A Man Must Have a Code – the ‘Arrogance’ of Pep Guardiola

Pep thinking

Image courtesy of Daily Mirror

As Manchester United catastrophically lost to West Brom at Old Trafford to hand Manchester City the 2017-2018 Premier League title, I felt more than a tinge of satisfaction. Not that I was delighted that Manchester United (the team I have supported since I was about 7 or 8 years old) lost, but rather that Manchester City, playing how Pep Guardiola intends them to, were crowned champions. And in doing so, decimated the field. It provides a stark contrast to the rudderless display of United’s individuals against bottom-of-the-table West Brom which itself was a microcosm of United’s season so far – no tempo, patchy fluency and lacking identity.

As Guardiola motioned “one more” to the Manchester City faithful at the end of their impressive 3-1 victory over Spurs at Wembley yesterday, only the craziest punter would have *expected* that “one more” would have meant a Manchester United home defeat to West Brom. After a difficult 10 days, in which his team lost 3 games on the bounce to United and Liverpool (giving up leads in two of those), there was talk about Manchester City’s air of invincibility being swept away, of cracks in a city build on sandy foundations. Cracks, perhaps – the quest for perfection is a never-ending journey, but after their dominant win at Spurs, we were left in no doubt about the stability of the foundations created. The 16-point lead between the Champions and United is built on a code, the Guardiola code.

Guardiola has never hidden his code. To give his team the best chance to win the game, it must dominate the ball. “Without the ball, we are a humble team”. Rather than gamble on giving the opposition a chance to test his team’s weakness, he takes away that opportunity – by having the ball. When they don’t have it, they hunt for it. For him, it is easier to control your fate when you possess the reason for the game you play. There is one ball – he wants his team playing with it (exclusively). He has remained faithful to it. From the sterling work he did with Barcelona B, to creating a steamrollering juggernaut with the Barcelona first team, and then moving to Germany where he converted Bayern Munich into a relentless winning blackhole, swallowing all points available in Germany. And now, Manchester City. Towards the end of last season, as his side closed in on third place (and a trophy-less first season), his methods were questioned by all and sundry. “You can’t win with small players”, “You can’t win without physicality”, “the pace of English football is too fast for your ‘brand of football’”. They came for him, pundits, journalists, ex-pros and the hardened Guardiola -sceptics. English football is not like Spanish or German football – “the best league in the world”, the competition, the pace and the physicality could never allow tiki-taka take hold on the British Isles. Guardiola got tetchy, got chippy, he delivered cheap shots (Gary Neville felt the burn), but amidst all this, was careful to explain why he would not change his code. Third place? A sure sign that English football had cracked Guardiola. It was only the 2nd time in his career his team had failed to win the league. What did he do? He simply doubled down. Arrogance? Pragmatism.

Man City

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With a team of Pinkies (the wee Silvas, Gundogans and Jesuses of the game) and the Brain (oh, and a brace-face goalkeeper better known for his passing and kicking), Manchester City, with 87 points from 33 games, are on track to record the following records:

  • Most points in a season (currently held by Chelsea (2004/2005 – 95 points)
  • Most goals scored in a season (currently held by Chelsea (2009/2010 – 103 goals)
  • Best goal difference in a season (currently held by Chelsea (2009/2010 – 71 goals)
  • Biggest winning margin (currently held by Manchester United (1999/2000) – 18 points)

Losses to Liverpool and Manchester United (but, Liverpool in particular) were put down to, among other things, “arrogance”. It beats the imagination. I argued that contrarily, arrogance was far a reason for those defeats as Russian chemical poisoning was. In the first leg of the Champions League quarter-final at Anfield, Pep Guardiola’s humility was on display for the world to see. You questioned his team shape? You questioned how his side set out to try and contain Liverpool? His insecurity came home to roost. And it crowed –too loud. In altering his team scheme and set-up so jarringly to counter Liverpool’s strengths, he nullified his own. He didn’t betray his code so much as he compromised it by his callow acceptance of the superiority of his opponent’s qualities. It is a lesson you hope he learns; to avoid tinkering too much. In many ways, he is like Rafa Benitez – they are obsessive in their desire to constantly adjust in-game. Of course, they operate by different codes, Benitez less a disciple of the school of “Possess the ball” than Guardiola, but both have suffered for this across their careers.

The next step for Guardiola is to build on the dominance of this season’s football. Exiting the Champions League should not detract from the sterling work he has done. They said he couldn’t win, that he would have to compromise – he did. Devastatingly. All it took was increased familiarity. The Champions League tie against Liverpool should be *the* learning point for next season. The code remains paramount but, just maybe, there is room to become a touch arrogant, to send your team out to fully commit to marrying the code with a willingness to always play games on their terms. The first leg at Anfield? Run with Liverpool. They press? You press too. Oh, and try to cut out the careless mistakes. Otamendi and Ederson were culpable for what I’d call some extraordinary errors across both legs which City could have done without.

Congratulations to Manchester City and Pep Guardiola – they have put together one of the most dominant seasons in English football history, playing football exactly as they desired to do so and winning games on their own terms.





With Kylian Mbappe, there are no limits

Mbappe (Fox)

“When I watch him dribble, he’s thinking. He thinks when he plays and that for me is the most important thing in a player. He thinks. He uses his brain.” – Thierry Henry on Kylian Mbappe

If age is but a number, Kylian Mbappe is one of the best footballers in the game today. Even if it weren’t, and you wanted him to show more than his year and a half of consistent top-flight football, it shouldn’t matter. While his technical and tactical gifts are plain to see, the measure of his ability can be summarised thus – he can be whatever player his team or coach needs him to be at any given time and perform at elite-level. There are not many players like this in football today, particularly attacking players. They can be counted on one hand. And Mbappe just turned 19.

Mbappe, in choosing to join Paris last summer, walked into a situation that required he adjust his game, perhaps radically so, to coexist with his new attacking playmates. Neymar had just arrived from Barcelona to take his place on a ready-made Parisian throne, and has been scintillating since arriving, leading, scoring, creating and generally making Ligue 1 his playground. Edinson Cavani, after waiting years for Zlatan Ibrahimovic to vacate the no.9 position has hungrily set about feasting on defences, taking advantage of the creativity and space created by the on-the-ball menace of Neymar and Mbappe. Cavani’s not even giving up penalties, not to speak of his position. And he is Europe’s top scorer across all competitions, so can justify his claims. So, what about Mbappe?

Mbappe’s story has been told, re-told, hashed and re-hashed but it’s worth repeating some nuggets here for context.

  • At £165m, he is the second most expensive footballer in history. He was 18 at the time and turned 19 in December 2017
  • In 16/17, was involved in a league goal (either scoring or creating) every 65 minutes
  • Youngest player in history to score 10 Champions League goals
  • First teenager, since Lionel Messi, to be named in top 10 Ballon d’Or (he finished 7th in voting). He is also the youngest player to ever be shortlisted for the award
  • In 17/18 so far, has registered 12 goals and 11 assists in 19 French League and Champions League fixtures

He was second to Ngolo Kante in French Player of the Year 2017 voting, and is already considered an indispensable part of the French starting XI going into the 2018 World Cup. The only question is where he should start – he’s capable of playing pretty much anywhere along the midfield and attacking edge (left midfield, left wide forward, striker, supporting striker, right midfield and right wide forward).

Monaco v PSG – adapting his game

With Monaco last season, playing alongside Radamel Falcao, he provided the most accurate Thierry Henry impression since Igwe himself, drifting off to the left wing to find space and causing havoc with his speed and ability on the ball. This season in Paris, with Cavani and Neymar, he plays off the right side of the field, sometimes as a high and wide forward, other times as a right-sided midfielder. His output has not wavered – in fact, he is surpassing last season’s performances. While his 8 assists in Ligue 1 last season was impressive, he has really come to the fore as a creative force this year in a role that is more obviously about creating space and chances for his more established attacking partners.

It’s worth noting the ease with which he has slotted into this Paris side. Last season, Monaco played a predominantly counter-attacking style – he excelled, always finding space down the channels to sprint into, or behind defences to either glance headers in or apply his already-elite finishing touch. At Paris, currently second to Manchester City in the European club possession charts, he spends more time on the ball, attempting nearly three times the number of passes he was attempting at Monaco in 16/17. Paris also encounters more teams playing lower blocks than Mbappe faced at Monaco, the result being constricted space and less room to play in in the final third of the pitch. Rather than struggle, he has blossomed. His close control is remarkable, even if he is all legs. He can beat a defender going outside with his pace, or coming inside with his ability to deceive and evade. His speed, over short and long distances, takes some getting used to. He dribbles in tight spaces with short and nimble steps, but expands his loping legs to eat up ground faster than recovering defenders when counter-attacking. He loves a fake shot, ala-Henry, but also fancies a stepover or two. He’s employed the Ronaldo chop, both as an evasive tactic, but also routinely to execute passes (and make goals) because he’s just having fun. There isn’t much he can’t do on the ball.

And he’s currently doing all this playing as a right footed right sided midfielder/winger. Somehow, in this age of inverted wingers, the best wide forward in Europe (not named Neymar) is not playing on the wrong wing. Why though? As Thierry Henry said, he thinks; he is always thinking. Take Paris’ trouncing of Bayern in the Champions League group stage. While Neymar was man of the match, Mbappe was not far behind. With Bayern dominant in possession, Mbappe had fewer touches and fewer passes than what he has averaged per game at Paris – which meant fewer opportunities to make an impact. He took the opportunity to re-announce himself to Europe with a performance of astounding efficiency maturity. He has a gift, one that only very few have – the ability to simply situations on the pitch, balancing safety and risk in a manner that belies his age. His bamboozling of Alaba in the lead up to Neymar’s goal was delicious, but his assist for Cavani’s goal, receiving the ball, waiting and playing the perfect pass into the Uruguayan’s stride spoke of his ability to do the simple things simply. Even Neymar, for all his gifts, for a long time retained an individualistic, almost selfish, streak to his football identity that meant that team decision-making was regularly sacrificed on the altar of self-indulgence and gratification.

More recently, Mbappe provided another reminder of his talent against Caen in Ligue 1. Beating three players with a combination of body feints, quick feet and sprinter’s pace, he then delivered the perfect cross to Cavani who converted with an exquisite flick of his heel. Mbappe is making the absurd look normal, with end-product to match.


Surprisingly, his finishing this season is the one aspect of his game that has suffered. While this could be because he’s being asked to do more on the pitch than he did at Monaco last season, it is probably because playing on a better team, with more opportunities to express himself and ‘enjoy’ has led to lapses in focus and concentration in critical moments. Additionally, he is not the primary scorer – there’s Neymar and Cavani before him. Some matches come to mind – the trouncing of Anderlecht in the Champions League (in Belgium) was pockmarked by some awful misses, while his return to Monaco was littered with poor decisions and even poorer finishing (chalk that down to nerves, perhaps). While this dip cannot be ignored, particularly given his stellar conversion rate of 30% last season, his finishing ability is well-documented – he just needs to stay switched on all the time.

A Tale of Two Captains

When Johan Cruyff predicted that one of Neymar and Messi could leave Barcelona, many found it difficult to envisage. In his view, two captains (and by two captains, he meant two players that are, if not ball-dominant, naturally placed to lead their teams) could not co-exist for long because one’s star would inevitably start to shrink the room needed for another’s to grow. He suggested that Messi be sold to make room for Neymar – Neymar is younger, after all. However, Barcelona’s reality, with its La Masia core retiring or ageing, meant this was likely never going to happen, particularly with its spotty record of getting consistent and prolonged excellence out of Brazilian stars (compare this to Lionel Messi’s almost mechanical consistent genius). In Neymar’s time at Barcelona, he was a winger, then became a true wide forward, almost Pedroesque in his off the ball movement, before gradually taking on a more creative role in the team. In the 2nd half of his 4 years at Barcelona, it was not unusual for Neymar to have more touches of the ball than Messi, who was more than happy to share the limelight (partly due to increased freedom but also partly because he’s more self-indulgent). But it wasn’t enough, playing second fiddle to Messi, even as grateful as he is for Messi’s guidance.

Paris may end up having a Two-Captains conundrum, that is if Neymar and Mbappe are together that long. In Joon Lee’s excellent Mbappe feature for Bleacher Report, Antonio Ricardi, one of Mbappe’s first coaches, opines that he is “sure Mbappe can be better than Neymar in two years.” It is difficult to see this either happening at Paris, or being acknowledged at Paris, while Neymar remains. Right now, there is no doubt that Neymar is the technical leader, the player that commands the most touches and the most attention. He goes where he chooses on the pitch and how he interacts with his teammates, almost without reproach. Mbappe’s talent and rapid progression means that, very soon, his gifts will need room to be a captain. Right now, he thoroughly enjoys playing with Neymar, learning in training, exchanging tricks and flicks, 1-2s and assists, but he is also individually ambitious; after all, his idol is Cristiano Ronaldo.

Mbappe and Neymar will not last very long as a partnership, certainly not as long as Messi and Neymar lasted. While Neymar is the older of the two, he is a more self-indulgent spirit than Messi is, which means that as Mbappe’s influence on the team grows, it is likely Mbappe will be forced to seek his own kingdom or Neymar will depart for pastures anew.


Mbappe is the best teenage footballer football has seen since Lionel Messi. His precocity is only surpassed by fantasies of how bright his star, once fully developed, could be. Before every match, he has a lollipop in his mouth, looking every bit the teenager that he is. He looks like he’s having fun because he really is – the game comes so easily to him, physically, tactically and technically. Will he be one of the best footballers on the planet? He already is. Let’s hope he continues to remain interested in being so.


Moments (2) – Wayne Rooney scuffs me into delirium


History maker

Media reports in the lead up to the 2011 Champions League Final told us that Manchester United had spent days working on set-pieces and corner kicks to exploit Barcelona’s lack of height. On the day, Manchester United’s corner count – 0. Shots on target? 1. Barcelona? 12 shots on target, with 6 corner kicks. What should have been crushing disappointment at the end of the game was only slightly mitigated by the fact that we had been beaten by possibly the best club-side in history. Respect. Nevertheless, during the game, in the one moment we offered a taste of what we could do, I lost my mind. Read on as I recount the moment Wayne Rooney made me lose my voice…

The Context…

Manchester United and Barcelona met in the Champions League Final for the 2nd time in 3 seasons, with the former having been to the final 3 times in 4 years – while Barcelona was widely lauded as the best team in history, Manchester United was probably on par with this team heading into the Wembley spectacle (at least in terms of consistent success).

In 2008, I watched the final in the bedroom of one of my school teacher’s (caveat – there were lots of other boys in there and it was only for the football). When Van der Sar saved Anelka’s unconvincing penalty, we all went bonkers, save for my lone Chelsea-fan friend, Nanu. In 2009, watching in Edinburgh, I marvelled as we hopped aboard Barcelona’s carousel, dizzied by the mesmeric passing combinations and dribbling of Messi and co. In my mind that night, Iniesta was the best player on the planet (even Rooney thought so).

I viewed the game from a friend’s studio flat in Aberdeen. We had some hope. After all, Arsenal had beaten Barca that season, and Barca had a quite shocking record in England at the time, although their previous appearance at Wembley had yielded a Champions League trophy in 1992). Barca also had players ‘out of position’ – Mascherano was set to continue at centre back with captain shaggy, Puyol, on the bench. Abidal, just returned from liver surgery, would resume his left back position but nobody knew how he’d hold up against an Antonio Valencia in the form of his life.

The Moment…

“It’s peak!”

Barca started the match strong and took the lead in the 27th minute, with Pedro sliding in a neat finish from Xavi’s pass. With no Barcelona fans in the room (except me, of course, and I was on leave for the day), the room was quiet. Going behind wasn’t surprising – all the British media’s proclamations of Manchester United’s greatness withered away with each 1-2 and nutmeg from the men in stripes. The game was literally over until the moment. Then was over after that anyway.

In response to Barcelona’s suffocating pressure, Sir Alex Ferguson instructed his side to push up a bit more. Barca won a throw-in about halfway into their half; seemingly there was no danger. The ball was thrown to David Villa, but with Rio Ferdinand in close attention, the ball bounced back along the line in the direction it came from. Fabio flicked a pass to Wayne Rooney in close attendance, who controlled and played a short pass to Carrick just to his right, who wall-passed it back – Sergio Busquets out of the equation. He then flicked another pass to an onrushing Giggs who returned it. Now my friend and I share this joke, and it’s been running for years, that Rooney is the “scuff-king”. He scuffs volleys, taps ins, even overhead kicks (surely a shinner counts as a scuffed attempt, right?) Well, his finish here, beautifully swept into the right corner came off his ankle.

This was me:  jose-mourinho-celebrates

Can’t hold us back

The next 2 minutes were spent jumping hysterically on a bed, yelling my head off (think it was a Latin-style pundit GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLL **To be continued*) for two minutes and hugging my friend like he’d been to hell and back. Thinking back to that moment again, I can’t recall celebrating so intensely since or indeed before. Perhaps the surprise of the goal, completely out of the blue, coupled with a prior despondency provoked that exuberant release.  We lost in the end, but I’ll never forget the isolated minutes of unrestrained joy.


Wayne Rooney became Manchester United’s top scoring player on Saturday – a hell of an achievement. However, the joint England and Manchester United top scorer’s (still remarkable!) career has felt somewhat underwhelming. Some could even argue that at the 2011 Champions League Final, he was already past his peak – most would argue his final individual season was 2009/2010; once unshackled from his place as Ronaldo’s Robin, he plundered . There has been recent Chinese talk, with Mourinho stating that he wouldn’t stand in Rooney’s way if he desired a move (hard to imagine Rooney trying to say “I love Evergrande” in Mandarin) – sign of respect or sign of dispensability? Arguably both, but it does inevitably suggest that the scouser’s time at Old Trafford is coming to an end. Will he get a statue? It’s unlikely. However, he is a Manchester United legend and should be remembered as such.