Ibra, Best and a Boxing Day bonanza

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His Zlatanic majesty

The 2008-09 UEFA Champions League draw was a bit of a peach. Not only does it offer Rafa Benitez and Claudio Ranieri the chance to stroll down Memory Lane, it pits Ferguson against Mourinho or, more importantly, Ibrahimovic against Ronaldo.

InterâÂÂs boss â now known as SuperMou to denizens of the Italian football media â has suggested that the Swede is better than the artist formally known as CR7.

Cynics insist that Ibra is just a very gifted YouTube player. That's unfair but itâÂÂs easy to see why the charge is being made.

A player of his gifts should be able, more often, to take a game by the scruff of the neck and control it, in the way that the likes of Best, Cruyff â and even Cristiano Ronaldo â have all done.


"Think you can do better?" 

In big games in Europe, Ibra has sometimes seemed distracted or oppressed by the pressure; itâÂÂs almost as if his picture of the game has been distorted. And his goal tally â nine in 39 Champions League matches â isnâÂÂt worthy of a player with his gifts.

Rereading Gordon Burnsâ Best And Edwards, I am startled by how good it is.

Burns doesnâÂÂt quite succeed in bringing the great Duncan Edwards into focus â maybe, given his tragically short career and the power of his myth, that just isnâÂÂt possible unless youâÂÂre prepared to take the kind of risks David Peace took in his brilliant novel about Cloughie, The Damned Utd â but Burns brings fresh insight into the more protracted tragedy of George BestâÂÂs decline and fall.

The irony at the heart of BestâÂÂs tragedy is that through sheer talent, looks and charisma, he had conquered the world by he time he was in his early twenties. And then discovered that the only person he really wanted to spend anytime with was himself.

After all, who else â apart from, say, Elvis and The Beatles â could understand the strange laws that governed his existence? The women â even the Miss Worlds â seem a distraction, a useful time killer.

In Burnsâ narrative, Best seems only finally to achieve a kind of peace when he semi-retires to a pub in Chelsea where he is protected by the regulars and landlord and settles into a regular, alcoholic routine.


"Yes, Zlatan, I do" 

He didnâÂÂt set out to light up, or dominate the room. He just sat, rather quietly, on the sofa, telling a few lovely anecdotes as one of his old matches flickered on the TV set.

Only when his younger self ghosted past the Southampton defence in black and white did he show much emotion, jumping from the sofa and saying âÂÂGod I was f***ing quickâ and pointing at the screen as if I might not believe him and had to be confronted with the evidence.

After I interviewed him, everyone I knew asked me two questions. Did he turn up? And, was he drunk? To which I answered yes and no â although it was rumoured that after I left he went on a bender.

Afterwards, I struggled to connect the young Best, whose talent still shines on YouTube, with the man I met. BurnsâÂÂs book has probably given me more insight into Best than anything else I have ever read â even more than Eamon DunphyâÂÂs sublime A Strange Kind Of Glory.

And finallyâ¦

Blackpool 1 Chelsea 5
Burnley 6 Manchester United 1
Fulham 10 Ipswich Town 1
Leicester City 2 Everton 0
Liverpool 6 Stoke City 1
Nottingham Forest 3 Sheffield United 3
West Bromwich Albion 4 Tottenham Hotspur 4
Sheffield Wednesday 3 Bolton Wanderers 0
Wolverhampton Wanderers 3 Aston Villa 3
West Ham United 2 Blackburn Rovers 8

HereâÂÂs hoping for another 66-goal fest on Boxing Day.

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