Monthly Archive for June, 2008

Mourinho and Inter Milan — a marriage made in heaven

Just as Mourinho hit it lucky when he arrived at Chelsea, so now he’s hit it lucky again at Inter Milan. Then, as now, he inherited a terrific team. At Chelsea, the much-maligned Ranieri had already brought on John Terry, a graduate from the youth team. Ranieri signed Lampard and Gallas before the Abramovich days, and then Joe Cole, Makalele, Cech and Robben before he was fired. Not a bad inheritance.

Now at Inter Milan, Mourinho has inherited the second great Inter team, one that can be compared with the team of the mid-1960s that won Serie A three times (1962/3, 1964/5, 1965/6) and the European Cup twice (1964, 1965) and famously lost to Celtic in 1967. Since then Inter Milan fans have had to watch the glory years of AC Milan (European Cup- and Champions League winners five times since 1989 and finalists eight times) and Juventus. Now Inter Milan’s time has come again. They have won Serie A three times in succession and have built a formidable team. The defence is part-Italian (Materazzi and the goalie, Toldo) and part-South American (Walter Samuel, Zanetti and Maicon). The midfield is part-French (Olivier Dacourt and Patrick Vieira) and part-Portuguese (Figo, Maniche and Gomes) and up front are the Argentinians, Crespo and Cruz, and Ibrahimovic, the Swedish striker. Both Roma and Juventus scored more goals last season but no one conceded as few. Like Manchester United and Chelsea, their title defence was built on an iron defence.

That, of course, is how Mourinho likes it. 1-0 is his kind of score. There is just one snag, as there was at Chelsea when he left it.  Inter are an old team. 17 out of 27 in the squad were born in the 1970s. All the big names (except for Cambiasso and Ibrahimovic) are over 30. Some (Figo, Zanetti, Materazzi, Toldo) over 35. This might be OK for the leisurely pace of Serie A, but as Liverpool showed in the Champions League last season, it is no match for a faster side.

And here’s the rub. Lampard and Drogba, the two players Mourinho’s most likely to want to bring over from Chelsea, are not exactly spring chickens. Mourinho never had a youth policy at Chelsea. he didn’t have to. He either inherited star players from Ranieri or bought his own — he spent over £60 million in 2004 and again in 2005.  He bought players at their peak (or, like Shevchenko, past it) and erxcept for Essien and Mikel they were not spring chickens as Grant’s luckless successor will find out.

So you can see why Mourinho jumped at the idea of joining Inter. A good team, on a roll.  All the basics are in place and there’s money to top it up with some of his favourites from Porto (Deco?  Carvalho?) and Chelsea (Lampard? Drogba? Essien?). Portuguese would go well with the contingent already there and African or English might add something new to the Mediterranean/South American mix. But there’s a second problem. Where are the goals going to come from? They didn’t score in either leg against Liverpool and Crespo and Cruz are past their best. No wonder they want Eto’o and Mourinho’s got Drogba’s number for one last  big payday.  It’s not exactly building for the future, but who cares?  Inter and Mourinho want success and they both want it now.

Yves Saint Laurent — And Other French Algerians…

Visitors to Marrakech will remember the Yves Saint Laurent Gardens. The famous designer was born in French Algeria in 1936, one of that extraordinary generation of  cultural figures born between 1913 (Camus) and 1943 (Jacques Attali).  Others include:  Althusser (1918), Derrida (1930) and Physics Nobel Prize winner, Claude Cohen-Tannoudji (1933). Fanon, though born in Martinique in 1925, later lived in Algeria.

Zinedine Zidane, though born in Marseille, was famously of Algerian descent, but belongs to another generation, which includes Olympic gold medallists and world champions, Noureddine Morceli and Hassiba Boulmerka, both champions at 1500 metres.

Today’s top links

Luc Sante has many books, including, he says, “no fewer than five copies of André Breton’s Nadja, not even all in different editions” and “books in three languages I don’t actually read.”

How to win the New Yorker cartoon caption contest. (Sadly, only Americans can enter.)

101 movies to avoid watching before you die, from Crooked Timber.

Shockwaves (from the 2008 Champions League)

What do Sepp Blatter, Jose Mourinho’s appointment today at Inter Milan and Real Madrid’s pursuit of Ronaldo have in common?

Well, two things. The first is football’s relentless move towards globalization: players and managers are now international commodities, moving from Portugal to London to Milan (Mourinho) or from Lisbon to Manchester (and possibly to Madrid) (Ronaldo). This is unstoppable and Sepp Blatter’s blustering won’t stop it.  What is interesting is the growing conflict between football fans who are intensely local and the changing nature of the sport which is international.

The second thing these big news stories have in common is more specific. The huge success of English Premiership in Europe over recent years reached its climax in Moscow with the first all-English final. The most revealing image of the night was not John Terry or Ronaldo but the shot of Blatter, Platini and all the other great and the good from FIFA and UEFA. They looked like the old men of the Kremlin, stony-faced and deeply unhappy. Like Milton’s Satan, they saw undelighted all delight. Is it really a coincidence that it is this summer that Blatter has issued his attempt to bring back national quotas for football clubs? Those with any memory will know that it was similar UEFA legislation which punished English clubs in the early 1990s, counting Scots, Welsh and Northern Irish players as foreign/overseas.  No wonder no English club won the Champions League during those years. If Blatter’s quota is introduced it will have the same effect. But, like Canute, he is fighting against greater forces than UEFA — the EU’s immigration legislation and the new globalization.

Blatter and the UEFA aparatchiks were not the only ones to be shaken by the all-English final. The Italian clubs took one hell of a beating this year. Roma lost to Manchester United, Inter Milan to Liverpool and AC Milan to Arsenal. Not one team from Serie A made it to the Semi-Finals. It was a huge humiliation. The appointment of Mourinho and the inevitable influx of Chelsea players that will follow is the first step to put Italian football back on top. Meanwhile, in Spain egos were just as bruised. Real Madrid were the biggest losers. Yet again, they failed to even make the Quarter-Finals, losing to Roma. Barcelona lost in the Semi-Final, failing to score against Manchester United in more than three hours of football. Messi, Henry , Deco, Gudjohnsen and Eto couldn’t manage a single goal between them. So, of course, Real Madrid have brought out the cheque-book and are trying to buy the best player in the world from — where else? — an English club.  Prepare for plenty of transfer action, hirings and firings, as the big Spanish and Italian clubs try to move the centre of gravity of European football back south.

In praise of Jay-Z

After the promotional giant Mean Fiddler took over organisation of the Glastonbury festival in 2004, cynics argued that the move was symbolic of the demise of music festivals in general: once a bastion of anti-establishment sentiment, Glastonbury had become complacent, corporate and disingenuous. The fact that Glastonbury’s organiser, Michael Eavis (now succeeded by his daughter Emily), pioneered the very concept of a music festival has, if anything, worked against him. How could a man responsible for capturing so much revolutionary spirit concede to the pressures of sponsorship and security? Critics branded the new Glastonbury as an overpriced, cocaine-fuelled blowout for thirtysomething media types, proclaiming its originality while slipping into bland homogeneity.

So Emily Eavis’s decision this year to book rapper Jay-Z as the Saturday night headliner should have been greeted with the respect such progression deserves. For me, the most enjoyable part of Glastonbury has always been the sense of discovery and surprise which wandering around the site grants you. Avoid the main stages and you’ll come across anything from a capella hip hop to comedy groups. By booking Jay-Z, Eavis junior has extended that element of surprise, displaying the type of innovation that made Glastonbury famous in the first place. Yet many commentators have blamed the Jay-Z booking for the festival’s sluggish ticket sales—they’re still available a month and half after going on sale, compared with last year when they sold out in an hour and a half.

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‘How TV Changed Britain’ — More Stupid TV from Channel 4

‘How TV Changed Britain’ is a new 6-part series on Sunday nights on Channel 4, looking at TV genres and how they have reflected and changed Britain. A mixture of clips and 30-second soundbites from various talking heads, it attempts a kind of cultural analysis. Tonight’s (June 1) opening show was about the British police on television, from ‘The Blue Lamp’ and ‘Dixon of Dock Green’ in the 1950s to ‘Life on Mars’.

It could hardly have been more pedestrian and predictable. All the old classics were there: George Dixon and ‘Z Cars’, ‘The Sweeney’ and ‘The Bill’, GF Newman’s ‘Law and Order’ and Roger Graef’s fly on the wall series, ‘Police’, and then a breathless rush through the last twenty years (’Silent Witness’, ‘Prime Suspect’, ‘Cracker’ and ‘Inspector Morse’).

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