Ben Hibbs

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Positional forays purposeful, but central defence awaits Jones



Were he to be transported back to a not-too-distant football past, Manchester United’s Phil Jones might well take gainfully to the role of swashbuckling, pint-swilling, roaring leader, a rampaging central midfield all-rounder of the type popularised in the 1980s. He appears more of the era of, say, Bryan Robson and Steve Bruce – where footballers would play hard and play harder – than the teetotal, yoga mat-hugging uber-athletes of today. Jones’s natural footballing talent, back then, would have settled discussions about his true calling: he’s a midfielder. 

But positional trends change quickly in football, the requisite attributes shifting with the times. And there appears an urge, justifiably inspired by Barcelona’s tiki-taka, to populate the middle of football’s parks with arty, diminutive pick-pockets, metronome passlords and multi-faceted power players – the latter, coincidentally or not, predominantly of African descent. That’s not to say Jones isn’t technically adept, and he is certainly a powerful, run-all-day worker. But he isn’t technically cute or skilfully subtle, like the finest midfield talents of 2012.

His attributes are brazen, rugged, and more favourably appreciated in the context of modern defending. Playing him in midfield is a means to an end for United at the moment: a young athletic runner compensating for, or, more kindly put, complementing the less mobile Michael Carrick and Paul Scholes. That blend didn’t exactly work for Sir Alex Ferguson against Jones’ former club Blackburn Rovers on Monday – though you could vaguely argue that Jones helped wear down the stubborn resolve and resistance of Steve Kean’s side. United looked far more dangerous once Ryan Giggs and, later, Ashley Young, came on to add the attacking verve that was previously lacking.

Despite that, many United fans rightly say that Jones’ best performances this season have come in central midfield. The reason for that is relatively obvious; Jones lacks the maturity and positional dexterity to yet master a master’s position in central defence, but he fills a void in United’s team in midfield. Centre-back rewards wily know-how and chides inexperienced young bucks. Just look at the tough education Jones’ team-mate Jonny Evans has undergone. In seasons past he began to look a little lost and, for many fans at least, suddenly dispensable when Chris Smalling and Jones arrived. This season, he has arguably been United’s best defender, barring the 6-1 Manchester derby defeat in which he was sent off – but as that scoreline suggests, that match won’t be bolded up and placed prominently on any United player’s CV. More importantly, Evans has softened the blow of Nemanja Vidic’s long-term absence. At 24, though, it took time attaining his current high regard. Four years his junior and having only just left his teens, Jones has similar lessons ahead.

Jones has Wayne Rooney’s innate football understanding and his willingness to play in almost any position, but there should be no doubt that centre-back is his destiny. His use in midfield rewards his technical qualities in a conversely similar way to former striker Alan Smith’s tackling robustness served him out of position - it was an auxiliary but valuable asset as a striker, it didn’t make him a good midfielder, though it made it tempting to play him there.

Jones’ defensive style falls somewhere between that of Rio Ferdinand and Nemanja Vidic, which if fulfilled is a frightening prospect indeed. This, too, is a positional progression natural in football; to amalgamate previously disparate qualities. That is why it is highly unlikely that Jones will become the new incarnation of John O’Shea or Phil Neville – and that is not to disrespect two dedicated, valuable club servants. They were at times important players, just without a position to call home. Time and talent is on Jones’ side, and his youthful forays throughout the United team should only serve to enhance his all-round game when he drops back into central defence, where greatness awaits.

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—Japandroids - The House That Heaven Built

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Japandroids - The House That Heaven Built

New track from the forthcoming album Celebration Rock. And it’s brilliant.

They’ve also announced some UK tour dates:

05-17 Cardiff, Wales — Clwb Ifor Bach

05-18 Brighton, England — Green Door Store

05-21 Bristol, England — Cooler

05-22 London, England — CAMP (Basement)

05-23 Manchester, England — Soup Kitchen

05-24 Glasgow, Scotland — King Tut’s

05-25 Leeds, England — Cockpit 2

05-26 Nottingham, England — Bodega

Nice

Run of Play: 78 Minutes

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Here’s my new Grantland piece about Muamba. I wrote most of this on Tuesday, and since then, a sort of Muamba backlash has emerged, made up of people who think we’re talking too much about Muamba, or feeling too much about Muamba, or talking and feeling about Muamba in the wrong ways. This was…

I haven’t read the subsequent blog, but these few words are nice (though I can also find common ground to an extent with some of the anti-mawkish warriors)

There are many ways you can judge a season and the best way is progress at the football club as a whole. I don’t think it necessarily relates to trophies or points.

— Kenny Dalglish.

Players smiling at training is the new title.

The Software Slump has aged really well. Still sounds good almost… shit… 12 years on! Christ. First song from that album: He’s Simple, He’s Dumb, He’s the Pilot. Reminds me of minidiscs.

Audio: Social media in football

It’s interesting - if you’re into that kind of thing - that Manchester City have signed a deal with social/location networking site foursquare, and they also plan to offer accessible wifi inside the stadium (it’s easier to access the network with so few users - arf!), which would be an enviable treat at Old Trafford, sufferer of a network blackout on matchdays.

The deal was announced by City’s digital guru Richard Ayers at SXSW in Austin, Texas (incidentally, he looks like he should perhaps be playing in a band there). Foursquare hasn’t properly taken off in England yet but it’s huge in America. In comparison, United take a perhaps more tentative approach to less established social media, for a variety of reasons, although boast a considerable Facebook following, matched only by Barcelona.

Anyway, this interview with Ayers is an interesting listen, and there are a few comical quotes in there too to keep you entertained if you get bored.

Get on with it! Football’s impatience

Another trip to see Oldham at Boundary Park, another defeat…

Perhaps it’s just Oldham Athletic, though I suspect not - you see and hear it at football grounds up and down the country - but there’s a peculiar impatience at lower league matches.

Think how many times at the football you’ve heard someone shout unsympathetically: “Come on! Get on with it!” And not just directed at an opposition player wasting time at a throw-in, or dying on the floor after a bone-crunching tackle, or a referee giving a laborious lecture to a disinterested delinquent. Fans even direct it at their own players. In the Chaddy End at Boundary Park - this is two matches into Latics’ Golden Ticket five-matches-for-£15 offer - even kids, their views on football not yet fully matured, shout: “Come on, hurry up! Get a move on!”

What’s the rush? Why is everybody so keen to get it all over with? Are the rest of their lives so important and exhilarating that they must quickly dispose of this pesky business with clinical rapidity? The football on show isn’t exactly Lionel Messi at Camp Nou, it’s not a masterclass from Paul Scholes, an occasional observer in these parts. But you are paying for 90 minutes of entertainment, what’s the sense in fast-forwarding through it as though you’ve Sky-plussed the match in your mind and desire only to view the most salient points in the plot? The same people leave five minutes before the end, or at least leave their seat and watch as they walk along the footpath at the pitch’s edge. They shuffle closer to the exit, rubbernecking to capture the last vestige of their Saturday afternoon hobby, before hot-footing it across the car park like they’re fleeing from a crime, into their cars and off into the horizon and the vitally important matters that await their undivided attention. Late winners and equalisers don’t count, I’m too busy.

Fans aren’t even particularly taken with considered, patient passing in the back four; defenders are not built for that at this level, they’re destined to physically destroy forwards, or going off with head injuries and coming back on to score a bloodied, headed goal from a corner, before running back to the half way line roaring like an action movie hero: “we can win this boys!” But when the centre-backs start faffing in defence, knocking it about, that is not on. Get it forward, lad.

The further up the football ladder you go the more that composure and patience on the ball are recognised as requisite qualities. In the hustle and bustle of England’s tougher leagues though, it’s not so widely regarded, or even recommended - that forward you cynically scythed down in the first five minutes is out for revenge, with bloodshot eyes and studs at the ready.

Oldham’s 2-1 defeat against Yeovil Town on Saturday had a similar air to the loss to Scunthorpe United a few days before it: going a goal down, equalising, only to lose out in the end. Yeovil, like Scunthorpe, started well, but this time Oldham’s opponents capitalised early, midfielder Gavin Williams scoring an excellent goal from distance.

Oldham’s bloodied centre-back, the incredibly-named Zander Diamond, levelled in the aforementioned heroic manner in the second half, but Yeovil responded quickly and took all three points.

The Latics players look tired - and no wonder, it’s a small squad, mostly the same 11 for two games a week, dealing with a gruelling glut of games. All the more reason, then, to take your time and not rush things, put your foot on the ball and conserve energy. Except that’s not allowed.