligament injury.
Jordi Cruyff also looks certain to start the game after scoring against
Derby on Saturday.
England's Nicky Butt could figure after missing three games through
suspension and Phil Neville is also expected to start.
Teddy Sheringham could be included if he has recovered from a calf strain.
Ferguson may also throw in Sweden's Jesper Blomqvist but Wes Brown will be
rested after four first-team appearances.
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From: Sean Hennessey
Subject: Trip Diary Part 3a (Epic in Length and not for the weak of heart)
Here goes more fun and mayhem in England with the Reds (and a Welsh Fool)
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'Fear and Loathing in Cardiff Central'
Friday (after the Fools Match): Got up a little later than usual, Andy,
Sarah and the kids were off, and I started preparing to leave Manchester,
with the vow that I was bloody well going to the Megastore that day and
*be* a tourist for a bit. I had gifts to get, kits to peruse, and what
not. Andy rang and said he'd give me a bit of a tour after we brought
some IMUSA letter head to Pauline for her to continue printing out letters
to MPs and what not.
The Megastore didn't dissapoint. Never in my entire life have I been in
something that made me not want to buy anything more apart from the
traditional US Shopping Mall. Commercialism run rampant, I felt
innundated and forced to purchase and decisively unhappy. This is a side
of football I didn't like. I admit to being an easy touch, I like my toys
(I've got my little Keano and Choccy statues, Eric posters, whatnot), but
I felt I was having the blasted new crest stuffed down my throat, and the
only thing that knocked me out of this was finding the Euro Jersey, the
only damn thing in the shop with the old crest on it (and it had Keane 16
on the back to boot!). After spending what felt like years buying a Keano
t-shirt for the flatmate and something for DA, I choose in an emotional
cave in to commerce the new home jersey, had 'em stick Scholes on the
back, and went off to meet Andy who'd decided wisely to do something else
and not come in. I did manage to fight the urge to get the shaving kit
though... :)
Soon it was time for me to hit the train rails, as I was heading off that
evening to Cardiff to meet on of my closest friends, and devout drinking
buddy, Tyrone. One institution I'm quite fond of is that of selling beer
on the train, though now I debate the intelligence of that, for it has two
nice little drawbacks - it assumes that one's ability to say 'no' is
stronger than mine ever will be, and that one's managed a morsel of food
since the chips and curry at Macari's the night before. Lacking moral
fibre and dietary as well, I powed into the pints of bitter like there was
no tomorrow, and enjoyed a comfortable numb trip, somehow contriving to
not read or listen to music the entire 3 and 1/2 hour trip into Cardiff
Central. I guess I wanted to concentrate the fullest on my bitters... :)
So, 3 and a 1/2 hours and 6 or so pints of bitter later, I arrived
starving in Cardiff where I met Ty, a cheerful strapping Welsh Lad of my
build only bigger (the lad could have a future as a Centre in American
Football, but somehow contrived to have speed and is a damn fine left
winger), who'd been putting the injury-time between work and my arrival
in at the half-price happy hour, so our reunion was a joy to not behold.
I felt sorry for the poor innocent Welsh who had to hear us yelling, watch
us punching each other (He's also a Fools supporter, I forget to add), and
them putting rivalry on it's head, walk off into the sunset to find a
Burger King for me to add an island of food to the ocean of bitter in my
stomach.
Most of the nights a blur, but I'm fairly sure we ended up at this pub in
Cardiff we used to frequent in a different life of mine, rounds lasting
about 10 minutes, before we were politly told to 'turn it down or f**k' by
the bouncers. Seems we scared the life out of a clutch of backpacking
American neo-Reaganite women talking politics (I thought we were well on
the pull, but I guess my screaming and Ty's insessant hitting the table,
sending lager everywhere, was deemed unappropriate). A few rounds went in
celebration of this, and we were off to Ty's company's party.
A quick stop at the hotel pub, where I came out with the coup of the trip,
a nice clean Boddingtons ashtray (and two strained ankles. It was pissing
down and I fell down the stairs going into the pub!). Ty'd had the first
strategic chunder of the night, preparatory for the celebrations (and free
food) of the party above.
Somehow, they let us past the gate and we got into the party.
Dissapointment rang around as we noted all the food was snapped up by them
nasty nearly sober workers, so we made do with a dance about on the floor,
where we knocked into a specky wee git who decided to have a go at us. Ty
and I are standing there, giggling and half-heartedly mutter 'well, come
on then' as this 5'4", bespctacled and bearded gent was desperately calmed
down and led away by his terrified wife, and we decided to celebrate with
another round, which Ty rudely interupted by chundering in front the bar
(they were most professional, one led him to the bogs, the other got the
tea towels out and it was never to be seen again). I went and sat with
our round until Ty was back, we launched into the pints, and I frankly
can't remember much else apart from them only wanting to sell me pints
after that (Ty was now persona-non-grata). We decided around 2 to call it
a night, and stumbled off to find a taxi to takes to Maes-Y-Cywmmr, the
village about 40 minutes out of Cardiff Ty calls home, and I started the
strategic in vein preporation for the long ride. No good, five minutes in
the cab and the both of us were out doing the 'drunkard's two-step'
(that's the one with the one foot firmly on the ground whilst the other
leaps back and forth trying desperately for stability) and decorating
Cardiff's lawns. I believe this happened a number of times until, for
some odd reason, about 9 miles out of Caerphilly, on a stranded and lonely
corner of the A495 (I think), Ty decided to grab my bag out of the car and
send him on his way. Never was sure why he did this, I was settling in
quite well by this point, but Ty was having problems, which set me off
again, and there you go. We struggled in the lashing rain for about 5
miles, me vowing to use what little financial weight I carried, to find a
sodding hotel and get my head down (and this 2 ton bag off my shoulder).
Noticing the sign saying 4 miles to Caerphilly and knowing we weren't
nearly half way to Maes-Y, I decided to drop the damn bag and have a kip
right there on the shoulder. I hunched down, using the bag as a pillow,
and the rain as a blanket whilst Ty kicked me and told me to get up (not
in those terms!:). Eventually I rose, but by this point a helpful cabbie
stopped and away we went. I'm not sure when, how, and what state I hit
the bed in Maes-Y, only about 20 minutes later, but I did and there you
go...
Sat: Up with the crack of 10 to try and get to some bloody football. Ty
may be a fools supporter, but you can't say anything against his
dedication to the game, and we decided to go and see SwanseaCity play
Southend United as Cardiff City, both our preferences, was away that day.
After a long trip to Swansea (but a happy one, as I discovered that the
'poem', 'Ambition is Critical' (an answer to Dylan Thomas' note that
Swansea lacked drive), that was so happily ripped the piss out of in Twin
Town, was real), we got a cab to the Vetch, bought tickets, and went in.
This was my test for the Southampton match (If I could get a ticket that
is). If Swansea could win, I wasn't a jynx after all...
Somethings to be said for third division football: The game's (at least
this one) is not as dire as you'd expect, the ground still has terracing
(though as we didn't know this we'd bought seats), and you can get a
ticket for a tenner on match day. The place, which holds 14,000, was
comfortably full, and the Wlsh we're in proud mode, so we had a good
laugh. The best thing was the Swans winning a decisive 5-2, which was
made all the more fun for 2 sending offs against Southend, one in the
first half and the second in the dying stages of the second half. I'll
never forget the second as one Southend player was shown his second yellow
for having a verbal go at a woman PC standing by the players tunnel (he
had a quick exit point, I guess). A steward was manfully standing up for
her, and as the player made his exit, he had a go at the steward, who just
turned around and went 'Come ooooonnnn then'. As we were just by the
tunnel, this was a nice bit of entertainment (along with the Welsh humour
in full force ripping the piss out of Southend's number 3). Player
sh*tted himself down the tunnel, and the ref sent the steward off, to a
standing ovation from the Welsh lads.
After this it was off back to Maes-Y and the comfort of a pub crawl about
there and Ystrid-Mynach while we moaned about the lack of interest any of
the Welsh women showed in us. A bout of a videoed Match of the Day (where
I watched with glee as Ty writhe in pain at the highlights of the Fools
match). Bed.
Sunday: Up with the crack of 10 again to be one of the 10 person crowd
(including manager and 2 subs) watching Maes-Y do a decisive win over some
other small Welsh village, ending 8-2 or something like that. Some good
football was played, and I was quite cheered that the near hat-trick hero
(3rd disallowed for offsides) was nearly as fat and ugly as me! Now I
understoof how big Ty rated as such a good left winger! (He used to play
for Maes-Y. As the 5th slotted in, one of the Maes-Y lads, who'd been
taken off at halftime, sang 'You're not singing anymore' at the manager
and two subs who made up the visitors' 'away end'. We whiled the time
running about the rugby pitch next to it, or in the woods, trying to fetch
the clearance kicks for the lads (one ball was lost to the swamps and
nettles). The Welsh Weather gods smiled on us and allowed us a lull in
rain so we were only moderately soaking as we made our way back to Ty's
mum's for Sunday dinner. Then I was off back to London and visiting more
Reds.
(One quick note, Ty had left his wallet in the second cab on the night of
the 'Destruction and Technicolouring of Cardiff'. We were quite
embarrassed to return from Maes-Y to find his mother on the phone with the
driver in question, discussing the 'state we were in'. Luckily she
understands the value of a frequent, erm, airing of the souls...:).
Oh, and Maes-Y laid any doubts I had left about being a jynx, so leave me
alone Paul... :)
I also found on my arrival calls from both Linda and Andy to let me know
they'd gotten me a ticket to Soton! Seems the great and gentle Nick Clay
decided I should be able to go and gave up the one Linda had already
offered to him. Linda, who is now officially my patron saint, asked for
Humph's address to send it to and gave me the welcome news that I'd be
sitting next to the one and only Paul 'You're a Jynx' Windridge! With
only the sick fear that I'd have to bring a step ladder to peer over his
head at the other side of the pitch, I rang up Linda and offered her a
river of wine and a forest of flowers, but had to make do with her only
accepting a pint in the next round... She's a diamond, as we all know
well.
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Coming up in Trip Diary 3b, More London and a meet with Pat Jennings
'1998 was a bad year for English football. It was the year David Beckham
was villified.'
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Subject: UNITED AT LAST
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UNITED AT LAST
At last the big guns decide to speak out against BSkyB's takeover of
Manchester United. Tony Banks, one man you might have expected to put his
foot in his mouth some time ago told the Financial Times today that "there
are dangers inherent in allowing football clubs to be bought up as
commercial commodities."
Not only that but Karel van Miert, the EU's competition minister, told
L'Equipe: "I feel there is a problem. I am receiving a lot of letters from
Manchester United fans asking me to intervene." He added that the EU must
do something to stop European sport following the money-takes-all American
approach.
Great news. The only problem? Manchester United shareholders cast their
votes on the deal at three o'clock this afternoon. Shareholders who are
against Murdoch are unlikely to hold sway over the financial institutions
who hold the extra 60 per cent of shares needed by BSkyB to become owners
of the club. Only a recommendation to the Monopolies and Mergers Commission
can stop the process now, and News International favourite Peter Mandelson
is belived to have already ruled that out. Too late, too late was the cry.
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From: Dave Menashe
Subject: Fergie's Squad System - Guardian
Biggest secret of Alex's squad
Sunday October 25, 1998
One of Alex Ferguson's greatest managerial achievements is also one of the
most under-appreciated - the way he keeps his big squad intact.
United can travel to Pride Park with internationals Cruyff, Blomqvist,
Scholes and Berg on the bench and without a place in the 16 for Teddy
Sheringham, David May, Ronny Johnsen, Denis Irwin and Solskjaer.
Money alone is not the explanation. Players of that calibre could earn
comparable or superior wages anywhere in Europe.
Nor is the mystique and prestige of wearing the red shirt the answer.
Enough freezing cold February reserve team fixtures will test the resolve
of even the most dedicated professional, whatever the name on the club crest.
The answer lies more in Ferguson himself and his unrivalled man management.
Youngsters are cuddled and cajoled into accepting that patience is a
football virtue, that their chance will come, and even accept that their
initial first-team exposure will be fleeting.
That fate presumably awaits right-back Wes Brown, who marked his third
consecutive start with a promising display on a day that saw United fall
below their recent high standards.
Senior players, meanwhile, buy into Fergie's doctrine that the massed-squad
system is for the individual, as well as the collective, good. The current
United squad is voting with its loyalty.
In the early Eighties Villa won the championship using 14 players. Ferguson
will use that many in two games.
There is another reason for such a united front, of course. Ferguson keeps
such tight control on media access to his club that the chance of any
remotely dissatisfied player airing his grievance is practically
non-existent. The last established player to do so was Andrei Kanchelskis.
His United career was over soon after.
Despite yesterday's setback, it is that strength in depth and unity which
makes United arguably the British team best equipped to conduct successful
simultaneous campaigns at home and in Europe.
Manchester United - The Legend - http://manunited.net
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