End-of-season decisions will change Manchester United as a club

For Manchester United and David Moyes in 2013-14, the defining game has always been the next one.

But the game at home to cross-city rivals Manchester City on Tuesday did not gain any significance. That City would win was a foregone conclusion. However, the supporters’ patience inside the stadium seemed to be wearing thin. Old Trafford was well on its way to becoming Moyes’ personal Theatre of Shattered Dreams.

United’s clash against Liverpool ended with the home supporters voicing their support for their embattled manager. But the voices could not hide the visuals. In August, the stands of Old Trafford hung with banners proclaiming Moyes as "The Chosen One", handpicked by the retiring Alex Ferguson himself. Fast forward seven months, and rival clubs were unfurling their own banners in Moyes' 'honour', gleefully calling him a 'football genius' for piloting the defending champions to mid-table mediocrity.

The loss against City led to the issue escalating further: stewards had to protect ‘the Chose One’ banner from being taken down, with the approaching home game against Aston Villa rumoured to be the stage for a flypast demanding Moyes' sacking.

The chances of United winning the title are dim at best. Actually, if Bloomberg's predictions are anything to go by, United's chance of winning the Premier League stands at a grand 0.00%. And while Moyes and his players may talk of trying till the last game, they only have a 1.00% chance of ending the season in the top four positions. And that was before the loss to City.

A season without a single trophy and a year out of both European competitions means a massive task faces United. While the external pressure is there for all to see, it's what goes on inside the United boardroom that matters at the end of the day. And irrespective of what decisions are taken, come May, Manchester United will be a changed club.

Possibility One: David Moyes Sacked

While it seems rather remote, one must learn to say 'never say never' in football. The Glazers did their bit by giving their backing to Ferguson's choice and handed him a six-year contract in an age where only Newcastle United's Mike Ashley could do something similar.

A long-term contract-and six years is as long-term as it gets, with the exception of Mike Ashley of course-is supposed to have dual benefits. One, it allows the managers to craft the team in his own image while knowing that he has the owners' complete support. Without the fear of the chop, managers can stay away from hasty decisions and make more long-term ones.

Second, it also acts as a deterrent to trigger-happy owners, increasing the cost of sacking managers before the contract ends due to large compensation fees.

Much of United’s attraction lies in it being a unique club. All the times when clubs fired their managers in search of glory, United stood with their man, Alex Ferguson, who continued to deliver title after title. Ferguson’s longevity was a crucial ingredient to his success. Having endured more than three barren years as United’s manager, the FA Cup of 1990 proved to be a turning point and initiated the United juggernaut.

But Moyes’ total inability to conjure any passion from his players has been highlighted several times, and the Scotsman has been accused of having ripped the heart and soul out of the club. Tactics-or their lack of-have been questioned incessantly, and have often been ridiculed even by opposition players mired in the relegation zone.

Moyes’ Everton had one feature: they were tireless on the pitch, and a working-class city like Liverpool appreciated that. But the city of Manchester is a different animal. It has been brought up on a diet of fast football, with flair in the right amount. Moyes has overseen the disappearance of both.

The grounds for sacking Moyes are multiple. There does not seem to be any plan on tackling teams, nor do the players seem to give any indication that they are being instructed by their manager in times of need. Additionally, Moyes’ track record in the transfer market-so far-has been mixed at best. While he was not backed by in the summer transfer window as he would have liked, the purchase of Marouane Fellaini continues to baffle. Moreover, even the acquisition of Juan Mata has not stemmed the rot, as Moyes’ decision to place the Spaniard on the flanks has left everyone dumbfounded.

Writing for Sportskeeda in May 2013-a long time ago for any United supporter-yours truly had said that there was little chance of Moyes being given the same amount of time Ferguson was to win his first trophy. But I had never imagined that the first season would be anything like it has been.

So if the United hierarchy does decide to hand Moyes the pink slip, the last bastion of football would fall. The pride that United supporters felt in not chopping and changing in their pursuit of success would vanish. United, the money-generating commercial machine, would become just another football club who were scared by what they were seeing in the short-run.

Possibility Two: Wholesale Squad Changes

Substantial additions, and subtractions, to the current squad of players are inevitable.

Consider the back-line: Nemanja Vidic is off to Inter Milan, and Patrice Evra may very well join him. Rio Ferdinand is probably on his way to retirement. Alexander Buttner could count the number of games he has played on his hand, with little confidence being shown in his abilities.

While Phil Jones, Jonny Evans and Chris Smalling will stay, only Jones seems to be good enough to play for United. At right-back, for all his forward endeavors, Rafael is a walking liability. Conclusion: four defenders can be expected in the summer transfer window.

The same can be said of the mid-field, where Fellaini has been an unqualified failure/misfit (depending on how angry one is), and Juan Mata constantly played out of position. Nani, Antonio Valencia and Ashley Young top the deadwood list. The case of Shinji Kagawa has everyone mystified, while Ryan Giggs is surely in his last year as player.

Tom Cleverley, despite being 24 years old, continues to be branded as a young player by Moyes whenever the former’s ability is questioned. The only bright spot has been Adnan Januzaj, and it speaks volumes about a club when a nineteen-year-old in his first season as a senior player is expected to save the team.

Michael Carrick and Darren Fletcher are not the players they once were, and Wilfried Zaha’s loan spell at Cardiff is indicative of the confidence Moyes has in the youngster Ferguson paid £15 mln for.

The attack seems to be well-covered, with Wayne Rooney, Robin van Persie, Danny Welbeck, and Javier Hernandez capable of finishing when presented with opportunities.

Conclusion? A massive squad overhaul not seen since Chelsea circa 2004 is in the offing. Sums such as £150 mln and £200 mln are already being bandied about as being available to Moyes in the summer.

However, a splurge will again split United at its seam. A club, that has promoted its youth set-up for so long and taken pride at the players it has produced, would be left with no place to hide when multiple £40 mln players make their way into Carrington. What would all the fans do when they see their own team brandishing the cheque book, not unlike their Blue neighbours? Years of mocking Chelsea and Manchester City of having ‘bought’ their way to success would come back to haunt them. And this would be even before success was delivered.

The possibility of a humongous spending spree is 100%, whether Moyes is sacked or not. But what happens to the club’s self-professed 659 mln supporters? What happens to the uniqueness that brought them to the club?

More importantly, what happens to the things United stands for? Over the last decade and more, it has stood out from the sometimes crazy, always chaotic, world of football and its never-ending incidents of poor decision-making on the administrative level. The club, and its supporters, have taken immense pride in being run in an almost old-fashioned way in an era of three-year contracts and regular breaking of club transfer records. Ferguson would get the cheque book out regularly, sure. But he would never make heads turn by making obscenely expensive signings, leaving it to the likes of Chelsea, Manchester City, Real Madrid and Barcelona to be the focus of fans’ capitalism-stemming vitriol.

Should Moyes be sacked, or an almost-cathartic squad overhaul take place, or both, Manchester United will not be the club that it has been for the last 25 years, or at least purported to be. It will just be another institution, great nonetheless, caught in the race of achieving success using short-cuts. The romance in football would shrink in size, consumed and subsumed by the green of money and the red of impatience.

Suddenly, maybe not so suddenly, it's not there. The old spark that ignited short conversations, which told you that friendships could last more than just time and distance, has diminished to the point where little can be seen of it. There seems to be no fun, intrigue, even interest.

Reduced contact may have played a part. But then, frequency of verbal exchange should not, and does not, determine the strength of a bond which is supposed to transcend superficial relationships.

Was the past an illusion, the concoctions of a delusional and searching mind? So many questions, so few answers. Where an understanding that once existed, smattering of nods and almost-tiresome acknowledgements now stand. Like watching an empire crumble before your very eyes. Except, it's your own empire.

Maybe this is how people move apart. The natural course of things? Well, I don't like it much.

Wish the years could be rolled back, moments played out slowly. Even the bad ones.

Literary and verbal laziness in football

The mid-season transfer window slammed shut for European football clubs not too long back. No, it did not close gently. It, as it always does, ‘slammed’ shut. Given the nature of football transfers, a door left ajar is as good as one that is wide open. Should a club get a sniff of a want-away player, the 2300 GMT deadline becomes a mere number as deals get ‘thrashed’ out in double-quick time.

For a sport where scripts are written, torn, re-written, and torn apart again in less than two hours, football’s allegiance to cliches is not just annoying, but confounding. And each section of the game is afflicted with the disease, be it the players, managers, or the journalists.

Sample Juan Mata‘s statements on becoming Manchester United’s record signing.

“The time has come for a new challenge,” Mata was quoted as having said by the BBC. “I am excited at the chance I have to be part of the next phase in the club’s history.”

Curiously, footballers always move for a new “challenge”, or when a ‘project’ becomes too tempting, or too ‘big’ to resist. Of course, one cannot expect footballers to be brutally honest and say that the massive salary on offer was instrumental to their transfer, or their former manager was completely wrong to have not played him more frequently. But that does not absolve them of the atrocious post-match interviews, none exemplified better than a victorious Wayne Rooney, basking in the success his immense talent brings to him and his team.

“I am concentrating on my football. I have got my head down and worked hard,” Rooney was quoted as having said in mid-September.

Yes Wayne, we are glad you are concentrating on your football and working hard. A bucket-load of new information: a footballer concentrating on his football.

Jose Mourinho stirred up another controversy recently when he accused West Ham United of playing “19th century football”. Trust Jose to say it like no one else could. But then, don’t West Ham United and Stoke City, at least before Mark Hughes’ subtle shift to a more continental footballing ‘philosophy’, represent the ultimate challenge to a footballer? So what if Lionel Messi scores a hat-trick against Real Madrid? Could he do it on a wet Wednesday night against Stoke City, with the bus parked in front of the goal?

Of course, for every ‘hoof up the pitch’ involving ‘the West Hams’ and ‘the Stokes’ of the world, there is always ‘the Arsenals’ and their ‘top, top, top’ players who prefer to ‘pass the ball into the net.’ The manner in which goals are scored is of utmost importance, and nothing better describes a fluid, passing game than ‘playing along the carpet’.

When one of the less fancied clubs comes up against the ‘big’ clubs, talent takes a back seat for 90 minutes as David versus Goliath is played out for the umpteenth time. Never has the underdog received so much support as he does today. And should plucky David win, it has to be after having ‘worked their socks off’, or having ‘played their hearts out’.

Of course, such a match, or any other for that matter, would require a ‘turning point’. However, if the turning point is incidentally near the 45-minute mark, then it becomes a ‘game of two halves’, ensuring that the incompetent mathematicians packed in the stands don’t make the mistake of thinking that football had borrowed the system of quarters from basketball.

One can only be thankful that Sir Alex Ferguson retired at the end of the 2012-13 season. If anything, Ferguson is singularly responsible for two of the most overused cliches in the history of sport.

Should his team put in a floundering first-half performance, there could only be one place where Sir Alex would be standing: next to the locker room plug point, revving up his hairdryer. Having blown hot air over his wards, the septuagenarian would then take his place in the stands, ‘furiously chewing’ on his favourite piece of gum.

Obviously, Manchester United would then go on to win the match in the dying minutes of the game, better known as ‘Fergie Time’. Whether David Moyes owns a hairdryer or not is yet to be seen. But, it can be safely said that Moyesie Time will not be making an entry anytime soon.

Liverpool’s victory over Everton on January 28 was of added importance, as the two clubs’ adjacent positions in the league table had somehow managed to convert the derby into a ‘six-pointer’. Relegation battles are another category of matches that are assigned six-points by commentators and journalists, even though only three points are awarded to the victors at the end of the match. Little is known of the constituents of the remaining three points, though one could guess that ‘bragging rights’ may form a part of it.

To end with England defender Rio Ferdinand’s fantastically articulated summation of the challenges of the 2012-13 season: ”We want to give the fans what they expect and be battling at the top of the league. The gauntlet has been thrown down time and time again. It is up to us to pull in the right direction. We have to step up to the plate and produce. I am sure we will.”

Football, for all its Brownian motion-like unpredictability on the pitch, is rooted in literary banality off it.

Nature 1 - 0 Tactics: Gerrard deals blow for Rodgers' regista hopes?

Aston Villa gave Liverpool an object lesson in counter-attacking football on Saturday, tearing the Reds into shreds in a first-half performance that could have graced any Champions League season and not looked out of place. In the middle of the first 45 minutes of the Villan whirlwind was Steven Gerrard, sitting in as the deep-lying play-maker, Liverpool’s resident regista.

Rodgers had played Gerrard in a the holding mid-field role against Stoke on January 12, with Liverpool emerging victors by five goals to three in a roller-coaster of a game.

“It’s something Steven and I have spoken about for a while. I thought he did very well in that role at Stoke – the mix of his game was excellent,” Brendan Rodgers, the Liverpool manager, was quoted as having said by Liverpool’s official website ahead of the Aston Villa clash at Anfield. However, the fact that Liverpool let in three goals at the Britannia Stadium should have told Rodgers that Gerrard and the defence had probably not done as well as they should have.

Gerrard was more than just “swamped” against Villa in the fist half on Saturday. He made a measly 16 passes in the first 45 minutes, less than Jordan Henderson’s 33. Even Christian Benteke managed to string together 30 passes in the first half, making Gerrard’s performance in the depths of his own half look even more disturbing. Over the length of the entire game, the Liverpool captain completed only 73% of his passes. Compare that to Raheem Sterling, who completed 97% of his passes, the majority of which were in the opposition’s half.

There is little point in doubting Gerrard’s ability on the ball. However, Rodgers’ dream of seeing his captain strutting his talent à la Andrea Pirlo would have taken a beating after the first half against Villa, and the Liverpool boss was quick to right the ship during half-time, replacing Phillipe Coutinho with Lucas Leiva, who had started the game on the substitute’s bench. With Lucas back, Gerrard was free to roam the length of the pitch and influence the game in the manner he does so well, picking out Luis Suarez with a precise 40-yard pass from just inside his own half, a position he would not have been in if he was providing cover in front of Martin Skrtel and Kolo Toure. Gerrard’s ‘Hollywood’ pass, minutes into the second half, led to Suarez earning the penalty.

Rodgers’ dislike for two defensive mid-fielders is well known. With Lucas having played in front of the back four up till now, Rodgers’ has used various formations according to requirements of the match. Although the unavailability of Suarez and Daniel Sturridge at different points in time has meant that a lone striker was often the norm for much of 2013, if one were to consider matches where two have played together, two basic structures can be discerned.

The 4-3-3: With Suarez, Sturridge and Coutinho/Sterling/Victor Moses changing positions at the front, the midfield trio comprised of Lucas, Gerrard and Henderson. The Liverpool skipper and Henderson here played in an advanced midfield role. Alternatively, this could be seen as a 4-1-3-2, with Coutinho playing as part of the second line of attack.

The 4-4-2: The more conventional English system, although currently out of favour with clubs who cannot afford the luxury of two strikers and the resultant lack of cover. With Sturridge and Suarez plying their trade at the top, Gerrard and Lucas would form the mid-field’s centre, with Henderson and Coutinho/Sterling/Moses playing wide. Lucas would be the conventional defensive midfielder, while Gerrard would provide support in attack.

By moving Gerrard to Lucas’ position in front of the defence, Rodgers wished to infuse a “range of passing” to the normally workman-like character associated with a defensive midfielder, while allowing the other two players in the midfield to aid the three-man front line.

The regista in its modern, 21st century rendition has often been seen with the support of another player. When one talks about Xabi Alonso’s breathtaking 70-yard cross-field sniper-like passes at Liverpool and Real Madrid, it’s difficult to imagine them without the harrying figure of Javier Mascherano or Sami Khedira bundling the opposition into submission, clearing the field for their partner in crime. Xavi Hernandez, while playing in a slightly more advanced position than Alonso, is coupled with Sergio Busquets, who does the proverbial dirty work. Paul Scholes played the ‘keep-the-ball-ticking’ role to much acclaim at Manchester United, punctuating his midfield stability with attacking insurgencies. Andrea Pirlo, everyone’s favourite beard-sporting midfield metronome, had Gennaro Gattuso for company in Milan. His time at Juvetus, however, has seen him without the typical destroyer, although Juvetus’ wealth when it comes to combative midfielders – Paul Pogba, Arturo Vidal, Claudio Marchisio – ensures Pirlo is not caught out.

Rodgers has talked of using Gerrard as a centre-back in his twilight years, with the approaching years rendering him devoid of the pace he so effectively used for his lung-busting runs over the past decade. However, the lack of running speed does not mean that Gerrard should be relegated to a deeper role.

Gerrard’s second-half performance against Villa was a perfect example of a player with more than just pace to his game. While his passing ability would be a bonus at the holding role, the cross-field passes are effective when one is in a slightly more advanced position, with the ball still arriving at pace to the receiver rather than floating and enabling easier interceptions.

It can be argued that Gerrard needs more time to accept the new role and get used to the new positioning and the speed with which the game is played in your own half. Rodgers and Gerrard conceded as much before and after game.

“Now you are reprogramming him(Gerrard) for his movement patterns in this half of the field. Once we continue to do more work on it on the training field, he’ll get that total picture of where he’s at,” Rodgers had said before the Villa game.

Pirlo’s languid style has been the outcome of a prolonged spell in a deeper role, dictating games even before he joined Milan at the age of 22. His development as a deep-lying controller started at Brescia in northern Italy, the club he played for in two spells. The end of his second term at Brescia – a six-month loan deal from Inter – saw his role taken up by Pep Guardiola, whose spell was halted after he tested positive for nandrolone.

Maybe with time, Gerrard too will flower in a role Rodgers has identified for him. If there is any player who has managed to play more than adequately in different positions, it is Steven Gerrard, be it at right-back, centre, left or right midfield, or just off the striker. Surely, sauntering about as Henderson and company do the legwork will not be too difficult? Sporting a beard could probably help.

Liverpool and schoolboy football: Attack, attack, attack

While it’s not exactly a coming together of fate and destiny nor a natural or probabilistic miracle, the end of the calendar year coinciding with the turn of the football season is more than just an artistic rendition of administrative beauty. The New Year, almost teasingly, presents an alluring opportunity for clubs, players, managers, chairmen/chairwomen and fans to make resolutions that they hope to keep, only to break them in the first week itself. The flying full-back with defensive frailties goes missing in the first minute of new year, the underachieving striker unerringly loses the plot when presented with an open goal, and the hopeful mid-fielder cannot manage to keep his feet on the ground when confronted with a rush of blood. The lonely goalkeeper, when not flapping his hands about helplessly, can only watch the self-destruction, stranded on the line.

How Brendan Rodgers will be wishing that his wards can keep their promises.

Liverpool, for all their points and shouts of a title charge, resemble young schoolboys, charged and restless, harrying after the ball, but with little thought towards responsibility.

Fifth at the turn of the year is no mean achievement for a team with an attrition rate over the last few years high enough to rival that of a sinking Indian BPO firm. Liverpool have struggled for any semblance of stability on and off the pitch and began 2013-14 with a manager with an entire season under his belt for the first time since Rafa Benitez in 2009-10. Rodgers, slowly but surely, has been able to put his “philosophy” into place.

Rodgers identified the lack of goals as a problem early in his tenure, and one could not argue against the Northern Irishman.

After having scored 77 league goals in the agonisingly-close 2008-09 season, the club’s goal scoring prowess had been on the decline. Rafa Benitez’s last season saw the number of league goals drop by more than 20% to 61.

The fractured season of Roy Hodgson and Kenny Dalglish witnessed another decline, albeit marginal, with the opposition breached only 59 times in 38 games. Kenny Dalglish’s season of total charge witnessed another alarming drop in goals scored, which numbered just 47: a measly 1.24 per match.

Then along came B-Rod, and goals scored soared to 71 in 2012-13. And the current season sees the Reds only behind the free-scoring Manchester City, with 44. Yes, in just 19 games.

There is little to doubt that Liverpool’s game has improved since the dark times under Benitez, Hodgson and Dalglish. Goals are not the problem, especially against clubs in the bottom half of the table.

However, just as the goal-scoring and the head-rush associated with it attracts children to the striker’s position during pick-up games, defensive responsibilities seem to be forgotten by Liverpool under Rodgers, virtually becoming a game of who-scores-more-wins.

Rafa Benitez’s title-challenging Reds conceded just 27 goals in the league to end with a goal difference of 50. Twenty clean sheets out of 38 meant having Jamie Carragher in your Fantasy Football team was a top, top, top priority.

Benitez’s ill-fated last season saw the clean sheet percentage fall to 45%, with 35 goals conceded. Still less than one goal conceded per game, yes. But when coupled with the fall in goals scored, the writing was on the wall.

The Hodgson-Dalglish farce witnessed 14 clean sheets, 44 goals conceded, and a goal difference of 15.

Dalglish’s sole season in total command saw just 12 shut-outs, with the goal difference falling to a miserable seven.

Rodgers first season led to a return to the goal-scoring ways. Clean sheets rose to 16. However, the number of goals conceded was still above the worrying 40-point mark at 43.

This season has already seen 23 goals being conceded, at a rate of 1.21 per match, with just five clean sheets. No team with title aspirations can hope to fulfill them when leaking more than a goal per match.

Defensive deficiencies have not been new to Liverpool. If anything, it has been the Reds’ susceptibility at the back which has undermined their season, with only Sunderland and West Ham United-eleven each-having dropped more points than Liverpool (10), from positions of strength (either draw or winning positions). While it can be argued that six of them have come in the last two matches against Manchester City and Chelsea, the leaky back-line has been there for all to see. Straightforward set-piece duties have been ignored, with Martin Skrtel-having regained his place in the starting eleven with some sterling performances, admittedly-more concerned about exchanging jerseys before full-time. It sure is a funny season when your highest scoring defender has scored as many own-goals as goals for (Skrtel with two of each variety).

As for the goal scoring prowess, there are just two words: Luis Suarez, who sits atop the charts with 19 in 14 appearances in 2013-14, and 29 in the entire calendar year. After having missed nine league games. Take him out-purely as a hypothetical exercise-and all the excitement about a return to free-scoring ways of the past may be overstated.

For all the talk about scoring goals and free-flowing attacking football, Liverpool will never challenge for the title unless they can tighten at the back. For too long has the left-back position been without an adequate cover for Jose Enrique. Although Glen Johnson is an assured presence on either flanks, it’s not going to be long before his place in the eleven comes under scrutiny, if his performances this season have been anything to go by. Forget England, Johnson isn’t even the best right-back in Liverpool (read Seamus Coleman).

The heart of the defence, which is supposed to inspire confidence and be a bastion of ever-presence, has been nothing but a case of musical chairs. Kolo Toure, Martin Skrtel, Daniel Agger and Mamadou Sakho have all done their bit in the concession of goals. By stocking up on international defenders, Rodgers may have given himself quality options, but there will always be pressure to play them, even though he may not admit to it. Having made Daniel Agger the vice-captain, there is only so long that he can be kept on the bench. Add the acquisition of a centre-back for upwards of £15 million into the mix (Sakho), and one is not doing themselves any favours. What complicates matters even more is if the two best players for the position-Sakho and Agger-are left-footed. Skrtel, for all his last-ditch tackles and emphatic headers, is not a match for either of the two aforementioned players.

And we have not even started talking about Tiago Ilori and Sebastien Coates yet. While the latter is currently injured,the former is yet to get a look-in.

Few would have predicted at the beginning of the season that Liverpool would be so close to the top, let alone sitting pretty at Christmas. Then again, even fewer would have predicted Luis Suarez’s sensational spree on his return from suspension. What one could have foreseen, however, was the defensive generosity. Having begun the season with three consecutive clean sheets, Liverpool’s defensive season has gone off the boil.

A time will come in the coming six months when the team of 2013-14 will be compared to the electric 1987-88 side, with both comprising of exquisite players such as John Barnes, Peter Beardsely, John Aldridge, Kenny Dalglish, Luis Suarez, Phillipe Coutinho and Daniel Sturridge. The class of 1987-88 scored 87 goals in a 40-game season, and the current side are well on their to matching it.

Sir Tom Finney may have termed Liverpool’s 5-0 demolition of Brian Clough’s Nottingham Forest in April 1988 as the “finest exhibition” of the game he had ever seen, but the legendary title-winning side built by Kenny Dalglish had the steel of Alan Hansen and company at the back, a defensive line-up which let slip only 24 goals in 40 league games, keeping a clean sheet 21 times.

Come January 1, and Liverpool will play Hull City at home, and no one would put it past them to go rampant and score half-a-dozen. Me? I’ll take a 1-0, thank you very much.

Leaving the Old Firm in Scotland: Celtic and Rangers

Few things in football match the intensity and thrill of a derby, when neighbours are at each other’s throats and loyalties of families are divided. The magic of the Merseyside derby from last week was captivating, as both Liverpool and Everton dished out tasty tackles even though their managers were disciples of the finer, continental style of football. The derby, it seems, cannot be suppressed: it’s a rivalry far more intimate than others. Titles can be lost, but the derby cannot.

Cardiff City’s promotion to the Premier League reignited another flaming battle, coming just over 101 years after the first South Wales derby between the club and Swansea. Surprisingly, this was the first tie between the two Welsh clubs in the top flight.

The English Premier League’s delightful marketing campaign would survive even without its pre and post-match gimmicks, as the histories between the teams on show are an advert for the game few other leagues can match in terms of intensity and number. Be it West Ham United and Millwall, Newcastle United and Sunderland, or Arsenal and Tottenham, the football is never disappointing. More importantly, the influx of foreign players has not diluted the traditions: Manchester City’s Spanish imports are aware how valuable a victory over the red half of Manchester is to the supporters.

In such a setting, wouldn’t the greatest – as argued in some quarters – derby of them all add another rip-roaring contest to the enviable repertoire of the English Premier League? Surely, the league’s administrators would not have to spend any money at all to attract crowds for a match-up between the two most successful Scottish clubs? The clubs, after all, hold the British record for the highest attendance for a league match. The Scottish Cup final of 1969 saw an even bigger crowd, with 132,870 managing to fit themselves into the stadium.

Celtic and Rangers, between them, have won 97 Scottish League championships, 68 Scottish Cups and 41 Scottish League Cups. The two have played each other close to 400 times, with less than a fourth of them ending as draws. No boring stalemates, then.

As an Old Firm tie has not been possible since Rangers’ demotion at the end of the 2011-12 season after their liquidation and subsequent reincarnation, one could be forgiven for thinking that the rivalry may have lost an edge. After all, supporters thrive on the knowledge that they would be meeting their arch-enemies in the coming future. However, there has been no mellowing of the mood. Earlier this year in April, a crowd of 6,000 fans watched the under-17s – yes, the under-17s – of the two Glasgow clubs play each other. The meeting of the kids did not lighten the mood though, as the youngsters got an early taste of what the Old Firm really meant. Playing at Patrick Thistle, flares and smoke bombs were in full show, reducing visibility to dangerous levels. Seats were torn out of their place.

And this was before the match had started.

A couple of minutes after kick-off, a local fire brigade was on the scene as a precautionary measure. But a hose cannot douse the poisonous taunting.

The inclusion of clubs from Wales into the English football season was a result of the late formation of the Welsh football league. Founded in 1904 as the Rhymney Valley League, it went on to be named as the Glamorgan League in 1909, until it finally assumed the mantle of the Welsh Football League in 1912. Cardiff City were founded in 1899, while Swansea City came into being in 1912.

The Scottish Football League, on the other hand, was formed in 1890, with the Scottish Football Association responsible for organising football in Scotland since 1873. With the formation of the Scottish Football Association in 1873, friendlies and cup ties like the Glasgow Cup would be staged. The formation of the Football League in England in 1888 attracted several players from Scotland due to the higher salaries on offer. This in turn forced Scottish clubs to form their own league, leading to the creation of the Scottish Football League in 1890, with Rangers and Celtic being part of the founding members.

All in all, the initiation of Welsh clubs into the English Football League was due to the lack of a formal structure in Wales. Scotland, on the other hand, did not face the similar paucity of footballing administration.

That said, more than a hundred years down the line, does a case exist for the Scottish powerhouses to play under the aegis of the English Football League?

The strongest argument in favour of Rangers and Celtic joining the English Football League is the financial clout they can offer. Both their stadia, The Ibrox and Celtic Park, can seat more than 50,000 people each, with the latter closer to 60,000. If two clubs, with the fanatical support that they have, were to join the English league, attendances at home and away games for the current English clubs would rise dramatically, leading to an increase in the revenue streams.

“Could you imagine the income generation Rangers and Celtic would create in the Conference? Every Conference stadium would be full. And then to work through the leagues over the next three or four years would refresh English football because this staleness that is affecting Scottish football is prevalent here,” Charles Green, former chief executive of Rangers, was quoted as having said in March this year.

But apart from strengthening of revenue streams, little seems to support the inclusion of the Scottish clubs in English football.

The Glaswegian clubs’ enmity is entrenched in deeply held religious beliefs, and a rivalry based on sectarianism would not be healthy for any league, especially the English, which finds itself in the middle of rising racist abuse after having nearly eradicated the widespread hooliganism of the 1970s and 1980s.

Founded in 1872, Rangers predominantly attracted the Scottish Protestants. Celtic, on the other hand, was founded in 1887 by an Irish Catholic monk, with the aim of funding a charity to reduce the poverty within Glasgow’s large Irish community, and being a symbolic support to the suffering immigrants. Rangers, on the other hand, were the team supported by Scotland’s Protestant majority. Until 1989, the club had a policy of not signing Catholic players.

Current Celtic manager Neil Lennon Lennon, a Catholic from Lurgan, Northern Ireland, has had to endure violence and threats since joining Celtic in 2000 as a player.

In September 2008, Lennon was knocked unconscious after being assaulted in Glasgow, with a Celtic spokesman saying that Lennon had been the target of sectarian abuse. The attack on Lennon came hours after Celtic lost their league match against rivals Rangers. The two perpetrators, sentenced to two years’ imprisonment, were Rangers supporters.

In January 2011, bullets addressed to Lennon were intercepted at a mail sorting office in Glasgow. Later that year in March, Lennon and two high-profile Celtic fans were sent parcel bombs. If it needed to be added, Lennon was forced into international retirement in 2002 after receiving death threats.

Even if the haze of hate surrounding the Old Firm tensions was to be side-stepped, the little matter of English-Scottish rivalry would still have to be considered. While Scottish managers and footballers have left an indelible print on English football, the nature of the fierce rivalry between the two nations has been immense. A Scotland team featuring the likes of Denis Law and Jim Baxter beat World Cup winners England 3-2 in 1967 at Wembley, leading to the Scottish media calling their team as the best in the world for a day. The annual fixture between the two nations was abandoned in 1989.

An added spice to the England-Scotland rivalry has been the case for Scottish independence.

Earlier this month, on the 14th, the Scottish Independence Referendum Bill was passed by the Scottish parliament. On September 18, 2014, the Scottish government will hold a referendum of Scotland’s voting public on whether Scotland should be an independent country and separate itself from the United Kingdom. With uncertainty over the future status of the nation itself, little can be done about football clubs.

Finally, the removal of Celtic and Rangers could sound the death knell for football in Scotland. With Scottish domestic football not commanding much money in terms of broadcasting rights, the clubs’ reliance on gate receipts is accentuated. Were Rangers and Celtic to become a part of English football, attendance for other clubs would plummet. Rangers, for example, have been able to attract thousands of fans to their matches in the Scottish League One, even though they lead the table by nine points over Dunfermline, having played a game less.

Should Rangers and Celtic join English football, the strengthening of revenues would only lead to the purchase of higher quality players by the two clubs, who would inevitably be non-Scottish. As a result, the national team would suffer even more.

Their presence in Scottish football might have created a two-horse race over the years, but the Old Firm remains an attraction that cannot be matched, even though they remain separated by divisions. While their inclusion in the English Premier League may sound as a proposal worth savouring, far-reaching consequences have to be accounted for before such a move is executed.

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But what if I don't care for any of them?
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