I used to hate Birmingham City when the club was owned by the seedy David Sullivan.
But their Carling Cup Final victory over Arsenal had me cheering.
Birmingham centre-back Roger Johnson, one of
Sunday’s bruised and battered Carling Cup heroes, is an example of what I mean.
That’s
because Alex McLeish’s glory boys proved at Wembley that British footballers can
compete with the best in the business. And also that Premier League clubs do
NOT need to spend a fortune on continental imports rather than buy the finest
young talent from England ’s
lower divisions.
Anyway, as a lifelong footy fan I
thought Birmingham fully deserved their win, even if I
could have scored Obafemi Martins’ winning goal myself. I said could have, not
would have!
To me it
was a special occasion as the British bulldog spirit conquered supposedly one
of the best club teams in the world. The experts predicted an easy win for
Arsenal – and instead saw them sunk by a Churchillian effort from the boys from
the Midlands .
The Wembley
war was won by the true grit of a Birmingham
team whose starting line-up included EIGHT players from the UK and Ireland . And that is rare indeed
for a Premier League team, the majority of which are packed with megabucks
signings from overseas.
Please don’t
label me a racist, because that is the last thing I am. But while I love the way Arsenal play - indeed I think they are the best side in the Premier League - they are
not an English team. They are a World XI that just happen to be based in London .
Sometimes Arsene
Wenger’s team take the field without a single Brit but on Sunday the
Frenchman’s World XI did at least have Jack Wilshere in the line-up. (OK, I
accept that if Theo Walcott had not been injured, there may have been two
Englishmen in the side).
I believe England ’s flop in last year’s World
Cup was largely due to the fact so few homegrown players feature in the top
club sides. And I am convinced things would improve if Premier League bosses stopped buying abroad and
started investing in the Championship – the second tier of the English game – which
is packed with talented youngsters.
Not because
he was my hero before my beloved Cardiff
City sold him for
£5million a couple of years ago - and not because of the 6ft 3in defender’s
special courage in the face of giant odds at Wembley. Unable to train all week,
he hobbled defiantly through the last half-hour after taking a knock that would
have seen many lesser players carried off.
The fact is
that Johnson turned in consistently brilliant performances for Cardiff
week after week – yet until Birmingham
came in for him, he might as well have been playing on the moon.
Not that we
Bluebirds fans were complaining at the lack of interest, of course. While the
big boys were looking abroad to strengthen their defences, Roger was lifting us
towards the Premier League.
Now, after less
than two seasons strutting his stuff at St Andrews, he is probably rated at
£20m and being touted as a future England centre-back.
What I want
to know is why was Johnson not poached by any of the Premier League giants much
earlier when he was turning in consistently brilliant performances week after
week for Cardiff ?
Ironically,
a few months before Roger’s move to Birmingham ,
Wenger had forked out £5m himself for Cardiff
teenager Aaron Ramsey. Yet the names of the players that have since moved in at
the Emirates continue to be as unspellable as ever.
At least Arsenal’s
sorry losers still have something to celebrate after their Carling Cup misery.
European Union law is apparently standing in the way of the desire by FIFA
President Sepp Blatter and his UEFA counterpart Michel Platini to impose limits
on the number of foreign players in a team.
Perhaps the
solution would be a friendly agreement between the Football Association and
Premier League clubs to field no more than five or maybe six overseas players
in the team at any given time.
But I’m a
woman. What do I know about football?