From Steven Noble :comparisons
Hi Myles,
I hope you are well and looking forward to the Euros.
We have been starved of your comments this week, so I thought I would suggest a possible writing topic.
I am 23, so most of the past football legends have passed me by, or I only know of them as pundits/commentators/etc. You often refer to players be similar to the past masters and I would love to hear more of these. Is there any chance you could do a piece comparing players from the Premiership era to those previous?
On a similar note, comparing players to bands would be interesting! Robin BANG! Persie, like a classical piece, smooth and elegant, with a sudden crescendo! (maybe Pink Floyd?) CR7, Messi, Bergkamp, Henry, Scholes, Giggs, Cantona, etc.
Thanks, Steve
Myles says:
I’m fine, thanks, but apprehensive about the Euros.
There’s a bigger buzz about the Jubilee than there is about Poland-Ukraine.
Experience tells me that 90% of big events are disappointing.
The best things about a football tournament is the anticipation.
In the main, watching a football tounament is like managing a rock group. It’s a long series of disappointments illuminated by an occasional small triumph.
Why do it then? Because watching football tournaments is one of the things I’ve always done. I always watch them and I always talk about them.
Fourteen years ago this week I went online for the first time. I was on the Information Superhighway, as it was called, and I soon started scribbling some opinionated paragraphs in a remote corner of the blogosphere.
Arsenal had just won the Double in brilliant style and gooner Ian Grant was buzzing and wanted to keep the website going,so he suggested that we do the World Cup in France. Patrick Vieira and Manu Petit were in the squad and I thought Glenn Hoddle knew what he was doing as England manager.
I thought : I’m gonna watch it, and I’m gonna talk about it, why not type out what I say to my friends and stick it up on the internet?
So I started blogging France 98, when Bilic and Blanc were players.
I wanted what I wrote to be informal, casual, honest, spontaneous,like speech, reflecting and catching moments that flew past at high speed.
I liked blogging because it was open-ended and extended outside the UK.
When I wrote for The Scotsman I knew who my reader was : a schoolteacher in Stirling.
When I started blogging, it was experimental.
I’d never seen a website or an email and had no idea what other people were writing, so I had to make it up as I went along.
It’s been a long, strange trip but I got a book out of it.
ANR was a rough draft for The Professor
As for you, Steve, don’t apologise for being 23.
You’re young and can look forward to Arsenal after Lord Wenger.
Managed by Cesc Fabregas, Arsenal will win the Champions League.
Starved of my comments? Don’t be silly.
While I appreciate your loyalty, I’ve a book to finish and the summer is a good time to do that. This morning I printed out a 38-page file called ENDWRAP3.
Since the middle of my 70s memoir had sprawled into hundreds of thousands of words, and become a trilogy, I eventually realised I needed more focus.
So I decided to write the end of the first book before finishing the beginning and the middle.
I’ve printed out those 13,000 words and started scribbling on them. I don’t know how other authors do it. But that’s what I do. Just as every cripple has his own way of walking, every writer has his own way of writing.
The original ENDWRAP file aimed to wrap up the end of the book, which covers my first spell as a rock journalist, from 1970 to 1976, a golden era for groups, live gigs and rich record companies.
That was a colourful period with a lot of laughing and a lot of rock stars.
I started writing this book because none of the interesting things I did ended up in the features and reviews I wrote. One way or another, all those things fell outside the format of the papers and magazines I wrote for. Or they happened after the article was written.
Your questions, Steve, show that you’re a nutcase. But a nice nutcase.
This old beatnik can’t compare today’s footballers to those of the Sixties and Seventies. And I can’t compare them to rock groups either, you fanciful boy.
I think if Joe Baker played for Arsenal today, he’d be sold to Real Madrid for £70 million.
It makes more sense to compare players to cars.
Don Howe said Dennis Bergkamp was a Rolls Royce of a player.