Manchester United - Arrogant or Confident?

Before I endulge fully in the context of this blog, I would like to remind you all that I am a massive Manchester United fan. I follow all the results, all the news, all the latest kit launches and all the latest signings deep down to wanting to know about the financial mess the club is in due to the takeover five years ago. During the 2006-2007 season when we reclaimed the league title, my family had a season ticket in the old scoreboard end in the top tier and I was able to watch some of the matches. Never have I been to an arena so splendid. By the way, out of all the players I saw at Old Trafford that season, Henrik Larsson was the one that stood out and the one I always tell my mates I was glad to have seen play. Although I did see Ronaldo smash that free kick in against the helpless David James!...it was quite erotic.

Anyway, that is neither here or there (and worrying). I write this blog on the day United have 'lost out' on another player to Real 'more money than there is in the whole world' Madrid. In this case, it's the French player Karim Benzema. Personally, I'm not a huge fan of him but thats not the point. Madrid are buying like gypsies in a car boot sale and they are buying big. The fact that Ronaldo went there is the main spine of this argument. In my opinion, United did very well to receive £80 million in one payment and a huge profit of £68 million in his original £12 million cost. What drives me mental is that many pundits have said, "Why would he want to move? He's at the biggest club in the world, the best club at the world". That is such a general statment and in todays football climate, it obviously is not true. The pundits on MUTV (United's own TV channel of which I am a subscriber) are of course going to be as bias as Russia were towards Communism, but all these comments of big and best just really yank my proverbial plank.

If United are to move forward as a club then they need to shake off this 'arrogance' tag that is quickly being labelled to them. Lets look at the facts. United are currently not the best team on the planet as so many writers and pundits have said. Barcelona are. They absolutely pumped us 2-0 in Rome with a side that is full of home based talent. United have won the European cup 3 times compared to Madrid's 8. United play in front of 76,000 fans, Madrid 90,000+. United is in Manchester which equals terrible weather and terrible accents, whilst Madrid is a baking hot city in a country full of amazing footballers and the ever increasing value of the Euro. Players like Ronaldo have achieved everything they could have at United, he won every domestic trophy, ever domestic award, the European Cup, World Club Cup and the European and World player awards so he had nothing left to achieve. OK, so United are better than Madrid right now but you can surely understand that Ronaldo is a man of considerable ambition as well as talent. He has been given an opportunity to turn Madrid into a force again and fulfil a lifetime ambiton of wearing that famous bird faeces coloured kit. Although I am disappointed by his departure, I am not surprised and being a huge fan of Sir Alex Ferguson, he always turns it around in United's favour as has been prooved by the departure of some top names in the past.

These top names have also jumped ship to Madrid including messers Beckham, Heinze and van Nistelrooy. Are Man United becoming an unofficial feeder club to Madrid!? It certainly seems that way! How can United be branded the biggest club in the world when their biggest names have left in recent years? Most importantly, they have all wanted to leave having their arguments with the fuhrer Ferguson. In time, Ferguson has been proved right and again I'm sure he will be once more but there does appear to be an arrogance that United is the best place to play in the world so why leave? Yes the club has a great history and yes the club is one of the biggest and top teams in the world but the best, the biggest? Right now, they are certainly not and right now, players will continue to be lured towards Madrid and the money. Kaka, Benzema and potentially Ribery are all proving this. They have all, reportedly, turned down United to join Madrid. Whilst, respectably, United have had to settle for a winger from Wigan!

Ronaldo is a great player, one of the best to play at Old Trafford and although the money is incredible, success at United is worth more than cash. However, every player has their value and every player has ambitions. His did not lie at United and that is why he went. Surely this shows that the best player in the world is not at the biggest and best club if he wants to leave. And if United are the biggest team in the world then why are none of the world's top players joining them?

Lets just hope that this arrogance does not come back to haunt United. Lets just hope that Nani actually plays football this year instead of comparing himself to Ronaldo and fancying him.

Introduction - Welcome to le blog.

Seeing as this is my first post, I thought I would introduce everyone to how wonderful sport is and how it grabs our attentions to a level that can only be matched by the perfect luxuries of our lives - Tesco Finest food range, gold and a wage more than what you expected.

Ever since my introduction to the world on a cold (most probably) Monday afternoon on January 7th 1985, sport has taken a grip on me and yes it can be described as vice like. My ability as a sportsman is somewhat at a poor rating. I blame my fitness on my eating habits and I blame my eating habits on being born around lunchtime, so in my head I was born hungry and things have rolled from there - it was always going to be downhill from there. However, my ability to speak about sport, understand sport and most importantly be aware of its everlasting passion on its audience is something I have always been aware of.

My first memory of watching sport is the Cameroon v Argentina 1990 World Cup game in Italy. Cameroon won 1-0 and I knew it was such an upset, mainly because my dad was bellowing, "That's crazy, unbelievable, well done you Africans" was his chant I think. I was instantly sucked in. How could my father be so involved in a game that meant absolutely nothing to him? His passion for football was planted in my genes and I immediately took it all on. I remember Gary Linekar's head point towards Bobby Robson insinuating that Gazza had 'lost his head'. It meant so much yet I probably did not know what it meant at the time. This world, this crazy world of football emotion being caught up between that head point, Robson's reaction on the bench and Gazza's infamous tears, the prettiest tears of them all. I can still see Waddle's penalty in orbit through my telescope and I can still see the anguish on Stuart Pearce's face. Like everyone around the country at the time, I could feel his pain. This involvement from my own front room at such an early age was the end of me if I'm honest. The end of a regular life and the beginning of a life dedicated to appreciating the wonders of sport.

Emotions in sport run high. My first practical sporting memory is my brother bowling at me in my back garden in Southport. We had a huge garden, it was almost like having Lord's at the back of our house. The fence was the boundary and the freshly mowed grass was the pitch. My mother fielded at point and my father as wicket keeper (classically called 'wicky' or 'backstump' in my youth), and my brother being the coolest cat around bowling off a ten yard run up and fizzing it in at my ankles. He displaced my bails and everyone cheered my brother. I could see the happiness on my dad's face and I could see the sympathy on my mum's for me. I was not happy, you might say livid and I proceeded to vent my fury. I turn around quickly and smacked the stumps out of the ground with my bat saying "it's not fair, I'm not out". I would like to think that every person who ever played cricket as a youngster definitely beat the living daylights out of those stumps when they thought they were unfairly dismissed. I did it. Lots. Why was I so angry though? I knew I was going to just bat again in twenty minutes or tomorrow, the next week, whenever, but sport had that hold on me, it was in my system and the competitive nature was already chiseled into me. I had completely fallen in love with something that was always going to be with me.

Sport is a dangerous obsession because it can ruin lives. Being a Manchester United fan, whenever they lose, I am not a good person to be around. In fact, I am terrible to be in company with. When my girlfriend wants to do something nice and romantic on a Saturday afternoon, she gets a flat 'no, you are wishing, I've got a game'. In time, she will know better when to ask and not ask, or she might get completely disillusioned with our relationship and end it. One thing I know for sure, is that sport will not leave me. Manchester United may give me minor heart attacks and terrible anxiety but they will always be there for me. That is why many people love sport. It gives us our ups and downs, but boy when its up, its a great feeling. It gives us emotions we rarely exercise, it gives us a sense of freedom, a sense of identity and a sense of utter unadulterated excitement that turns us into crazed idiots.

For me, this blog will show you my passion and hopefully bring out yours. Sport is a great thing.