YoG No.5 – Yugoslavia

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The European Brazil. The best team to never win anything – then the best team never to exist. And the very definition of football being so much less than a matter of life and death. To think that a European country could fall asunder in such bloody violence; to think that slaughter occurred in what are now city-break destinations like Dubrovnik, in our lifetime; and to think that the men in the picture above – who made it to the quarter-finals of Italia 90, topped their group in the Euro 92 qualifiers ahead of eventual champions Denmark, and many of whom were European Champions in 1991 with Red Star Belgrade / Crvena Zvezda – would have their lives, and those of their families and friends, turned upside-down by war, is almost surreal to us today.

As in any society, however, the game of the masses gave expression to the divisions and tensions in the country. The serious rioting at the Maksimir stadium in Zagreb on the 13 May 1990 in a game between Red Star Belgrade (now in Serbia) and Dinamo Zagreb of separatist Croatia is regarded as a manifestation of the internal problems and a harbinger of things to come. Some even regarded it as the start of the war, as examined by Ivan Đorđević  here . And while the scenes below don’t look unlike those we grew up seeing on BBC in the 70’s and the 80’s in English football, it’s the nationalist sentiment behind it which gives it meaning. No-one died in the riot. It could easily have been another Heysel. But the people of Yugoslavia would suffer enough soon.

To return to on-field footballing matters, Yugoslav history in the game is one of near-glories. Their only title came in the 1960 Olympic games. They were runners-up in 2 European Championships in 1960 and 1968,  and semi-finalists in the 1962 World Cup. They assumed the epithet “Brazil of Europe”, seeing themselves as the representatives of samba football on the old continent. As Jonathan Wilson relates in his illuminating book on Eastern European football, ‘Behind the Curtain’, Red Star’s ground was known as the “Marakana” after Rio’s arena, and for Pele’s testimonial in 1971, it was the Yugoslavs chosen as Brazil’s opposition, rather than the more obvious European giants. But they never scaled the heights of their South American inspirations. And they should have. They really should have. Throughout the 1970’s and 1980’s they were a very strong side but never got beyond nearly men. Here they are beating World Champions Argentina in a friendly – back when they mattered somewhat – in 1979. That Susic lad looked alright.

At Italia 90, they finished 2nd in their group to West Germany, beating both the United Arab Emirates and Colombia. In the second round they beat the Spain of Butragueno, Michel and Zubizaretta 2-1 after extra time. Dragan Stojkovic scored twice. The second a wonderful free-kick, but the first epitomised absolute composure. Wonderful stuff.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JUQ3JoXaQDA

In the quarter final, they lost out 3-2 on penalties to then World Champions and eventual finalists Argentina.

But it was the next tournament that would bring the end of Yugoslav football as we knew it. Their golden generation had won the World U-20 Championship in 1987, as described by Jonathan Wilson (again) here, and they were beginning to come of age. In qualifying for Euro 92, they won 7 out of 8 games. They scored  24 goals and conceded 4. They won every away match 2-0. Darko Pancev scored 10 goals, the top scorer in qualifying, and only France garnered more points.

They qualified on the 13th November 1991. Seven days later the massacre at Vukovar happened. Mass graves of 200 people were discovered there. 60 more went missing in the worst war crime since WWII. The siege of Dubrovnik started on October 1st 1991 where over 400 had died before the siege lifted on the 31st May 1992, 10 days before the Euros kicked off, and the day that what remained of Yugoslavia was kicked out of the competition.

Danish players were called in from their holidays and told they were back in as runners-up to Yugoslavia in qualifying. As you know, they won the tournament. In all of the “what-ifs” that dominate football conversations across the world, this is surely one of the biggest. And as the nations that made up Yugoslavia splintered in football into Croatia, Yugoslavia, Macedonia, Slovenia and Bosnia-Herzegovina in the 1990’s, and further into Serbia and Montenegro later on, even greater what-ifs emerged.

Yugoslavia had surely one of the best teams available to any nation in 1994, had that nation still existed and been allowed to enter the tournament. Instead they were suspended. Surely Croatia’s performances in Euro 96 and France 98 alone justify some hyperbole, battering the Danish champions 3-0 in Sheffield and then finishing 3rd in the World Cup in France, demolishing Germany 3-0 in the process, while the rump Yugoslavia team narrowly lost out to the Dutch in the second round.

Croatia could call upon Igor Stimac, Slaven Bilic, Robert Prosinecki, Davor Suker, and Zvonimir Boban. Yugoslavia fielded Predrag Mijatovic, the unforgettable (for many reasons) Sinisa Mihajlovic (below) and the genius Dragan Stojkovic. Together Christ knows what damage that team could have done at USA 94!

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In Euro 2000 qualifying, both teams were drawn together, with Macedonia. And with Ireland. How good was that Irish team that we were seconds away from finishing top of that group. But for that desperate, desperate, late goal conceded in Macedonia. Yugoslavia won the group in the end. Croatia finished 3rd behind us. And we lost out to Turkey in the play offs. Unfortunately a 6-1 hammering by the Dutch in the quarter-final ended the Yugoslavian journey. For good.

The death of Yugoslavia took with it potential for one of the great European teams in the early and mid-90’s. As good as France in the late 90’s and Spain in the last decade. The new nations fielded some of the greatest European players of that decade. As a sign of their quality, it can be said that Former Yugoslavia countries have given European football many multiples of world class players than former Soviet republics, including Russia. People scoff when they see countries like Bosnia drawn out of the hat, until they realise Dzeko is up front. And how could a Yugoslavia team look today?

Begovic – Bosnia and Herzegovina (Chelsea)

Ivanovic – Serbia (Chelsea)

Kolarov – Serbia (Man City)

Lovren – Croatia (Liverpool)

Darijo Srna – Croatia (Shakhtar Donestsk)

Matic – Serbia (Chelsea)

Rakitic – Croatia (Barcelona)

Modric – Croatia (Real Madrid)

Pjanic – Bosnia (Roma)

Mandzukic – Croatia (Juventus)

Dzeko – Bosnia (Roma)

There is not a national team on the planet that these guys wouldn’t put it up to. And almost all would be torn asunder. Ireland lost out narrowly to Yugoslavia in Euro 2000 qualifying and finished ahead of Croatia. When you look at some of the Serbians and Croats listed above, and their clubs, it’s difficult to see how we could now. We were hammered 3-1 by Croatia in Poland and while we overcame Bosnia comfortably enough in the play-offs, we will be severely tested by Serbia in the next World Cup group.

Yugoslavia gave the world some magnificent footballers. Out of the ashes of war and genocide, 6 new countries emerged. And 6 new footballing nations. But the team that never played in Sweden in 1992 and the USA in 1994 will always be regarded as their best. Yugoslavia, and the nations that emerged, particularly Serbia and Croatia, are the epitome of great football cultures. Truly great players. Reliable players. Strong players. And some truly phenomenal teams.

 

 

YoG No. 4 – The Fans Fight Back

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Saturday was a bad day for Liverpool FC. But it was a great day for Liverpool fans and the wider football community. It’s not the first sign of dissent from football fans, but it certainly was the most vocal, most noticeable, and as time goes on, it may turn out to be the most effective tactic in the fight to bring football back to the people. And by football, I mean English football. In most of Europe this is not an issue. A season ticket for Bayern Munich was €140 this season and €130 at last season’s runners-up Wolfsburg. In the 1970’s and 1980’s football hooliganism was known as the ‘English disease’. Today’s ‘English disease’ is the daylight robbery of the fans that built this sport. And unlike hooliganism, it is completely legal; completely supported by the elite; and if it goes unchecked will – eventually – destroy English football.

It may take a decade for the scales to fall from the eyes of the Premier League, the Football Association and the clubs, but you cannot have walkouts like Saturday. It cannot be allowed spread. The fans have to be listened to. I’m a Liverpool fan. From Dublin. I’ve been to Anfield twice in my life. Twice they won 3-0. In 1993 I sat on a roofless Kop during a downpour as they crushed Wimbledon. Great atmosphere, great scouse wit on display in the face of a monsoon. In 2011 I sat in the Anfield Road end as they battered Newcastle by the same score. Surrounded by tourists (like me?) I felt I had to keep a bit quiet. Every exasperated “for fuck’s sake ref!” was almost frowned upon by the crowd around me. There was no craic at all. No atmosphere down there. I really wished I’d been on the Kop. Or in Tallaght at a Dublin derby.

Regardless of your background, you know this sport is for everyone. I know that the people that can make football matches the best 90 minutes of your life that week, even that year, are drawn from all places. It’s not like Rugby in that way. The craic and the banter is of a different shade – more cynical, more fatalistic and more cutting. And funnier. The anger is different too, in that it exists. What makes football crowds around the world the most energetic, heaving masses of equal parts joy and borderline violent, depending on what they are seeing, is because many of them see those 90 minutes as a glorious release from the rest of their lives. Many people simply need it.

Anfield, Liverpool is a poor place. The ground is surrounded by rows and rows of small terraced houses. The people in these areas are not rich. A 3-bed house on Arkles Road, 3 minutes walk from the Kop, is currently for sale for less than £80,000. 2-beds can be bought for less than £50,000.

The people who live on Arkles Road, the people who have lived on Arkles Road and surrounding streets since the houses were built, are the heart and soul of Liverpool Football Club. And Everton Football Club. And the same people on the same streets in Moss Side and Salford are the heart and soul of Manchester football. But the clubs don’t think they need those people anymore. Not when there’s thousands of Thais, Chinese, Americans, and yes Irish daytrippers, willing to pay the price the owners want.

But you can keep that English league with its English disease. It’s not for me. And it’s not for the 10,000 leaders of the fightback on Saturday. I was proud to be a Liverpool fan this weekend, albeit from the armchair. And I hope that one day soon this English disease is defeated. Perhaps the miracle of Leicester City is part of the solution. Dozens of individual players in England cost more than the entire Leicester team in transfer fees. Maybe Liverpool and other clubs don’t need to squeeze every last penny from their fans to be successful. I hope the fight continues. I hope it spreads, or at least threatens to spread, to other clubs. And I hope the clubs listen.

Owners come and go. Directors come and go. Managers and Players come and go. But the people of Arkles Road and the city of Liverpool, one of the truly great football cities on Earth, remain. And they need to be able to pay in to see their team.

You can see them, their great grandfathers, grandfathers and fathers in the clip below. A different world, but the same game. On the same pitch, with the same Liver bird on the chest…

 

Read more here http://www.spiritofshankly.com

 

YoG No. 3 – Players You Love to Hate

The announcement by John Terry at the weekend that he was leaving Chelsea was typical of the man. Unnecessary, unwarranted and unapproved by his club, it was just another in a long line of incidents that has made him a disliked individual for many football fans. Even Chelsea fans – those with a moral compass – must agree that in many ways he is not the soundest individual. And it’s not just his footballing activity that is hateful. While donning his full kit to celebrate a Champions League win he played no part in was a sign of his lack of self-awareness, his racist taunting of Anton Ferdinand; his assault case; parking his Bentley in a disabled parking space; and alleged affair with a team-mates wife, all point to a fairly nasty individual. A magnificent player, but in my eyes, he epitomises the slow descent of the modern footballer into the gutter. And he’s far from alone. Here’s a few of the worst:

El Hadji Diouf:

Nasty nasty El Hadji. As a Liverpool fan he brought me nothing but shame. Spitting at Celtic fans while wearing that jersey was simply unforgivable.

Ashley Cole

Alongside Terry in the most despised (and most successful) Mourinho inspired Chelsea defence, everything he touched turned to rage. Remember why we called him “Cashley Hole”? It was the extract from his autobiography in which he stated he nearly crashed his car when he heard he had only been offered €55k a week to play football. Now watch him absolutely hack into the Spurs player below and then do his, and Chelsea’s, trademark petulant, aggressive harrying of the referee. Screaming at the injustice of it all. How could Ashley be booked for this? He deserved a red.

Mario Balotelli

A nightmare. An out and out nightmare. Useless at Anfield and clearly not liked by his team-mates, evident from the lukewarm response to his penalty goal in the Champions League game against Besiktas. He took the ball off Jordan Henderson to take it. Why always you? Is it because you’re an arsehole maybe?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMRQYaMjOY8

Diego Costa

Another Chelsea player. Another one who epitomises the vulgar side of football. Look at the stamp on Emre Can at about 0:35 below. A reason to turn the football off and watch something else.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-sSBU7G4GB4

There are more out there. Gary Neville, just for being so damn Manchester United; Suarez, not just for his racism and biting, but also for that celebration in the tunnel against Ghana in the 2010 World Cup; Roy Keane for his abuse of referees and for Saipan; Joey Barton; Craig Bellamy; Arjen Robben. The list goes on. And on.

While we all need an enemy, and there’s a lot to be said for it, I often wonder would football be a better place without these characters. They’re not dirty players. They’re just a bit nasty. They dive; they pull jerseys; they stamp; they chase refs; and they sometimes spit and bite. Personally I think we could survive without them.

And we’d be better off with more like this man:

18 goals. 4 penalties. 13 from outside the box. 2 from inside his own half. A football genius.