Soccer Men

by Simon Kuper

  Table of Contents

  ALSO BY

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Introduction

  A NOTE ON THE TEXT

  PART I: - The Players

  Bert Trautmann and Helmut Klopfleisch - September 1997

  Johan Cruijff - January 1999

  Bruce Grobbelaar - March 1999

  Edgar Davids - March 1999

  Rivaldo - December 1999

  Ruud Gullit - February 2000

  Lothar Matthäus, the Tabloid Reader - June 2000

  Jari Litmanen - October 2000

  Juan Sebastián Verón - July 2001

  Ruud van Nistelrooy - August 2001

  Michael Ballack - April 2002

  Rio Ferdinand - June 2002

  Roberto Carlos - December 2002

  Zinedine Zidane - April 2003

  Dennis Bergkamp - May 2003

  Clarence Seedorf - May 2003

  Freddy Adu - November 2003

  Johnny Rep and Bernd Hölzenbein - June 2004

  Michael Essien - August 2005

  Fabio Cannavaro - July 2006

  Dirk Kuyt - September 2006

  Romario - March 2007

  Gennaro Gattuso - April 2007

  Zlatan Ibrahimovic - April 2007

  Paolo Maldini - May 2007

  Fernando Torres - August 2007

  Florent Malouda - August 2007

  Michael Owen - September 2007

  Kaká - February 2008

  Cesc Fabregas - February 2008

  Nicolas Anelka - March 2008

  Didier Drogba - May 2008

  Franck Ribéry - July 2008

  Michael Ballack, Ronaldo, Andriy Shevchenko, and Francesco Totti - September 2008

  Xavi - April 2009

  Johan Cruijff - May 2009

  Andrés Iniesta - May 2009

  Eric Cantona - August 2009

  Thierry Henry - December 2009

  Lionel Messi - May 2010

  David Beckham - October 2010

  Wayne Rooney - October 2010

  Frank Lampard - October 2010

  The Autobiographies of Jamie Carragher, Ashley Cole, Steven Gerrard, Frank ...

  STAGE 1: BOYHOOD

  STAGE 2: YOUNG PROFESSIONAL

  STAGE 3: BREAK WITH BOYHOOD CLUB

  STAGE 4: STARDOM

  STAGE 5: ELIMINATION WITH ENGLAND

  Edwin van der Sar - March 2011

  PART II: - Managers and General Managers

  Glenn Hoddle and Tony Blair - June 1998

  Daniel Passarella - December 2001

  Arsène Wenger - May 2003

  Guus Hiddink - March 2006

  Sven-Göran Eriksson - May 2006

  José Mourinho - January 2007

  Glenn Hoddle - April 2008

  Diego Maradona - September 2008

  Josep Guardiola - March 2009

  José Mourinho - April 2010

  Arsène Wenger - April 2010

  José Mourinho and Louis van Gaal - May 2010

  Fabio Capello - June 2010

  Diego Maradona - June 2010

  Malcolm Allison - October 2010

  Jorge Valdano - January 2011

  Billy Beane - April 2011

  PART III - Some Other Soccer Men

  Anthony Minghella - April 1998

  Jacques Herzog - May 2005

  Franz Beckenbauer - January 2006

  Mike Forde - November 2009

  Ignacio Palacios-Huerta - June 2010

  INDEX

  Copyright Page

  ALSO BY

  SIMON KUPER

  Soccer Against the Enemy

  Ajax, The Dutch, The War

  Soccernomics (with Stefan Szymanski)

  To my father, who suggested the

  idea for this book, as he did for so many other

  projects; to Pamela, for tolerating me while

  I wrote it; and to Leila, Leo, and Joey,

  who I hope will read it one day.

  INTRODUCTION:

  ORDINARY MEN AND CRAFTSMEN

  In his book The Football Man, published in 1968, Arthur Hopcraft marvels at the fame of soccer players—at least in countries other than the United States. Say the word Georgie in Manchester, Hopcraft writes, “or in close proximity to some kind of [soccer] activity in any other British town,” and everyone will know at once that you are talking about Best. If you say Matt, they think Busby. Denis evokes Law, Nobby means Stiles, and so on. Hopcraft explains this “not by the fanaticism . . . but by the deep and lasting impact made by men of extraordinary personality in the context of sport.”

  Hopcraft began covering soccer at the age of sixteen. English talk show host Michael Parkinson, an early colleague at a local paper in the tough miner’s town of Barnsley, remembers him as “the first reporter I had encountered who wore a bow tie, which took courage in Barnsley in the 1950s.”

  Later Hopcraft became a well-known writer for television; in 1979 he wrote a famous adaptation of John Le Carré’s Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy. But before abandoning soccer he packaged much of his best work in The Football Man, and it’s that book that made me decide to write this one.

  In his book, Hopcraft anatomizes English soccer of the time in a series of profiles: “The Player,” “The Manager,” “The Director,” “The Referee,” “The Fan” (mostly about hooligans), and so on. Hopcraft meets and describes George Best, Alf Ramsey, a young Ken Bates (then chairman of Oldham), and many others. He takes them seriously, not as demigods but as ordinary men and craftsmen. His overly polished prose is now a bit dated, and we no longer need his assurances that soccer is important enough to write about (quite the opposite: We now often need to be told that it isn’t). Still, The Football Man is a wonderful book, and prescient in places. Hopcraft tells us that contrary to what many people in 1968 thought, a European Super League would never happen, but he adds, “A more likely suggestion is that a domestic Premier League may hive off from the English Football League to confine top-quality soccer to perhaps a dozen of the country’s major areas of population. This is a perfectly rational idea, and one which is known to find favour among a number of men in influential positions in soccer.”

  I would never dare compare myself to Hopcraft, and I don’t wear bow ties, but men of extraordinary personality still make an extraordinary impact in the context of sport, and in Soccer Men I give my take on the soccer men of our day. I have done my best to understand what they are like, not as demigods but as ordinary men and craftsmen.

  Like Hopcraft, I began writing about soccer at the age of sixteen: a profile of Dutch player Ruud Gullit, published in World Soccer magazine in October 1986, for which I think I was paid about $40, which was a lot of money to me then. (I’ll come clean straight away and say that a lot of the profiles in this book are of Dutchmen. Just be thankful I didn’t grow up in San Marino.) I’ve been profiling players, and managers, and directors, and sometimes even fans ever since. I joined the Financial Times newspaper in 1994, and am there again today, but in between I’ve had stints at the Observer (one of Hopcraft’s old papers) and the Times (London). I have also written for innumerable magazines and papers from Japan (good pay) to Argentina (not so good).

  I have never thought that most soccer players have anything special to say. I know a colleague who believes that only by speaking to a real live player can you access truths about the game. This man is forever texting players, and saying things like, “If you speak to Franz Beckenbauer, he’ll tell you that . . .”

  I reject that idea. I do believe that you can access truths about the game by speaking to Arsène Wenger, if he feels like telling you. I don’t believe you can access them by speaking to Wayne Rooney.

  In fact, now that I have reached middle age, I’ve increas
ingly given up chasing interviews with players. It isn’t worth the humiliation. Sometimes a magazine will call and ask, “Can you get an interview with X?” I always say that you can: if you want to spend weeks sending faxes that somehow never arrive, phoning impatient agents on their cell phones, hanging around training grounds, and trading favors with boot sponsors. In the end you’ll get an interview with X. He’ll probably turn up hours late, say, “I hope we’ll win on Saturday,” and then drive off again.

  Another colleague of mine describes acting as an interpreter for a star who had just joined Real Madrid. As the two of them sat in the car heading for the press conference where the star was to be presented, my colleague asked him what message he wanted to convey to the waiting media. The star looked surprised at the thought. “The aim,” he explained, “is to say nothing.”

  Soccer players almost never say, “No comment.” As the English playmaker Paul Gascoigne once pointed out, if you do that, the newspaper will report that the player said, “No comment,” which makes him look suspicious. Instead, the player says sweet nothings.

  I live in Paris, and the other month I caught Franck Ribéry being interviewed on French television. It was impressive to see how fluently the phrases rolled out: “We played well.... Another big game coming.... Let’s hope we can win. . . . Only the team performance matters.” In its way, it was a perfect performance. This kind of drivel often satisfies interviewers, too. Many newspapers and television stations barely worry about the content. What they are trying to show is access to players—or the appearance of access. That by itself is enough to sell. I think I sold my interview with Kaká to publications in eight countries.

  Of course, sometimes you catch a player on a good day, often after he has retired, and then the interview is a pleasure. I felt that in some of the profiles in this book: going around Cape Town with Bruce Grobbelaar, around Rotterdam with Johnny Rep and Bernd Hölzenbein, or sitting in the Polo Bar in Ascot, England, with Glenn Hoddle. Soccer players tend not to respond well to abstract questions about emotions (“How did you feel when? . . .”), but if you ask about specific moments or places or people, they sometimes get going. Even interviewing active players can be worthwhile. These people are roaring with energy, almost never have low blood sugar or a hangover, and are fascinated by what they do. Nicolas Anelka and Rivaldo were not pleased to see me, but they did say interesting things.

  Then there is the intangible sense of a person that you can get only from actually meeting him: his aura, if you like. Once in the Nou Camp stadium someone introduced me to a bandanna-wearing Ronaldinho. While we exchanged pleasantries, I had nearly a minute to take him in from point-blank range. As he stood there, his legs were constantly in motion. He was bouncing, almost dancing on the spot. He also couldn’t stop looking around. This may just have been desperation to escape a British geek, but I risked an instant psychiatric diagnosis: attention deficit disorder.

  After interviewing great players, we journalists often compare notes. We rarely ask each other what the guy said, because we know it was probably boring. Players today are such corporate men—more of which later—that they usually say exactly what you know they are going to say. Instead, the first question from journalist to journalist is usually, “What was he like?”

  After I interviewed Kaká (who said little of interest), I duly reported back to colleagues that he’d been an extremely pleasant, polite bloke. A while later, a German friend of mine interviewed Lionel Messi in Barcelona. “What was he like?” I asked. Well, my friend admitted, Messi had said nothing of interest. But otherwise he had done everything he could to make his guest happy. “What a sweet little man!” my friend marveled.

  We ask, “What was he like?” in part because we are looking for the secret of the man’s success. We want to believe that great players become great in part because of the men they are. They cannot just be good at kicking a ball. We assume their characters must also be conducive to great achievement. Surely, there are personality traits that unite the firecracker Maradona with the brooding Zidane and the homeboy Messi. In other words: Are superstars exceptional people?

  I hope this book adds up to something like a group portrait of the profession. Let’s start with the players’ life paths. Malcolm Gladwell, in his book Outliers: The Story of Success, popularized the “10,000-hour rule.” This is a notion from psychology, which says that to achieve expertise in any field, you need at least 10,000 hours of practice. Gladwell quotes neurologist Daniel Levitin: “In study after study, of composers, basketball players, fiction writers, ice-skaters, concert pianists, chess players, master criminals, this number comes up again and again.... No one has yet found a case in which true world-class expertise was accomplished in less time.”

  One constant of players’ autobiographies is therefore a childhood spent kicking a ball around and, in a cliché of the genre, sometimes sleeping with one. There’s one thing all the great players, from Maradona to Messi, have in common: They hit the 10,000-hour mark, at least.

  Hitting that mark has consequences for character. Few of the game’s superstars have broad life experience outside soccer. From their early teens, when they typically start the move into top-class soccer, they are actively discouraged from developing interests outside the game. One friend of mine, who had a modestly successful playing career, says it’s not that players are stupid. Rather, they’re blinkered.

  That characteristic has probably worsened over time, as the sport has become ever more professional. In various ways, the superstar has changed over recent decades. In particular, two superstar types have all but died out: the leader and the rock star.

  From the 1960s, when media attention for players began to grow (see The Football Man), until the 1990s, when television money began to flood the game, the profession that soccer resembled most closely was rock music. Like rock stars, players were pursued by fans and groupies. Like rock stars, they tended to peak in their twenties. Like rock stars, they could say and do and drink and take drugs almost as they liked. Strange to tell, few clubs before the 1990s demanded that players looked after themselves. And so you got rock-star players like George Best and Maradona, and even rock-star managers like Malcolm Allison.

  These men lived hard. Not only did the clubs allow it, but players had little to lose by ruining their bodies. After all, few made much money from soccer. Best was “young, popular and rich by lower-middle-class standards,” notes Hopcraft in his profile. “It is only because the pay and conditions of leading [players] were so recently those of moderately skilled factory helots that Best and his contemporaries look so excessively and immodestly affluent.” Soccer had given these players a brief window in which they could live like rock stars, and so they did.

  The other type of superstar common from the late 1960s until the 1980s was the leader. Maradona was one (being a rock star didn’t get in the way), but the ultimate leader-superstars were Johan Cruijff and Franz Beckenbauer. Both men were born just after the Second World War, as part of western Europe’s baby boom. By the late 1960s, in a world growing in prosperity and shedding deference, the boomers were seizing power for themselves. They demonstrated against Vietnam and led the street revolutions of 1968. On the soccer field, too, they made a power grab.

  Cruijff and Beckenbauer didn’t only take responsibility for their own performances, but did so for everybody else’s as well. They were coaches on the pitch, forever pointing and telling teammates where to move. They helped the nominal coaches make the lineups. They didn’t do deference. They demanded a greater share of the game’s profits. Cruijff shocked his club, Ajax Amsterdam, by bringing his father-in-law in with him to conduct his pay talks.

  Yet when soccer changed in the 1990s, both leaders and rock stars were doomed. With all the new money coming in, clubs became better organized. They regained control over their players. Often the manager—typified by Alex Ferguson at Manchester United—became a sort of dictator over his team. Clubs also began to focus more on the physica
l and demanded that their players abandon rock-star lifestyles. Even Ronaldinho had to leave Barcelona when the club grew fed up with his partying every night, particularly after he began to take along the teenage Messi. In soccer, the rock star was ousted by the corporate man. Liverpool’s defender Jamie Carragher, in his autobiography Carra, describes the “robotic, characterless ideal modern coaches want.”

  Soccer players today are almost all followers rather than leaders. Joan Oliver, when he was Barça’s chief executive, insisted to me that Messi was a leader. But it turned out that by leader, Oliver meant something very different from a Cruijff or a Beckenbauer. Messi, Oliver explained, was a “twenty-first-century leader”: someone who didn’t speak much but led by example. That’s not what Cruijff would have called a leader.

  So today’s superstar—Lampard, Kaká, Messi—is a slightly monomaniacal corporate man and yes-man. (In my profile of Florent Malouda, I describe his battle to turn himself into just that person.) Sure, they want to win. Like all good corporate executives, they take their jobs seriously. And they’re paid a lot to win. They practice hard. A few are driven fanatics—Edgar Davids, profiled here, for example. But anecdotal evidence doesn’t suggest that all superstars are like that. Boudewijn Zenden, who played alongside Davids on the great Dutch team of 1998, told me that it simply wasn’t true that everyone on the team was a driven fanatic. The one thing they all had in common, Zenden said, was that they were very good at soccer. Davids was known inside the game as a driven fanatic. Other superstars, by contrast, give every appearance of being relaxed. Wayne Rooney emphasizes in his autobiography how “laid back” he is. Steven Gerrard (himself a “twenty-first-century” leader by example only) confirms, “What I love about Rooney is, however big the occasion, he’s relaxed.... No warm-up, no tension, let’s get cracking, lads. No worries.” If you have the gifts of a Rooney, you probably don’t need the personality of a Davids.

  The myth of the superstar as driven fanatic is one that sports fans like. It suggests an explanation for how these legends got where they are: a route we could all follow to succeed in life, no matter how much or little talent we have. This was the myth behind those ubiquitous advertising posters featuring Tiger Woods: “We know what it takes to be a Tiger.” The idea was that Tiger lived every second of his life in devotion to golf and had gotten where he was thanks to fanatical drive. Then it turned out that Tiger spent much of his time picking up girls in bars. In other words, he is a slightly monomaniacal corporate man who got where he is through a natural gift, good coaching, and hitting the 10,000-hour mark (or in his case, given that he started when barely out of the crib, more like the 20,000-hour mark). He works very hard and relaxes the rest of the time, like millions of successful people in all fields. Other than being a brilliant athlete, Tiger has no special characteristics.