Writing for Cricinfo, Ramachandra Guha asks of Sunil Gavaskar and Ravi Shastri:

Why have these two stalwarts of Indian cricket never spoken out about the damage the IPL has done to the country’s Test team?

Guha is one of my favorite writers on the subject, and is infinitely more knowledgeable, so I had expected to be enlightened by this article. Unfortunately though, Guha not only fails to answer his question, but also inexplicably tries (and fails) to construct a grand unified theory with the sole view of implicating Gavaskar and Shastri in the matter.

Allow me to reconstruct Guha’s argument here.

Statement #1: The IPL is the reason India is no longer the best Test team in the world.

Statement #2: Gavaskar and Shastri are in the BCCI’s pockets, which is why they do not voice opinions against the body. Also, they should have supported Dileep Vengsarkar in his bid to lead the Mumbai Cricket Association.

Statement #3: India’s drubbing this far in England is because some key players opted out due to exertion, or are playing despite it.

Guha would like us to believe that the last two statements together prove the first.

It doesn’t take a genius to see that the second statement is completely irrelevant to the case. However, #3 is pertinent, but only goes halfway towards proving Guha’s point. The generally held view is that the Indian team has had to play too much cricket over the past six months, and this is the reason for the team’s poor performance in the first three Tests against England. I concur with this view. If this were indeed the case, and Guha himself implies this in his article, then his argument should have been that the most recent edition of the Indian Premier League has led to the national team’s slump in form; and not because of the nature of the tournament, but due to its poor timing; top-level cricketers are not machines, and they need proper rest in order to perform at their best. The Indian team would have performed just as poorly in England had the World Cup been followed by a five-test, seven-ODI, three T-20 series at home against South Africa, instead of by IPL 2011. Would Guha argue then that home series (in general) against the Springboks is the reason the Indian team is not the best in the world in Tests?

If, as he asserts, the IPL has wrecked India as a Test team, then how can one explain the fact that the Indian team rose steadily to the top of the Test rankings over the last couple of years, a period that coincides with the formation and growth in popularity of the IPL? I state this not to imply any causality; but Guha thinks he can get away with making the same point in reverse, and that is inexcusable coming from an expert like him.

The IPL per se does not cause exertion. It is this specific instance — IPL 2011 — that was poorly timed, at the end of a tiring World Cup. The BCCI was wrong in assuming that the players could handle the World Cup, IPL 2011, the West Indies tour and the England tour back to back and without much rest. If Guha had argued taken this line, I would have stood foursquare behind him. But Guha’s agenda in writing this article does not seem to be the fortunes of the national team, but the “fortunes” of the BCCI. For example, he wonders if “the ownership of the Chennai Super Kings by the board’s secretary is legally and morally indefensible.” A more impertinent line of argument is yet to be invented.

This is not a defense of the two ex-cricketers. Should Gavaskar and Shastri have spoken out about the timing of IPL 2011? As respected members of the Indian cricketing establishment, yes. Should they do more to develop young talent a la the Colonel? Maybe. Are they part of a deliberate attempt — a conspiracy, even — to forever destroy the Indian Test team’s standing? Are you kidding me?

I can only conclude that Ram Guha has a beef with Gavaskar and Shastri (or a bigger one against the board), one which might probably even be legitimate. But he has chosen the wrong topic to implicate the two, and has lost the plot as revealed by his article’s incoherence. Weaving Vengsarkar into the debate is a cunningly well-deployed straw man argument intended to establish a distraction in the reader’s mind to portray the duo in poor light.

Ram, I’m sorry, but you are wrong!

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The Times has an article that captures the biggest sports stories of 2009 in numbers. Good read. My favorite from the list was:

3: Iron used by Elin Nordegren in the incident with her husband, Tiger Woods

 

Dimitar Berbatov has been a near-tragic failure since he moved to Manchester United from Spurs in the summer of 2008. The player who came in for over 30 million pounds has only scored four goals in 18 games this season, and apart from the one wondergoal against Sunderland(?), he hasn’t wow-ed me at all.

But he did have this to say in a stout self-defence:

Berbatov has scored only four goals in 18 matches in all competitions for United this season and missed two inviting chances late on against Villa, but the Bulgaria forward has defended his form. “I try not to pay attention [to what some people say] because you’re always going to get people who say white is black,” he said.

“I read a book recently and it started by saying, ‘Unless they have beauty and grace in them, they’re powerless to act’, so that stuck in mind because I like to play with beauty, with grace … I don’t like to show emotion sometimes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love the game.”

Well, what else can I say other than “பெயில் ஆகறதுக்கு இப்புடி ஒரு பிட்டா?”

 

With Carlo Ancelotti moving to Chelsea, Kaka to Madrid, Maldini retiring and Pato (and possibly a whole host of others) wanting to move away, and with an old squad that seems older than it really is, AC Milan are verily a football club in crisis.

 

The greatest footballer the world never recognized as such.

Il Capitano, Paolo Maldini, the greatest footballer ever

Il Capitano, Paolo Maldini, the greatest footballer ever

 

Arsene Wenger had promised a magnificent performance from his side ahead of the second leg Champions League semifinal tie at home against Manchester United. Instead the Gunners received a master class in counter-attacking football from the Red Devils, especially Cristiano Ronaldo.

Video highlights will follow.

Of the three goals United scored tonight, my favorite is the third where Park and Rooney combined brilliantly to set up Ronaldo to complete a move that he had started with a deft back heel. It reminded me of a very similar goal that Rooney and Ronaldo scored a couple of seasons ago against Bolton. It remains one of the best goals of the end-to-end quick counter-attack variety that I’ve seen.

The quality of this video is poor. I couldn’t find a better one.

 

Manchester United beat Arsenal 1-0 at home tonight in the first leg of their Champions League semifinal courtesy of a strike from John O’Shea (who would have guessed!). But this isn’t about this year’s Champions League semifinals. It is about an event of event greater signifiance that happened 365 days ago. It was the night when a team of superstars — Messi, Eto’o, Deco, Iniesta, Xavi, Henry, Rijkaard* — were left reeling as if they knew not what hit them. Well, here is what hit them.

A year ago, this same day, slightly before 8 PM in Manchester, Paul Scholes unleashed a trademark powerful drive from his right foot from about 25 yards out towards the East Stand goal at Old Trafford. This fantabulous strike past a despairing Victor Valdes and into the top right corner was that one moment of magic that the champions of England needed to propel them one step closer to (eventual) European glory – a place in the final at the Luzhniki Stadium in Moscow.

I have watched the video of this goal many hundred times, and each time, Paul Scholes climbs a notch higher in my estimation. The commentary was very good, and probably as a consequence of having watched this so many times, I’ve almost internalized it. Here are those “golden” words, describing that once-in-a-lifetime moment:

“Carrick… Ferdinand… first touch a little heavy… it will run though to Cristiano Ronaldo, and he will run at Barcelona… steps past Toure, but not past Zambrotta (and here, as Zambrotta’s half-clearance is being closed in upon by a galloping Paul Scholes, you can hear Old Trafford buzz increasingly in anticipation as Scholes readies to connect)… given straight to Paul SchOLESSSSSSSSSS! (here, the crowd crescendoes) WHAT ABOUT THAT! W-H-A-T ABOUT THAT! Fourteen minutes gone… breakthrough for Manchester United… an U-N-S-T-O-P-P-A-B-L-E shot from P-A-U-L Scholes!”

Here is the video. A great night. A great player.

* It is a measure of how desperate Rijkaard and Barcelona were to win / score that night that all three of Barcelona’s substitutions were strikers — Thierry Henry, Eidur Gudjohnsen and Bojan Krkic.

 

There were many great moments in the Premier League this season. But the one image that to me will define this season is that of Cristiano Ronaldo throwing his shirt in the air out of sheer joy, nay, an animal passion, like a hound baying for blood, after he headed home a cross from Wayne Rooney in the left flank to put United up 3-2. Man U would go on to win 5-2, after Spurs had gone 2-0 up. United’s lions executed the plot to perfection. A savage massacre on a football field like never before.

Manchester United v Tottenham Hotspur

 

… have made my day wonderful by beating Liverpool 3-1 at Anfield!

 

It has been four years and four weeks since I last let out a sore-throat-inducing “Wow” when watching a goal. The previous occasion was when Ronaldinho scored that “foot of God” goal at Stamford Bridge. Just a few minutes ago today, a hitherto unheard of Italian teenager turned around in front of the Stretford End, half losing his balance, but strike he did a goal past the diving Brad Friedel that put United back on top of the Premier League.

The goal was doubtless beautiful. In the heat of the moment, one might even be tempted to describe it as the goal of the season. But such chest-beating is just a waste of time. Macheda’s goal is important not just because it spared United the ignominy of spending a week trailing Liverpool in the league table, but because it is potentially their first step out of the abyss that they have been languishing in since mid-March.

During that period, United have channeled their inner Liverpool by hitting the self-destruct button when they should simply have launched themselves out of such tellurian considerations as retaining their Premier League title into plotting to winning the Quintuple. To Liverpool’s credit, they channeled their inner Manchester United during the same period, banging in 13 goals in three games and yesterday jumping past United with a victory at Craven Cottage. So when United found themselves 2-1 down today and largely toothless, even the faithful would have doubted a comeback with just ten minutes and change remaining. But United being United rediscovered their true selves first through a left-footed strike from Ronaldo and then this wonderstrike from the 17-year old kid from Rome.

Fans of lesser teams would no doubt cast this as a lucky victory, for Villa were the better side for most of the game. The latter part of the previous sentence is unquestionable, but that is how championships are won – when teams eke out draws and wins in matches that were seemingly irretrievable. Just ask Chelsea. I don’t blame those doubters though. After all, when your teams win a trophy once every few years, or worse yet, you cannot recall when they last won anything worth winning, you are so far removed from what is quotidian in these parts.

Survival, though not a word used frequently in Mancunia, has been the motto of the past few weeks. Now is the time to resume normal service, to shift gears and power past Porto and Sunderland. Not even United can afford another slip up.

Update

Video highlights from the game. You can watch Macheda’s goal towards the end of the video — in the 11th minute. Watching it again, I think United should have won 4-2. That goal must have counted as two.

Manchester United 3 – 2 Aston Villa

 

You might sneer at me when I call the result inconsequential, because I am from Mancunia. But here is my most important takeaway from today’s game: “Nemanja Vidic is human.”

Good read from The Times: How Shankly helped the rise of United.

 

June 2008 seems like not so long ago. Why? Because it is not so long ago. And I wrote back then that the Chelsea job is a poisoned chalice. Back when I wrote that piece, Luiz Felipe Scolari seemed like he would give the vacancy at Stamford Bridge a pass. Would have good for him to have done so.

And now, just like they booted a manager during the previous season, Chelski have shown the World Cup winner the door. The familiar names are back again in the reckoning – Roberto Mancini, Frank Rijkaard, Guus Hiddink, and even Jose Mourinho.

The truth is, and Sir Alex Ferguson captured it well earlier this season, that Chelsea’s core team is probably over the hill. Any of these names will need time to fix this problem. And it doesn’t seem as if Roman Abramovich, who kicked out Avram Grant, who came within one penalty kick of lifting the Champions League, rather mercilessly, has the patience — the most important currency he can offer a top manager as the latter tries to engineer a turnaround.

 

A rough measure one can use to compare clubs playing in the same league is to see how many points separate two clubs. If the points difference between two clubs that have played the same number of games is six points or more, one can claim that the two clubs are involved in different mini-leagues. So even though the team that is ranked seventh is only one place ahead of the one in eighth, the latter might not catch the former for quite some time if they are two wins behind.

One can easily notice two mini-leagues in any league table, oftentimes three. The top three or four clubs race away from the pack; there won’t be much that separates the next six or eight teams, and the rest are fighting to avoid relegation.

This season’s Premier League is remarkable in that when divided broadly, the first six teams, as against the usual Big Four, can be taken as one mini-league. Of course, Man United, potentially on 59 points, are almost 20 points ahead of Everton at sixth. Clearly though, United are battling in a two-team league involving themselves and Liverpool, but there isn’t much daylight between Liverpool and Aston Villa, and Villa and Chelsea. The bottom 14 teams are only separated by 12 points, which makes the dogfight to avoid the drop even more interesting. A couple of wins for West Brom, combined with favorable results, can propel them into the zone of assumed safety.

The Primera Liga though is fascinating in a peculiar way. If one used the metric defined above, one will find three mini-leagues, but then they are: Barcelona (with 59 points) in a league of one, second-placed Real Madrid (with 48 points) in a league of one, and the other 18 teams playing in their own league. Stats don’t lie. Barca’s goal difference of 52 (68F; 16A) is just short of that of the next 5 teams put together, or three times Real’s.

In a way the gulf in class between the teams competing in a league is an indicator of how entertaining it is. Apologists for the Liga do not have much to offer other than the sublime skills of Leo Messi or the occasional great save that Casillas pulls off. While the  best of the Premier League compares about the same with the best of the Liga, beyond the top two, the Liga cannot be claimed as engaging when the top two are not playing, and not as competitive even when they are playing one of the bottom-half sides. The same however cannot be said of the Premier League. Which closes shut the argument about the best football league in the world.

(The apologists don’t stop there. They claim that Everton cannot match Sevilla or Valencia in Europe, so the Liga is better. Wake up. You are lumping the top four teams in England together, and your answer for that is only the top two teams in Spain. And given Real’s dismal European exits over the past so many seasons, Spain’s adventures in Europe are limited to those of one club from Catalonia.)

However, one cannot fault Barcelona for the incompetence of the rest. Not even a fool can gainsay that a club that averages three goals every game is ordinary. A couple of years ago, when Roger Federer was the master of all he surveyed, the familiar argument was to decide if he was indeed the greatest tennis player ever. Inconclusive as such arguments always turn out to be, they also generated an important takeaway, namely other comparable greats — Pete Sampras, for example —  had to overcome much more formidable opponents.

And so it is, the truth of whether Barcelona are indeed the best team in Europe will only be known when they clash with the Premier League’s heavyweights in the Champions League. Whatever the result of those titanic tussles might be, Barca’s prowess alone does not make the Primera Liga the best. The more competitive English Premier League remains the greatest show on earth.

 

Wow, what a magical goal from Giggs against West Ham!

Update:

The goal from Giggs reminds me of some from the George Best collection, where he twists, turns, swerves and bamboozles defenders. Sir Alex Ferguson in an interview last week thought that Giggs deserves a knighthood solely for his longevity – almost 20 years in the starting lineup at United, 800 games and 150 goals, ten Premier League medals, closing in on 11, in addition to a couple of Champions League medals and numerous FA Cup and League Cup victories thrown in. Well, if this goal doesn’t catalyze that process, I fail to see what will.

 

Have you tried Gmail offline? It is quite good. What I don’t like though is that it downloads attachments automatically to your local drive. I wish they had an option to disable it.

Manchester United have been swashbuckling ever since I wrote a draft entitled “WTF is wrong at United?” It is still unpublished, and I hope I won’t ever need to publish it. If they win tomorrow against Everton (who might be without Cahill and Fellaini), and Liverpool and Chelsea cancel out each other, United would be firmly in the driver’s seat to make it a hat-trick of League titles.

Simon Barnes has this fantastic piece in The Times on why ruthlessness is the most important characteristic in sport. A really good read.

… every victory in sport is based on a willingness – an eagerness – to see the other guys lose. Victory in sport has its basis in a readiness to cause disappointment, suffering, pain and, yes, humiliation. This is not entirely admirable, it must be admitted, but the fine and admirable things we find in sport would not be possible without it.

Baron de Coubertin, founder of the modern Olympic Games, had other ideas. For him, sport was a religion, a source of inner improvement. Sport for him was a meeting between the body and the soul. Up to a point, Baron. Sport can showcase and even encourage great virtues, but it can do a great many more things as well.

… victory in sport doesn’t go to the most virtuous contestant. It goes to the best player, the best team, the one that had the luck, the right decisions, the strength, the speed, the bloody-mindedness. We like to think that the good guys win, especially when they’re England or British or they are a team or an individual we have an interest in.

But sport doesn’t reward virtue. Virtuous people sometimes win, but never because of their virtuousness. Nasty people sometimes lose, but not as a punishment for their nastiness. Sport is not a morality play… there is a sense in which the quest for achievement acquires its own morality. If you look too long at sport, you find yourself seeing such things as obsessive preparation, narrowness of vision, uncompromising competitiveness, willingness to cause misery and a taste for playing the flat-track bully as virtues in themselves.

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