Are tactics ruining Rooney's dreams?
The last thing Wayne Rooney needs right now is more advice. But as his 25th birthday nears, he must sense that, as a man and a footballer, his life is approaching a tipping point. One serious misstep and the genius once billed as the white Pele could become another English footballer who promised greatness but never quite achieved it.
Watching his games at Euro 2004 Ã¢ÂÂ and that hat-trick on his debut for Manchester United against Fenerbahce just over six years ago Ã¢ÂÂ I was reminded of Franz BeckenbauerÃ¢ÂÂs famous analysis of Gazza at Italia 90: Ã¢ÂÂA true footballer from the streets, defiant, crafty and intrepid like the leader of a boyÃ¢ÂÂs gang. Behind his angular forehead, he would cook up ideas you just didnÃ¢ÂÂt expect.Ã¢ÂÂ
And this summer, even when the Kaiser was at his most contemptuous of EnglandÃ¢ÂÂs kick and rush football, the Manchester United and England striker was exempt from BeckenbauerÃ¢ÂÂs general scorn. The World Cup winner as player and coach noted: Ã¢ÂÂIf Rooney can catch a little on fire, England will be a threat to anyone.Ã¢ÂÂ
But the World Cup didnÃ¢ÂÂt spark Rooney in the slightest. And in the months since, the star has dominated the tabloid front pages in a manner unseen since the absurdity of Gazzamania, prompting a thousand columnists to ask: what is wrong with Wayne Rooney?
Celebrity, peace and joy
Celebrity is, John Updike once suggested, the mask that eats away at the face underneath. Both George Best and Gazza discovered, at immense personal cost, the truth of UpdikeÃ¢ÂÂs observation. Now Rooney is discovering it too. It didnÃ¢ÂÂt take many years of tabloid scrutiny before Gazza confessed that the only place he felt at peace was on a football pitch.
You wonder if Rooney has already begun to feel the same. Except that, these days, his body language does not often suggest joy. Which does beg the question: has Rooney fallen out of love with football?
It happens. And given the colossal failure of EnglandÃ¢ÂÂs World Cup campaign, it would not be that surprising. Officially, professional footballers are supposed to put such disappointments behind them or use the rage to fuel their quest for self-improvement. But the reality is that failures, especially of such magnitude, are much harder to manage than such mantras might suggest.
Why, after all, did Rooney become a footballer in the first place? Because he was very good at itÃ¢ÂÂ and because he dreamed of emulating such geniuses as his boyhood idol, Maradona.
As daft as some of RooneyÃ¢ÂÂs off the pitch activities might seem, nobody has ever suggested he is unintelligent about football. And the contrast between Maradona in 1986 and Rooney in 2010 will have hurt him. He now knows he has at best two more opportunities to live up to his idol in a World Cup. Even at 25, the opportunities for Rooney to prove his greatness are diminishing.
In Rome in May 2009, Rooney sat in the Manchester United dressing room, processing the unexpectedly comprehensive manner of his sideÃ¢ÂÂs defeat, and concluded: Ã¢ÂÂWe lost to the best team in the world.Ã¢ÂÂ Winning the UEFA Champions League was the best moment of his career. But in the two years since Moscow, UnitedÃ¢ÂÂs progress to the business end of this competition no longer seems assured.
The dreams that inspire players like Rooney are not necessarily the same as those that inspire their coaches. Arsene Wenger once said a coachÃ¢ÂÂs duty is to encourage creativity, not destroy it. In that respect, Rooney has been lucky with the licence granted him by Sir Alex Ferguson Ã¢ÂÂ if not by successive England managers. He has the technique and the vision to do the unexpected but he has not inspired as many YouTube moments as Messi or Maradona.
In many ways RooneyÃ¢ÂÂs all-round game has improved significantly, but it has also become less spectacular: for example, he has not scored from outside the area in 65 games for Manchester United.
He must watch BarcelonaÃ¢ÂÂs No10 with awe and envy. And he may wonder if it is his peculiar misfortune to have grown up in the wrong football culture. Because Beckenbauer had a point. The prevailing mentality in English club football is still kick and rush.
ThereÃ¢ÂÂs only one Brian Talbot!Ã¢ÂÂ¨
Rooney, who has the best technique of any English footballer of his generation, is often celebrated not for what sets him apart from other footballers but for the very trait he shares with such mediocre midfield workhorses as Brian Talbot: he runs a lot.
We grant Rooney the freedom to use his legs when what he really needs to grow as a footballer is the freedom to use his brain. (To be fair, he might be given his head if he played in either Serie A or La Liga.) In many respects, RooneyÃ¢ÂÂs predicament is symptomatic of the game, which is now dominated by discussion of formations, tactics and shapes. The triumph of the coach is symbolised by the fact that Real Madrid signed only one galactico this summer: Jose Mourinho. Great news for coaches and columnists with chalkboards, but is it really good for the game?
The implausible dreams that inspired Rooney to become a footballer are the fantasies that underpin football. If we canÃ¢ÂÂt be the next Maradona, the next best thing is to watch the making of one. And if Rooney canÃ¢ÂÂt fulfil his dreams, I fear for football.
When we look up this era on whatever YouTube is called a decade or two from now, what clips of action will we be watching: Rafa Benitez sitting in the dugout writing notes?