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www.red11.org DAILY NEWS Date: Tue Aug 03 01:13:24 EDT 1999 Mail: barry@www.red11.org This Issue: 1. Barca 99.. Part 4 of 5 by Paul Scully 2. BERG NOT BOTHERED BY WEMBLEY DEFEAT 3. United youngster gets life ban ++++++=========+++++++========+++++++++========++++++++ 99/2000 fixtures/match reports are at http://www.red11.org/mufc/992000.htm Mark Bosnich's Personal Details http://www.red11.org/mufc/bosnich.htm >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> MANCHESTER UNITED STATS v ALL teams on the Web http://www.red11.org/mufc/stats.htm Previous News: BSKYB Takeover news/pics at http://www.red11.org/mufc/bskyb.htm Brian Kidd Press conference, pic, real audio http://www.iol.ie/~redcafe/kidd.htm Peter Schmeichel's last Season at United! http://www.red11.org/mufc/news/schmeichel.htm --------------------------------------------------------------- NEXT MATCHES --------------------------------------------------------------- Friendlies: August 3rd [19.30] Omagh Town, St Julian's Road ground August 4th [19:45] Wigan Athletic 08-AUG-1999 [16:00] Manchester Utd. vs Everton (FA Premier League, AWAY) 11-AUG-1999 [20:00] Manchester Utd. vs Sheffield W (FA Premier League, HOME) 14-AUG-1999 [15:00] Manchester Utd. vs Leeds U (FA Premier League, HOME) 22-AUG-1999 [16:00] Manchester Utd. vs Arsenal (FA Premier League, AWAY) UNITED Stats v All teams: http://www.red11.org/mufc/stats/ ALL FIXTURES at: http://www.red11.org/mufc/fix992000.htm Subject: First Team Fixtures 1999/2000 [All dates/times subject to change] Dates of possible cup ties also shown Date Opposition Score Pos. Attend. -------------------------------------------------------------------- 15/07/99 Melbourne Australia 11.00 pre-season W 2-0 60,000 18/07/99 Sydney Australia 06.00 pre-season W 1-0 78,000 21/07/99 Shanghai Shenhua 12.30 pre-season W 2-0 80,000 24/07/99 Hong Kong South China 08.30 pre-season W 2-0 40,000 1/08/99 Arsenal Wembley Charity Shield L 1-2 3/08/99 Omagh Town friendly in aid of Omagh Bomb Fund 19.30 4/08/99 Wigan Athletic friendly at JJB Stadium. 19.45 8/08/99 Everton away 16.00 Live on Sky 11/08/99 Sheffield Wednesday home PL 20.00 14/08/99 Leeds United home PL 12.00 22/08/99 Arsenal away PL 16.00 Live on Sky 25/08/99 Coventry City away PL 20.00 27/08/99 Monaco - Lazio ESC 19.45 30/08/99 Newcastle United home PL 13.00 11/09/99 Liverpool away PL 11.30 Live on Sky 15/09/99 ? EC 18/09/99 Wimbledon home PL 15.00 22/09/99 ? EC 25/09/99 Southampton home PL 15.00 29/09/99 ? EC 3/10/99 Chelsea away PL 16.00 Live on Sky *11/10/99 Sir Alex Ferguson's testimonial OT [Cantona + Schmeichel] 13/10/99 ? WC 3 16/10/99 Watford home PL 15.00 20/10/99 ? EC 23/10/99 Tottenham Hotspur away PL 15.00 27/10/99 ? EC 30/10/99 Aston Villa home PL 15.00 3/11/99 ? EC 6/11/99 Leicester City home PL 15.00 20/11/99 Derby County away PL 15.00 24/11/99 ? EC 27/11/99 Sheffield Wednesday away PL 15.00 30/11/99 Tokyo Palmeiras WCC 20.00 1/12/99 ? WC 4 4/12/99 Everton home PL 15.00 8/12/99 ? EC 15/12/99 ? WC 5 18/12/99 West Ham United away PL 15.00 26/12/99 Bradford City home PL 15.00 28/12/99 Sunderland away PL 20.00 Live on Sky 3/01/2000 Middlesborough home PL 20.00 ***** 5-14 /01/2000 Brazil WTC ***** [3-4 games] 12/01/2000 ? WC sf i 15/01/2000 Leeds United away PL 15.00 22/01/2000 Arsenal home PL 15.00 26/01/2000 ? WC sf ii 5/02/2000 Coventry City home PL 15.00 12/02/2000 Newcastle United away PL 15.00 26/02/2000 Wimbledon away PL 15.00 27/02/2000 ? Wembley WC f 1/03/2000 ? EC 4/03/2000 Liverpool home PL 15.00 8/03/2000 ? EC 11/03/2000 Derby County home PL 15.00 15/03/2000 ? EC 18/03/2000 Leicester City away PL 15.00 22/03/2000 ? EC 25/03/2000 Bradford City away PL 15.00 1/04/2000 West Ham United home PL 15.00 5/04/2000 ? EC qf i 8/04/2000 Middlesborough away PL 15.00 15/04/2000 Sunderland home PL 15.00 19/04/2000 ? EC qf ii 22/04/2000 Southampton away PL 15.00 24/04/2000 Chelsea home PL 15.00 29/04/2000 West Ham United away PL 15.00 3/05/2000 ? EC sf i 6/05/2000 Tottenham Hotspur home PL 15.00 10/05/2000 ? EC sf ii 14/05/2000 Aston Villa away PL 15.00 24/05/2000 ? EC f http://www.red11.org/mufc/match.htm ------------------------------------- THE FANTASTIC TRIPLE WAS WON!! EC links + Personal diaries here: http://www.red11.org/mufc/barcelona.htm We went to Barcelona in a fine day in May And all our supporters sang loudly & gay And when it was over and all said and done We beat Bayern Munich by 2 goals to 1 The first one was Teddy's he out foxed the rest The second was Solskjear's he's simply the best We could have had 4 or we could have had 9 But we didn't start playing till injury time Its the presentation of the European Cup at Nou Camp Video including sound 57secs 1.5 meg ++++++=========+++++++========+++++++++========++++++++Subject: Barca 99.. Part 4 of 5 by Paul Scully Barca 99 Wednesday Night The game had only just got under way and the atmosphere around me was electric. I had to keep pinching myself as I joined in with the singing. As I looked around the stadium, I was dazzled by the intensely colourful stands and the radiant green playing surface, I felt like Alice entering Wonderland. Within seconds though, a barrage of noise went up around me as the Germans were awarded a free kick on the edge of the area. I was brought back to reality and watched nervously, the same way I had in the very same stadium against Barcelona the previous November. The wall, yet again, never really looked secure and to my utter dismay, the outcome was the same as when Romario had placed the ball in the opposite corner 7 months earlier. The Germans suddenly came alive and yet again as had happened so many times before, we had given away the early goal. The only consolation was that this type of scenario usually ensures that the team wakes up and begins to play with the style that befits them for the remainder of the game. The rest of the first half though was stifled by the Germans. We attacked, without really getting anywhere or creating any clear cut chances and they were quite happy to let us have possession and wait for a break. With the game still in the first half, we weren’t really going to take too many risks, and so a stalemate ensued for the remainder of the 45 minutes. In the stands, we were having none of that as we sang our hearts out in the belief that the equaliser would only be a matter of time. As the half time whistle went, I was still extremely confident that we would win this game. The break gave me a chance to finally soak up the atmosphere and I tried to figure out just how I had made it inside. All the worry and uncertainty of the previous few days had gone, I had actually made it and it hadn’t cost me a penny. As the players came out for the second half, I was quite dismayed to see Blomqvist still on the pitch as I thought he had played well below par in the first half, it could only be a matter of time before he did come off though. The expectancy was high now, this was what I personally had waited 21 years for, since I first recalled United playing in Europe. My heart started to beat a little faster as the game restarted and I took a deep breath as I hoped and prayed we would come good. The game seemed to be going that little bit faster now and we were still doing no better than we had done in the first half. Many fans around me were starting to get nervous and it was difficult to keep the songs going. I had a big, bald headed guy in front of me taking up half my space and so I was virtually stood on a chair and crushed between various other people near the exit. Blomqvist had us all with our hands raised momentarily as he latched onto a cross in the 6 yard area only for it to loop agonisingly over the top. The cries of ‘Oh Teddy Teddy’ were ringing around the stands and Fergie duly obliged by replacing Blomqvist with around 20 minutes to go. The substitution opened up the game a little more, as the team reverted to a 4-3-3 formation, though as we attacked, gaps were left at the back for the Germans to exploit. Twice they hit the woodwork, one a delightful chip over Schmeichel and the second a thunderous overhead kick against the crossbar. As the second one hit the crossbar and we managed to clear, we all just shook our heads and the guy next to me turned and said ‘I wouldn’t be surprised it we went onto bloody win this now’, though everyone else was a little less optimistic as another German attack seemed to part the red sea and it was left to Schmeichel to palm an explosive shot around the post. We did have our chances though, though no-one could really seem to get a proper shot on goal. I can’t really remember the order of things, but somewhere in the melee of attacks from both sides, Solksjaer replaced Cole with 10 minutes to go and immediately had a header saved at the near post from a Beckham corner. As we entered the last five minutes of normal time, we stepped up the pressure and there was a succession of chances with Yorke miscuing, a wonderful move culminating in a cross from Butt into a 6 yard box with no-one there, another Solksjaer header and a weak shot from Yorke as the ball fell slightly behind him. Each chance was greeted with utter disbelief as we put our hands on our heads and looked at each other in dismay. As the 90 minute mark came up on the scoreboard, my heart sank. I really did think that it was not going to be our year and I steeled myself for the disappointment of the final whistle, telling myself that we would come back again another day, but realising that maybe this could have been our greatest achievement ever. I distinctly remember, as the last few minutes ticked away, standing in unison singing ‘Forever and ever’ over and over again, with all those around me. It was our way of letting the players know we appreciated their efforts and we would follow them forever no matter what. As I watched, the ball was knocked out of the German area and chased by Beckham, who had fought for everything. He dummied to go left and swerved right outfoxing his German marker and playing the ball out to Irwin(?) on the left. The attempted cross was charged out for a corner leaving Beckham to run over and take it. One last chance I thought, as I held my fist to my mouth and said ‘Please’ over and over again. As the corner was taken, Schmeichel came running upfield and it looked for a moment that he was going to run in and meet it full on. A challenge by a defender saw it just glance the side of his head before running behind and falling to Yorke. Yorke miscontrolled, letting it fall to another defender and Schmeichel turned to run back to goal as the ball was about to be cleared. The clearance though, was sliced across the edge of the box to Giggs who turned and quickly hit it right footed. With mouth open, I took a step forward and half raised my hands, as I watched the ball run through to Sheringham. I felt like I was watching a pinball machine and Sheringham was just about to trigger the extra ball as he stuck out his boot. I could scarcely believe it though, when I saw it hit the back of the net. For a split second, I stopped as I saw a stream of German hands raised and I looked at the linesman and referee, just waiting for it to be disallowed. The referee also seemed to wait as he too looked at his linesman, until he pointed to the centre circle for a goal and I knew we had done it. I jumped up and grabbed the guy next to me and we were just screaming and shouting at each other as about ten others jumped around on top of us. To my right two large red flares were let off and I was shaking with joy as I took deep breaths and bent over with my fists clenched shouting ‘YES, YES!!!’. We were finally back in the game and I stood together with the guys around me as we launched into a chorus of ‘We shall not, we shall not be moved’. The Germans looked distraught as they were restarting the game, but I followed the ball with trepidation as it was played into our half, biting my nails just praying for the final whistle to go. As soon as the ball neared a United player the cries of ‘Clear It’, went up all around me. The ball was duly launched upfield and Solksjaer latched onto it. Hold it, I thought as he attempted to put in a cross, but thankfully we gained a corner instead. This, I thought would see us to the end of the game, allowing me to stop shaking from the equalising goal. As Beckham put his cross in, time seemed to slow down as Sheringham rose toward it. I didn’t have a clue what happened next. I just saw the German net bulge and the ball drop to the floor inside it. At this point, all time seemed to stop around me while I tried to take in the enormity of what I was seeing. I looked at the linesman and the referee, but everything felt so surreal, how could we have scored again? It was probably only milliseconds but it just seemed to take an age for my eyes to make my brain understand what it was seeing. Things like this don’t even happen in the wildest of dreams. Then it hit me like a tidal wave of pure unbridled emotion. I screamed out ‘YESSSSSSS!!!’, as I jumped on the guy in front of me and we were holding each others heads screaming at one another face to face, about 3 inches apart. I turned to the guy to my right as people began to fall all over the place and he just screamed at me, ‘We’ve only gone and fucking done it!!!!!’. Even the Spanish steward was going wild and I lost count of the number of people I hugged. We turned to look at the pitch just to make sure it was real and I saw a sight I have never ever seen before on a football pitch. Someone shouted out, ‘They won’t re-start the game’ and unbelievably it was true. At least eight of the Bayern players were just sat in the area, some against the post, others face down - they had given up already, they no longer wanted to play on. It took the effort of the referee to go around and pull them to their feet before the game was re-started. Needless to say, it didn’t last long, and the cheers that went up when that whistle went were just unreal. I could not take in the feelings I had inside of me. My head was telling me it wasn’t real, that I should wake up, but my body was celebrating wildly. Manchester United were Champions of Europe. The presentation and the ensuing celebrations was just a wonderful experience. The players were just as ecstatic as the fans, dancing and singing their way around the stadium. Everyone was on a natural high, grinning from ear to ear, singing along with whatever the PA was belting out. In the excitement, I re-wound my camera by mistake, but I didn’t care, I just wanted to see that trophy lifted. I tried to feel sorry for Bayern, but I couldn’t as we sang the old favourite, ‘Always look on the bright side of life’. The United players were led up to collect the trophy by Schmeichel, who probably just wanted to make sure he got his medal after the farcical Cup Winners Cup final presentation a week earlier. As the trophy was lifted, thousands of flashes lit up every corner of the stadium and I just stood and cheered with a tear of complete and utter joy in my eye. It was a moment I would treasure forever. The celebrations continued around every corner of the stadium and the players just didn’t want to leave the field. The sky was lit up by dazzling flashes wherever the trophy went and the music just went on and on, everybody joining in with whatever they could. As the players settled in front of the main United contingent they all took turns to go up and lift the trophy in front of the crowd, each in their own special way. There was only one person missing though and we all knew who we wanted, as we chanted, ‘We want Keane, We want Keane, We want Keane’. It took a while, but he was finally persuaded to come back out to the pitch along with Scholes and re-join the celebrations. The whole team made an archway for them to walk under, after which Keane and then Scholes raised the trophy above their heads. They may not have played a part that night but we wanted them to know that they had played their part as much as anyone else had that season and it was fitting to end the night with the club captain raising the trophy in front of us. By this time, the team had been out for the best part of 45 minutes after the game had finished and as they left the field so did I, hoping to find the others in the Sports Bar in Catalunya Square. I walked out of the ground and my head was just buzzing, as I tried to recall Solkjaers goal again and again. For the life of me, all I could remember was a foot sticking out and the net bulging. I had pure adrenaline running through my veins and think I tried to ring various people though I couldn’t get my phone working - well I could barely press a key in the right order as it happened. I reached the tube to find a huge queue, though luckily, I already had a tube ticket from the ten Kerry and I had bought the previous day. The guy at the entrance eventually gave up as a crush was building and decided to let us all through. This didn’t help much though as the train broke down half way and so I ended up walking the remainder of the way to The Ramblas. By the time I reached The Ramblas, hunger had got the better of me and I made a decision which I was to regret for the rest of the holiday. I went into one of the baguette shops to get something to line my stomach for the walk over to the Sports Bar. It was quite packed inside with a lot of United fans feeling the same way as me. I ordered and paid, unfortunately putting my wallet back into my shorts pocket whilst waiting for my change. As I went to grab my wallet to put my change away I suddenly realised it was no longer there. I looked around the floor before remembering that some Spanish kid had been stood next to me a minute previously, which was confirmed by other people around me. I went outside and was shouted back for my baguette. I went back and quickly grabbed it asking around if anyone saw what the kid was like, but no-one could remember - one Spanish kid looks like the next I thought to myself. I walked outside and there was just masses of people everywhere, mainly United fans singing their hearts out - that was it, my wallet had gone. It was only as I walked to the Sports Bar that the full extent of it finally began to hit me. I had just lost 170 quid in Peseta’s, along with credit cards and a gym card, which I didn’t like that much anyway. I reached that Sports Bar and broke the news to everyone else that I had just lost my wallet, though I felt as if I was still trying to get it through to myself at the same time. It also suddenly dawned on me that I had no money to get drinks or to go clubbing. I sat outside the Sports Bar with Kerry, Rob and Ed trying to think up a plan of action before deciding to go back to the hotel to call my girlfriend in England so that she could cancel my credit card. I still had a credit card back in Majorca and 20 pounds in English currency but none of that was any good to me whilst I was stone cold sober in Barcelona at 1.30am. Kev came back to the hotel shortly afterwards and as I was emotionally and physically exhausted, I decided to call it a night and get some sleep, rather than go searching for the guys. I didn’t have much chance of this though, as we got into a rather long discussion about the match, as well as more philosophical issues, like whether we would still go on Euro Aways, now that we had achieved the ultimate in club football and satisfied our personal ambitions. Thus, the night for which I had planned the biggest celebration of all, turned into a sober discussion to the background of United songs coming from The Ramblas. I eventually fell asleep, though I was woken an hour later by Kerry and the guys who took up various positions around the floor. Unfortunately Jason had to be smacked several times with trainers due to the loudness of his snoring which was preventing the rest of us from sleeping. At about 6am, the door went yet again and a couple of female voices entered the room. I haven’t a clue who they were as I was too tired to wake up, though I do recall them saying that the room was the sweatiest, smelliest room they had ever been in. In our defence though, there was 7 un-showered bodies in a very small confined space, producing bodily odours all night. PAUL SCULLY 1999 No copying without permission email: scullyp@logica.com
Subject: BERG NOT BOTHERED BY WEMBLEY DEFEAT Henning Berg was not too despondent following Manchester United's first defeat of 1999. Arsenal's 2-1 victory in the Charity Shield at Wembley ended the Treble-winners' 33-match unbeaten run, which had stretched back to before Christmas. However Berg knows the real action begins on Sunday against Everton at Goodison Park with the start of the Premiership campaign. He also recalled how United lost last season's Charity Shield to Arsenal and still went on to claim an historic Treble. ‘He said: ''We're not happy about losing and everybody here likes to win each game they play in. ''But having said that, we lost the Charity Shield last year as well and we went on to have a great season, so it's not the worst thing that could happen.'' Despite the result, Berg was delighted to play at Wembley after missing United's dramatic climax to last season. The Norwegian international centre-half was playing his best football since joining United from Blackburn two years ago when he suffered medial knee ligament damage in April. ''It's been a long time and it's good to be back,'' he admitted. ''My knee feels OK now and there's no problem. ''It was difficult for me last season. I was with the boys all of the time and it was really good to be there and for them and the club to win everything, but it was hard for me because I could not play.'' Berg's goal now is to make the central defensive berth alongside Jaap Stam his own. Wes Brown is out of the running following his long-term injury and Berg's remaining rivals are David May and Ronny Johnsen, who is currently injured. ''Everyone at the club wants to have a regular place in the team and I'm no different,'' he said.
Subject: United youngster gets life ban By Peter Ferguson Tuesday, August 3, 1999 Sir Alex Ferguson yesterday escaped the bung furore - but failed to save one of his young defenders from being banned for life. The Manchester United boss flew to Belgium to support Ronnie Wallwork and teammate Danny Higginbotham who were involved in a play-off match that ended with players accused of attacking a referee. Wallwork, 21, was yesterday banned for life by the country's FA Commission and Higginbotham ,20, was suspended for a year. Both were playing in Belgium as part of United's pioneering link-up with Antwerp when the trouble broke out after the play-off draw with La Louviere. The referee alleges he was assaulted by players in the dimly-lit tunnel and that Wallwork had him by the throat. Higginbotham is alleged to have laid hands on him. Other players are alleged to have kicked in door panels and damaged the dressing-room as Antwerp lost control. If Wallwork's ban is ratified by FIFA his career could be finished and Antwerp secretary Paul Bistiaux said: 'This is outrageous and a scandal. These two English players are professionals and this robs them of their living. There has not been a homicide.' Antwerp and United are considering appealing and could take legal action, citing restraint of trade. England youth international Wallwork has had loan spells at Carlisle and Stockport while hovering on the fringes of the senior squad. Higginbotham played in United's 2-0 Premiership win at Barnsley on the last day of the 1997-98 season.
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