| Dec 13 |
Games: Batman Arkham Asylum
 Welcome to the Hotel California. You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave Get Your Gameface On The best thing about Batman Arkham Asylum is that it’s a movie/comic book inspired game that is everything that the recent James Bond Blood Stone isn’t - as EA, who have nothing to do with this title, say, it’s all about the game. And this is a brilliant, tight, atmospheric, immersive, highly entertaining game. And I spent the best part of last weekend playing it from start to finish.  Batman - mysterious man of many faces not to mention numerous artistic styles It helps that while Batman is every bit as elemental a force of nature as Bond, he’s far more amenable to interpretation. Witness the wide variety of artists and writers who’ve been associated with him and his success in comics, cartoons and films. And it’s equally useful that he’s been developed for a range of audiences, from the young kids who watch the Saturday morning cartoons, to the adolescents who read the monthly comics and pack out the cinemas all the way through to the oldsters like me who remember when Frank Miller’s The Dark Knight first came out (and have the original 4 comics to prove it thank you very much). It ensures that this visualisation of Batman, while indisputably unique, fits perfectly into the canon of Batworks. And while the Game is written by animated cartoon series writer Paul Dini, it’s palpably based around the core book that centres around Arkham Asylum itself, Grant Morison and Dave McKean’s Arkham Asylum: A Serious House On Serious Earth which, like the game itself, is intended for older readers. There’s both badness and madness within these walls and it’s not just confined to the inmates, the very walls of the place exude insanity. Similarly, Batman is clearly built on the big, hard, almost psychopathic hero inspired by Miller’s The Dark Knight, a Batman familiar to more mature readers and the latest movies rather than the quip-cracking Clooneyesque Adam West hero of yore, or the do-Gooding crime fighter of the kiddie cartoons. Make no mistake, this Batman is big. Pro-wrestling, WWF, Xtreeme Fighting big. Masses of muscle beneath the old leotard and not an ounce of fat to be seen. He’s also mean and broody and you’d better believe he don’t take no nonsense from no one. His sheer size fits in perfectly with the dark undertone of threat that suffuses the whole game. And it’s a sense of threat that extends throughout all elements of the game.
 The Dark Knight wanders aimlessly through the corridors of my old primary school looking for crims. Note, I probably kicked off some of those tiles. Sorry. The visual design matches all of this and is fantastic. It’s dark and vicious and unclean. The interiors have that depressing distressed institutional feel to them, eerily reminiscent of my late victorian primary school and the sort of hospitals where patients are left in corridors to die. They feel spooky, creepy and old, perfectly in keeping with Arkham’s own story. Out in the open it’s equally dark and inhospitable. The sense of place you get is outstanding, it’s clear, this is not a nice place to be. It feels unique and the characters have a three dimensionality to them that I’ve not seen before in a game. The gameplay more than lives up to the setting – it’s a good bit of stealth, some kick ass fighting, a lot of mazey moving about, a little bit of basic detecting, with enough open ended exploration and reward searching to make each section feel different each time you play. And while I would have liked a bit more of the open ended exploration, this is being really nitpicky. It takes a good half-day to rush through and there’s still a whole load of stuff I hadn’t got around to.  Woof! Batman lays into one of the many crims under the Joker's influence. All the controls are intelligent – it’s not just a case of button mashing, although that will take you a certain distance. It’s easy and intuitive to move around, while the sneaking and fighting are just the right balance of ease and sophistication. And moments when you come into a room with multiple guards can be dealt with in a variety of ways, usually involving some kind of tactics for separating the opponents and the taking them down individually using stealth rather than simply having a great big fistfight out in the open. The moment you find yourself having to take out seven hardcore crims armed with machine guns without taking a single shot makes for a genuinely tense experience. And there’s a wide variation in game styles within the game, as the third person stealth fighting style gives way to a 3d platforming mode every now and then. Anywhere else this would be a jarring clash of styles, but here even this is woven seamlessly into the storyline, being those moments when Batman is under the influence of Scarecrow’s fear toxin. The gameplay falls on just the right amount of challenging, there were the inevitable moments of frustration, and after a while I could have done without the taunting cutscene loading thing after each death, but the challenge was never so great I felt it was unfair or gamestopping. However, occasionally you need to actually die to be given the hint you need as to how to actually defeat your enemies, which is kind of irritating. If it has a flaw (and we’re being super picky here) it’s that the bigger boss battles, Bane, Poison Ivy and the Joker, along with pretty much the whole Killer Croc episode, become very linear and set piecey. There’s one way to defeat them and that’s it and it’s sometimes a tiny bit monkey see monkey do button clicking to onscreen prompts. The final Joker scene especially. Other than that it’s sins of omission. I ended up wanting more. More levels, more of Batman’s archetypal enemies as I’m not big on Bane and Poison Ivy is a bit limp. I wish the island on which Arkham is built was bigger with more areas to explore, more baddies and more rewards to discover. Which is exactly what the upcoming Arkham City, due out this year, threatens to do. Sweet.
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| Dec 07 |
What We Learned From Prem Week 16Is Samir Nasri The Best Player In The Prem? Certainly none of the usual suspects have really distinguished themselves this season. The Drog (malaria ridden – excellent excuse), Malouda (great at the start of the season, now a pale shallow husk of himself), Greedy Stevie Me (hamstrung in so many ways), Essien (injured or suspended), Titface, Lumpy, Fabregas, and Torres (long-term injuries of various sorts) all seem to be suffering from World Cup hangovers (or in Essien’s case pre-World Cup). And don’t get me started on the continuing fall from grace that is the life of Chav Wanker. In contrast this season, this mostly quality free season, Nasri has been almost singularly excellent. He’s been more consistent than Van der Vaart, who’s certainly been the best newcomer, and not as injured (there’s that World Cup hangover again). And others like Elmander, Tevez and, er, that’s about it, have merely flashed around in one or two games. In fact, the only real challenger seems to be Gareth Bale (who was also spared World Cup exertions) and while he’s been great against Inter and Arsenal, he hasn’t been quite as continually effective in the Prem. The latest incarnation of the Fat Sam method of physical football. They epitomise everything that’s wrong with the Prem. A team who think barging, blocking and bad tackling are the basic building blocks of the game. A team and a gameplan built around quasi-legal physicality rather than any kind of ball-playing skills. They play mind-boggling anti-football, which makes the worst of Mourinho’s look like it was perfected on the playing fields of Barcelona. And they’re managed by someone who is so completely deluded that he honestly believes that he would be a winner at Real Madrid or Inter Milan (or that he’d even be hired by them). They are as evil as Sepp Blatter only without any of the redeeming features. Blimey doesn’t time fly? Like the onset of Christmas, the annual Squeaky Bum Time festival just seems to creep up earlier and earlier. Time was the powers that be would wait until at least March before going all serious on us. This time you can be sure that Sky, never ones to miss a trick promotion-wise (what with every week having a Super Sunday and a Not-Quite-So-Super-But-We-Have-To-Televise-Them-Sometimes Monday almost every week) will have the Squeaky Bum bunting out in the studio before Christmas is even upon us. However, this time they might actually have a point, what with this being the most open Prem ever and the Top Three due to go round robin on each other in December, it could be that the next four weeks will sort out the destiny of the Prem. Let’s see how it looks:
Any one of the top three who win all their matches will be in pole position at the top of the table. But if you imagine that they all drop points (hardly a big stretch of the imagination given their performances this season) while City, who have the sort of easy run Chelski had at the start of the season, get the full 12/12, I can see Man City being top at the end of the year. I’d be specially worried if I were Chelski, because I can now see them losing two, if not three of those games. Then we really have a battle on our hands. Give Me Full On Football Action Baby Make no mistake, Chelski are in trouble. We all said they’d start the season well given their first five fixtures were effectively gimmies, but wondered how they’d cope once they got to the big games. Sure they got their usual 3 points off Arsenal, but they were beaten by Man City and they’ve really not looked solid since, losing to Boremingham, Sunderland and Liverpool. Certainly against an Everton side that really can’t boast a single genuine striker, they looked terrifyingly average and Leighton Baines was awesome attacking down the left against first Bosingwa, then once he had been removed, Ferreira. Quite where Chelski’s mojo has gone (possibly it’s keeping recently sacked Ray Wilkins company) or how they’re going to get it back (possibly out of his cold, dead hands) is something of a mystery. Everton are no great shakes either. It’s not too serious to say that results in December will determine Chelski’s destiny for years to come. Where once their position in the top two was assured, they’re now part of a five way battle for the top four slots. Arsenal took advantage in typical fashion, conceding goals as if they had the Engerland defence instead of France’s 3rd team stringers for centre halves, while scoring more goals, more beautiful goals than the opposition. In the same way that Arsenal used to be hideously predictable during their pre-Wenger ‘one nil to the Arsenal’ days, so their matches now follow a familiar, if radically different script. Early doors (as they say) Arsenal look imperious, have hundreds of shots and go ahead (often by at least two), only to suffer an inexplicable moral collapse around half time (often inspired by a catastrophic defensive error of some sort), then let the opposition back into the game and squeaky bum it to the finish line with varying results. Hardly the most convincing of gameplans. Nasri’s two goals were both outstanding pieces of individual skill capping excellent teamplay which cut the Fulham defence apart. And Fulham were poor. Mark Hughes’ choice to play a young Michael Briggs against Nasri was a massive tactical error and he was subbed during the first half. Man U had for them a good week, given they didn’t play a game, while Blackpool had a week in the sun while their pitch was deep frozen by the weather. Maybe they should consider playing this type of match abroad in some kind of Match 39 sort of way in future. It’s actually great news for Blackpool, who don’t have to face a Man U still energised by their 7-1 thrashing of Real Blackburn and can now rack up some more points before having a potentially morale sapping thumping from one of the big boys. Meanwhile back in Madchester, those pesky kids at Man City gave Bolton as total a one-nil pasting as it’s possible to give, only not in the assured style of the pre-Wenger ‘one nil to the Arsenal’ Arsenal. Given Match of the Day tries to be as neutral and unbiased as possible, sharing shots and possession equally in a strange kind of quasi-Stalinist fashion that rarely tells the real story of the game, the fact that they showed only one Bolton attack tells you all you need to know. Man City battered Bolton mercilessly and they were amazingly lucky to only lose by one. Mind you, they were absolutely terrible, with the kind of chase and run defence that was pulled all over the place by City. Sure not as bad as Real Blackburn were against Man U, but pretty bloody bad all the same. It’s hard to believe this is the same team that played so well in the second half against Blackpool last week, although on reflection it’s easy to see that they’re the same side who conceded two sloppy, set pieces to Blackpool in the first place. Still City were unable to convert 89 minutes of total domination into more than one goal and continue to show that if Tevez doesn’t score, then they don’t often get goals. Tottingham showed that there is no position of supremacy that they’re not prepared to sacrifice in the pursuit of a successful season. Having stuffed Arsenal, Inter Milan and Liverpool Redsox recently, they once more underachieved by securing a draw with Boremingham. Admittedly they were without their inspirational talisman Van der Vaart, who is injured, and had offside regular Jermain Defoe back and consequently returned to last season’s form. Although, in contrast to their usual ‘give the opposition a goal or two to start’ style, they actually took the lead before allowing Boremingham back into the game. I always wondered how they would fare once Defoe came back, as I don’t think that they can successfully play Van der Vaart, Crouch and Defoe in the same team (although they did briefly at Arsenal and it seemed to work). Boremingham were as defensively obdurate and unattacking as ever. Their main attacking threat, Zigic, was shite. Speaking of shite, Newcastle were thoroughly awful at West Brom. Hardly helped by their revolting sky blue away kit (at least Everton appear to have dumped their rancid pinky perky away kit), Newcastle were comfortably played off the park by Brom, with Tchoyi and Odemwinge taking them to the cleaners. Newcastle appear to miss the many talents of part-time criminal Jailbird Barton (currently suspended following his punch on Morton Gamst Pederson) more than previously thought. Having suggested last week that they might be comfortably safe, on this performance they’re not, which no doubt explains why manager Hughton has been given the heave-ho. West Brom, on the other hand, are putting in the kind of performances that scream mid-table survival, which for them is a massive improvement. On Monday (one of Sky’s Not-Quite-So-Super-But-We-Have-To-Televise-Them-Sometimes Mondays naturally), Liverpool Redsox somehow conspired to utterly muller Villa. These are two failing states of Prem football, both undergoing rebuild or bust seasons, both waiting for the UEFA financial fair play rules to kick in and lower (surely level – ed) the playing field, allowing them both to play catch up without going horrendously bust. Of the two, Villa seem to have the most untapped potential, with a group of talented youngsters to fall back on. But on this showing untapped is where it’s staying. Even with the pace of Albrighton and the return of Agbonlahor, Villa look toothless upfront and poor at the back. Liverpool look like they’ll have to buy another job lot of scandewegian offcuts to shore up their defence and I don’t think they trust Uncle Wroy’s judgement enough to let him loose with their chequebook. Still a mere 10 points off the top probably makes this a pretty good season so far for the Soxers.  For Wigan, Wolves and West Ham fans it wasn't going to be a pleasant journey through the promised land of the Prem Meanwhile, life on suicide watch gets harder and harder. No sooner is hope glimpsed than it is rudely taken away again. It’s almost as if the Prem is deliberately torturing those teams lingering like pre-dead zombies in the basement region, crudely chucking them rancid husks of flesh to just about keep their hearts beating. Certainly, if I were Wolves, I’d feel that being spanked by Real Blackburn (the same Real Blackburn who capitulated so completely to Man U last week) was the greatest of insults and the most cruel of morale sappers. Especially after Wolves had gone to all that trouble to beat Sunderland last week. But if you will play bad football and be unlucky, you’re going to get what you deserve. West Ham joined in the communal slapping of the Prem’s down and outs, losing gamely to Sunderland. Admittedly they were away and they had played (and won) a Carling Cup match against Man U a few days before, but that’s really no excuse. At some point they need to convert vaguely good attacking performances and the midfield threat of Parker and Specter into actual points or they’re stuffed. And that would scupper their plans to be given a shiney new stadium after the Olympics. Of the three walking dead, only Wigan can have retained any sense of hope after this weekend. They at least got a point at home to Stoke. However, you could argue that a point at home isn’t really enough and that both West Ham and Wolves were playing away. Still it’s points that win prizes and today Wigan have the same number of points as 17th place Fulham and are a win above both the Hammers and the Wolves. Rob Green Save Of The Day We may have to rename this, or simply replace it with the Pascal Chimbonda Backpass Disaster Prize as Everton’s Phil Neville stepped up to the plate with a backpass of such inspired lameness it practically invited Anelka to slot it a la Berbatov last week. That he chose instead to blatantly run into Tim Howard (no stranger to the Rob Green award btw) for the most bought of bought penalties is a reflection of just how traumatised Chelski are at present. Anyway, it was a class backpass, made all the more juicy because you could almost see it coming in a strange, real time slow motion as Neville first got the ball, thought about passing it forward, then lost his nerve totally, surrendering like a broken showpony and becoming, if only for an instant, the lowest bitch on Chelski’s roasting pole. It was like watching the blood draining out of a man whose confidence has been excised with a scythe. Unlike Chimmy, who has been told to sling his hook from Real Blackburn (which takes some doing baring in mind their performance against Man U), Neville is likely to continue to play for, if not captain, Everton if only because they don’t have two pennies to rub together to replace him. |
| Dec 04 |
Games: 8 Cars That Really Should Be In Gran TurismoCan’t Believe They Missed Out On These Given the Gran Turismo team have spent upwards of 5 years digitising cars in hideous detail and that they seem to have extended the remit of the game from the racetrack to all aspects of driving, it’s strange that they haven’t been a bit more ambitious in terms of the cars they’ve chosen. Here are some cars I’d like to see in any impending update. African Technical ‘War Wagon’
 Generic African Technical. Not sure how the suspension would deal with recoil at 100mph plus Recipe. Take one flat bed truck of some sort, favourite brand usually some kind of Isuzu, and add an unusually powerful anti-aircraft or anti-personnel ordnance. Garnish with a host of extraneous militiamen casually draped off the sides and drive at indiscreet speed all over the place. It seems to me that the GT boys have missed a trick in failing to include any vehicles with offensive capability. It would certainly add spice to those awkward dodgem-like starts where autonomous cars attempt to run you off the track. Imagine running around one of the banked oval tracks blowing holes in the opposition. German WW2 Half Track
 Easy commuting for the German soldier. Notice the lame attempt at camouflage. Or maybe they're Xmas decorations. Having spent many hours building Tamiya models, I am intimately familiar with the German half track or SD.KFZ.251/1. Given the team has already included the Kubelwagon typ 82 and Schwimmwagon typ 166, it seems obvious to extend the range of their WW2 offerings. Should add interest to the dirt and snow track racing. All in all it’s a bit like sprinkling Gran Turismo with a little bit of Call Of Duty‘s guns and ammo stardust. American DUKW
 Half Car, Half Boat. All I want for Christmas is the DUKW-la Prague Away Kit. Continuing the WW2 theme, I’ve always liked the amphibious DUKW, which is surely one of the most unlikely cars around, kind of like the Duck-billed Platypus. This would add a whole new dimension to the GT world, allowing a range of steeplechase-like races with additional water features. Watch out for the hidden underwater mines. Big, Big Monster Trucks
 If you're going to have trucks, make mine a monster Given the hell I had actually finding any kind of truck in the 1,000 plus used car lot, it seems obvious that what Gran Turismo is really missing is trucks, right proper monster trucks. The bigger and more monstrous they are, the better. Ideally we should have super armoured, grotesquely over-accessorised behemoths that we can run at one another in some kind of pit-like racing circuit. Forget laptimes and concentrate on ramming your truck into all the others like a bunch of demented Walruses on heat. And While We’re On The Subject
 If you're going to go down the idiot boy truck route... If we’re going to be all macho American idiot boy about the whole truck thing, then we might as well have the Pussy Wagon from Kill Bill. Imagine roaring around the online tracks armed only with this, most moronic of vehicles. Being Serious For A Moment
 Classic Grand Prix cars. Those were the days eh? I always loved the classic Grand Prix of the 1960′s, with the cars shaped like crude guided missiles with go-kart wheels. These were epitomised by the movie Grand Prix starring James Garner of Rockford Files fame. The Gran Turismo team should extend its remit to the classic racing cars of these days. Almost like the reverse of the success CoD had in updating their WW2 setting. Kind of like a Grand Prix regression kit. And Naturally There’s Bond
 No well-dressed Englishman should be without one Surely what GT5 is really missing is a whole pile of Bond related cars, some of the most recognisable on the planet. Take the Aston Martin from Goldfinger, with all the trimmings naturally. The oil-squirting defensive weapons would cause chaos behind you, while the ramming units mounted in the bumpers would add a certain je ne sais quoi to the AI’s bumpercar mentality. And Bond
 Dirt racing would never be the same again. Or how about the moon buggy from Diamonds Are Forever? That would be class. Obviously it has a top speed of about 5mph, which isn’t that great, but the funky arms would be useful for taking out any of the opposition. |
| Nov 29 |
What We Learned From Prem Week 15Baby, Baby, Baby, Where Did Our Defence Go?  Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a defender For the first time in the history of the Prem everyone’s defence went missing, with a record number of goals scored and not one single team in the top flight able to keep a clean sheet. Not one. And rather than being a sign of a growing attack minded tactical development in the league, or even an increase in genuine attacking quality as Match of the Day would have it, it’s yet another example of the continuing decline in quality of football in the Prem. Personally, I can’t think of a single Prem defender who can be realistically called world class, certainly none who are of the stature achieved by, say, Fabio Cannavaro during the 2006 World Cup or Barcelona’s Carlos Puyol during the last World Cup. The only one who even comes close is Chelski’s Ashley Cole and even he isn’t having the best of seasons. If you look at the defensive records of the various Prem teams, none are particularly good. Admittedly there are few surprises, the four best defences belong to, guess who, the top four teams, while the worst three are West Ham, Wolves and, a little surprisingly, Blackpool, which doesn’t bode well for the Seasiders. But, let’s face it, none of the big four have a defence that has even the shallowest sheen of defensive impregnability as this Goals Conceded extract from the table tells us.
You sense that the Prem is really missing the likes of Viera, Keane (Roy not Robbie), Makelélé and Carvalho, who’ve left or retired (or in the case of Viera, effectively retired while still picking up Prem style wages – a good trick if you can manage it). Meanwhile, it’s clear that former defensive giants Rio, Vidic, Titface, Carragher, Touré and Sol Campbell are past their best to varying degrees, increasingly lacking pace and bedevilled by long-term injuries. And who are we replacing them with? Ivanovic and Alex at Chelsea? Evans and Smalling at Man U? The perma-injured Vermaelen and Koscielney at Arsenal? Kompany and Kolo Touré at Man City? None of these screams defensive invulnerability to me. Those championing defenders from teams like Bolton, Everton and Boremingham would do well to look at their overall defensive record before bigging them up too much. It’s not clear what the solution to this is. Man City aside, few clubs want to spend big on a defender and it’s far from clear that the clubs are capable of training youngsters to be anything other than hoofing clumpers, barely capable of holding their own in the Prem, and utterly unsuited to the European game. Crikey That World Cup Hangover Is Still With Me It’s no wonder that clubs hate the international game with a vengeance. And not simply because it hijacks their best players and delivers them back tired, crocked or otherwise damaged (so much for building your side around a particular player), but because of the lingering, long-term effects of tournaments like the World Cup. If you look at the effect of winning it on, say, Torres, Fabregas, Reina and Barcelona it’s clear that there is a considerable World Cup hangover, a combination of having achieved your overwhelming footballing ambition and the kind of deep seated tiredness (both physical and mental) that comes with having played competitive top flight football almost continuously for the best part of four years, Spain having played through Euro 2008, the Confederations Cup and World Cup 2010. Is it any wonder that the likes of Torres, Fabregas, Van Persil, Greedy Stevie, The Drog, Titface, Lumpy, Rio and Chav Wanker are clearly still struggling with form and susceptible to injuries? Or that World Cup absentees who had the summer off like Nasri or were merely bit part players like Van De Vaart, two of the few real highlights of this Prem season, have come into their own? So All The Games Were Garbage Then? Weeeeeeelll. No. Not in so many words. Man City‘s thoroughly tedious, if predictable, draw at Stoke aside, most of the games were thoroughly enjoyable in a desperate unsophisticated kick and rush Prem style. And even this match had two moments of real class. Micah Richards, who has beefed up to almost Balotelli proportions, displayed an unusually deft piece of footwork, turning his marker on the edge of the area, to score Man City’s, while a sweet backheel from Tuncay played Etherington in for Stoke’s equaliser. One benefit of flat, unmoving defences is that quick flicks will stun them much more effectively than long hoof-n-hopers, but two good moments in 90 minutes is hardly a ringing endorsement of Prem quality. Fat Sam once again enhanced his self-inflated Engerland credentials by taking his Real Blackburn to Man U and rolling over in even more spectacular fashion than they did at Liverpool the other week. And they didn’t even have the excuse of missing their ‘big man’ Samba. However, it’s well known that Fat Sam always rolls over for Ferguson, so it was no surprise. And Man U did their best to take advantage, spanking Real at every opportunity, Berbatov getting five, two of which were the sort of lucky tap ins that most days would be easily saved or blocked. Nani looks to be increasingly like a gamechanging player. Chav Wanker looks to be retreating into that Paul Scholes role in midfield, which wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing for him. Arsenal did their best to put aside a pretty frightful week (losing to both Tottingham in the prem and Braga in the Big Cup) by putting the boot into Aston Villa. It was, in many ways, a typical Arsenal performance, they totally dominated the first half but only managed to score twice, then conspired to almost kneecap themselves by letting Villa get back into the game. Still they showed great resolve to grab the initiative and make it 1-3 almost immediately after Villa scored and it was nice to see Wilshere get his first Prem goal for the club. And while it was clear they are defending from the front, with both Song and Wilshere covering in midfield, the defence still looks very shakey. Still, two points behind the leaders, level with Chelski, with the fourth best defence in the Prem and seven points ahead of supposed super team Tottingham, that’s a crisis that most teams would be happy to have. Villa, meanwhile, who have a more serious crisis, have to decide whether they’re going to genuinely trust in the youngsters, which would be exciting and, probably, effective over time, but won’t get you short term results. Chelski conspired to shoot themselves in the foot, what with Alex and Cech conspiring to conjure a Newcastle goal out of a simple backpass, losing the top spot in the Prem for the first time this season. Their tame draw at Newcastle exposed a side that seems to have completely lost its way. The previously formidable force of Malouda, Anelka and The Drog seems to be as threadbare as an overwalked carpet. It’s clear that without Essien in midfield Chelski are far less effective. Newcastle look certain to maintain their position in the Prem, which is what they were aiming for at the start of the season. Apparent champions of North London (even if they’re still seven points behind Arsenal), Tottingham reaffirmed their new-found Big Four arrivista credentials by comfortably beating the dead dog (and former Big Four member) that is Liverpool Redsox. Spurs at White Hart Lane seem to be riding a wave of euphoria and adrenalin, and while they keep conceding the lead you get the sense that they just don’t want to lose, hence Lennon’s injury time winner. And while Torres was far better, some of his flicks and dinks were right lovely, he can’t make up for the many, many inadequacies of this Liverpool team. Having had to eat our words regarding the former strike drought known as Elmander, we’ve going to have to take back our description of Bolton as ‘ a rancid sick sack of tedium and defensive hoofery’. Playing an ebullient Blackpool, who are always great value for money, it was as if the tables had been turned. If you’d said one of these teams would score two from set pieces and one would score two great goals, no one would have guessed that it would be the Seasiders who got a couple from corners and plucky Bolton who scored two fantastic goals. The second, especially, a combination of four great passes in the penalty area was a thing of rare beauty. Everton continued their slide into mediocrity by meekly lying down to West Brom. It’s symptomatic of the stress around the club that Arteta was sent off for stamping and Cahill was caught raking his studs down the calf of one of his opponents.West Brom showed the form that did for Arsenal. It’s just a shame they can only managed it on a ‘once a month’ basis. Fulham again managed to scrape a draw out of a potential defeat at home to Boremingham. Like Everton they lack any kind of a strikeforce capable of unlocking even these poor quality defences. Boremingham play away looking for draws, but it was nice to see Hleb dribbling about again. Down at the dustbin of relegation, West Ham apparently ‘saved’ their season by narrowly stuffing a terrifyingly bad Wigan side shorn of its strikeforce through suspension. Scott Parker aside, it’s hard to see where the quality is going to come from for the ‘Appy ‘Ammers. Just as Tottingham seem to have inherited much of the FA Cup winning Portsmouth side, so West Ham seem to have been landed with the detritus of the ‘relegated last year’ Portsmouth side, who appeared promising but still went down. There’s no evidence that any of them have improved over the past 12 months and it may be that any promise from Piquionne et al will garner the same results. Even tardy tackling Wolves were up on the scoresheet against Sunderland, who are fast losing the shine from their win over Chelski a while ago. And they even won. And they were without captain and inadequate tackler Henry. Coincidence? I don’t think so. However, like West Ham they still find themselves 3 points adrift from safety. And like West Ham, Everton, Wigan, Fulham and Aston Villa (coincidentally the teams immediately around them) it’s unclear where their goals are going to come from. And with no attack and useless defences, where does that leave the Prem? Rob Green Save Of The Week I keep almost fogetting this bit, what with keepers preferring to actually, well, keep properly. Again there was no one goalkeeping howler that really slapped you around the face. Instead we have the genius that is Real Blackburn’s Pascal Chimbonda with a backpass so weak and feeble that it made Alex’s mistake look like the epitome of great defending. As the ball meekly made its way to the edge of the box Berbatov was able to not only pounce on it, but spend a moment looking somewhat bemused in that kind of ‘I am still onside aren’t I?’ way before realising that, obviously, he was onside and calmly slotting it past Robinson for his second and Man U’s 3rd. |
| Nov 22 |
What We Learned From Prem Week 14Never Mind The Quality, Feel The Width It was a bad week for the big teams in London, in fact a bad week for all the teams in London unless you’re Tottingham, who out-thought, outfought and generally outdid an Arsenal side who seem to have thought that the game had finished after 45 minutes. It was a great week for Man U, who not only managed to hold on to a win against a reduced-to-9-men Wigan, rising to joint top of the table in the process, but saw the dubious return of Chav Wanker. Indeed, with Man City finally scoring goals again it was an excellent week for both sides of Manchester. But the overall impression is that this season manages to intertwine two narrative strands. The first is that for a variety of reasons, the impending UEFA Financial Fair Play rules, the UK tax laws and the introduction of the 25 man Premiership squad among them, the quality of players in the Prem has diminished. Few genuinely world class players have arrived (and remember Real Madrid were desperate to offload Van der Vaart), while the few we had have been diminished. The second, possibly the result of the first, is that the quality of football of the best sides has declined. And with some of the trailing pack, Tottingham, Bolton, Man City among them, improving, the league has become more competitive, if only on a lower, more mediocre level. The result means that no team is running away with the title. Yet despite ‘Appy ‘Arry saying that the Prem is more open than ever, the top 4 will undoubtedly come from the top six teams (or being really honest five of the top six as Bolton won’t make it beyond the Europa League places). The bottom two look set in stone. And the midtable stodge is greater than ever. Witness the lack of enthusiasm for Monday’s Sunderland Everton tie. Witness the lack of Prem players in the Ballon d’Or shortlist, which also contains no English players at all. As further evidence of the decline in Prem standards consider the chances for English teams in the Big Cup. With Chelski out of form, Man U playing well below their previous high standards, Arsenal being defensively incompetent and Tottingham an unknown quantity, does anyone really expect an all-English final, or even two teams in the semis unless they get the luck of the draw? Holy Moley, Is There Any Good News (Or Should I Just Kill Myself Now)? I guess the third narrative strand is that we’re beginning to see an emergence of new, young talent, and I don’t mean the long-awaited promised land of a successful Arsenal side. It’s almost as if we’re witnessing the end of a sclerotic period of overblown excess as high priced, old has-beens are shuffled off into the sunset in favour of cheaper, younger, possibly less proven youngsters taking their places. Aston Villa under Houllier are blowing away the logjam imposed by Martin O’Neil, Chelski are regularly fielding two or three young players on their bench if not their first team, while Arsenal have seen Wilshere break his way into the team. Games, Games, Games If there’s one thing we’ve really learnt this week, it’s that Arsenal aren’t likely to win anything soon, but this is nothing really new. Their capitulation to a buoyant Tottingham side tells us what we’ve all known for years, they are mentally weak, lack leadership on the field and have no idea how to defend. Going forward they are immaculate. Certainly their forward play in the first half was beautiful, their goals splendid, but once again they showed a defensive naivety exhibited only by the likes of Wolves and West Ham. It’s unclear what the problem is, but Wenger clearly has some kind of a mental block where defending, or defensive coaching is concerned. I can’t think of a genuinely world class central defender playing for Arsenal since the Adams Winterburn partnership Wenger inherited when he arrived. Oh alright, possibly Sol Campbell. But since then, nada. And Vermaelen doesn’t count because he’s now as crocked as Van Persil. This weekend Tottingham’s midweek Big Cup opponents Werder Bremen were caned 4-0 by the aptly named, if 15th in the table, Shalke 04. Their similarity to Arsenal, the presence of useless defender Mickael Silvestre, who was way past his best well before he left Man U to become another stopgap Arsenal defender. The list of mediocre Arsenal central defenders under Wenger is a sad and sorry tale, typified by what regulars call The Senderos Years, and the purchase over the summer of low graders like Squillachi (at 30 obviously yet another stopgap signing) and Koscielny (who clearly is having trouble adapting to the Prem). It’s clear that Wenger needs to do what so many have called for for years, buy one or two genuinely experienced, on-field leaders to bring his team forward. Tottingham, by contrast, are flying. Albeit with fewer points than Arsenal and a defence that is every bit as pourous and inept as Arsenal’s. Their recent matches against Inter, Bolton and Blackburn have been rip-roaring occasions, if only because Spurs regularly give their opponents a couple of goals for starters. When asked what lessons he had learnt after their 4-3 pasting/Bale inspired fightback at the San Siro, you sensed that Redknapp’s only answer should have been, “don’t give Inter a 4 goal lead”. Will they win the league this season? No chance, not least because if they make it into the latter stages of the Big Cup they will hit the wall hard. Will they remain in the top 4? It’s between them, Man City and Arsenal for the last two places. Meanwhile, Chelski continue to implode. How much of a twat does Essien feel for that inane two footed leap at Clint Dempsey in the 93rd minute which got him a straight red and a 3 match ban? Because without him, Titface, and Lumpy, Chelski’s spine is looking very dubious. Certainly new boy Ramires and Mikel aren’t a solid midfield spine. And it’s clear that a below par Drog playing against a notoriously solid defence is not the attacking threat he might be. Boremingham have built on their umpteen low grade, low score draws and have a reliable strong defence and a stunning ability to spot goalkeeping talent – last year they got Joe Hart on loan, this year they have Ben Foster. And as Arsenal have found to their cost, a good keeper will save you points in the key, big games, while a bad one will just concede goals. Man U kept on keeping on. Playing badly and winning. And they were aided by some chaotic playing by Wigan, who did themselves no favours by having two players sent off for inept, catastrophically poor fouls. Not even the appearance of the newly bemoneyed Chav Wanker could lift this match above mediocre. Surprise package Bolton managed to do what neither Man U not Arsenal could, played well and won. Winning being a euphemism for ‘giving Newcastle a right good stuffing’. Lovely to see Kevin Nolan give away the first penalty. And once again Elmander played a blinder and scored twice. Man City also appeared to have unblocked themselves and suffered a discharge of goals. And in a beautiful moment of hubris it was former manager Mark Hughes and his Fulham team who were on the receiving end. They still look like a work in progress, but they will be in contention for the Europa Little Cup and the top four. Blackpool continue to surprise and astonish. A beneficiary of the downgrading of Prem quality, they have phenomenal team spirit and odd moments of genius. Their first goal against a shambolic Wolves reinforced Blackpool’s notions of style over hoofery and Wolves’ disturbing habit of conceding in the first 10 minutes. Blackpool might not win anything, but they’re more likely to stay up than Wolves are and they’re way, way better to watch. Liverpool continue to surprise and astonish. Sure they gave a shambolic West Ham a right good spanking, but there’s nothing there. Most interestingly, they won easily without Greedy Stevie. Is he going to just walk back into the side in a month’s time if they continue to win? Down in the stodge of mid-table mediocrity, up and comers Stoke continued their nice progress by beating a fast-falling West Brom side. Still the latter needn’t worry. There are at least three teams starting with W who are worse than they are in the Prem. Even Real Blackburn managed a win, albeit against a youthful, experimental Villa side. And either Everton or Sunderland could get a really big 3 points this evening. But more likely the dour defence of the former will overcome the Chelsea win enthused attack of the latter. Expect Darren Dullboy Bent to replace Asamoah Gyan with his usual toothless charm. Rob Green Save Of The Day No question of the winner this week. After all, with Engerland keepers Ben Foster and, incredibly, Rob Green having good days, there was only one place to go. Once again the Entire Arsenal Defence wins for their complete inability to defend a simple ‘hoof it to the big man’ gambit from Spurs. The sight of the entire defensive line coagulating around Defoe as the ball sped on its merry way to an unmarked Bale was as emotionally devastating as it was funny. This lot could lose a one person fight with themselves. In the dark. With one hand tied behind their backs. |
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