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Confessions of a Correspondent

The real-life tales of a football writer


Andy Mitten

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Around the (football) world in seven days


Thursday 27 March 2008 10:40

“To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour” - Robert Louis Stevenson, 1881.

Taking that on board, I took a slow boat to Italy last week, but the travel has been unrelenting ever since and I’ve not had the suggested luxury of labouring.

On Friday I flew from Rome to Manchester and went straight to my first ever rugby league game, the St Helens vs Wigan derby.

The decrepit but characterful Knowsley Road stadium was full to its 17,500 capacity, four fifths of them standing. It was cold: the crowd were warm, white and working class. I enjoyed it because it wasn’t football. It was interesting to see video evidence in action and 18-stone players calling the referee, who wore a pink outfit, “sir”.

A previous Knowsley Road Saints-Wigan clash 

On Saturday I ventured to Colne in East Lancashire, where it was so cold it snowed. Colne was famous for its Dynamos football team in the late-1980s. They stormed through the non-league pyramid by paying top dollar to professionals like former European Cup winner Alan Kennedy and won promotion to the Conference.

Then the wealthy owner/manager pulled out, frustrated at not being able to conclude a ground share with nearby Burnley and the Dynamos folded, later to reform as Colne FC.

I was there to watch an excellent Trafford side continue their winning run towards the North West Counties League Division One title on the sloping pitch against a backdrop of grey terraced housing and harsh Pennine hills.

Trafford’s team spirit was superb, the 40 travelling fans noisy and the club officials who volunteer to paint stands, edit programmes, organise dinners and sell pies watched proudly from the sidelines.

The atmosphere in the clubhouse afterwards, as the football results came in from around the country was quintessentially English. “Bad result for Altrincham,” one man would say, and 10 people would nod over a pie and pint. “Good win for Keano at Villa.”

On Sunday, Old Trafford enjoyed its best atmosphere of the season against a team who last won the title when Margaret Thatcher was in power. Before that, I spoke to Brian Kidd. I’ve known him for 15 years and he was in good form, despite being out of football since leaving Sheffield United last month. They wanted him to stay.

Brian Kidd: On hand to advise our man Mitten

Kidd gave some advice about Manchester La Fianna saying: “Remember that a good team spirit will win more games than anything else.” The man who was closer to Manchester United’s class of ’92 than anyone should know.

I was up at 5am Monday to return to Barcelona for an interview with a player some would argue is not conducive to a good team spirit, Samuel Eto’o. He included no less than six Premiership players in a Best XI of those he’s played against, with a further three English-based players on the bench. His ‘people’ also let me take a Puma football he’d been doing a photo shoot with – we’ll use it as Manchester la Fianna’s match ball on Saturday.

MLF had our best training session for months last night in shadow of the Arts hotel, where Roy Keane was staying with his wife and 56 kids on a short break. Maybe he watched us from his room or maybe he went to the hotel ballroom to remember the players’ party after the 1999 Champions League final.

I was there that night… sleeping rough with mates in the underground hotel car park because we couldn’t find a room in a city I’d move to two years later.

And now it’s back on the road. A flight to Scotland awaits on Friday to cover the Old Firm derby on Saturday, that’s if it goes ahead. I’ve already seen two Old Firm games cancelled this year, losing out on flights and hotels.

Later, I hope to watch Falkirk, with my friend the mighty Arnau Riera in midfield, take on Kilmarnock, before heading south to Manchester on Sunday for the United game against Villa. Except that's been moved back to Saturday, partly because of television, but mainly because United want more time to prepare for Tuesday's game in Rome. Which I’m also going to.

So that means a flight back to Spain on Monday, another to Rome for the moodiness surrounding the game on Tuesday and Wednesday a flight back to Spain to inspire Manchester La Fianna in a push towards silverware… by not playing myself.

I’ll just kip on the bench instead and dream of not travelling anywhere. I hope Stevenson would approve.


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About Andy Mitten

Andy Mitten – whose great uncle Charlie Mitten starred in Matt Busby’s first great side – started United We Stand, which he still edits, aged 15 in 1989. A regular writer for FourFourTwo, his other credits include The Independent, The Mail on Sunday, Sport, The Guardian and GQ in the UK plus foreign publications around the world. He has visited 85 countries in every continent, covering derby games from Israel to the Faroes, and interviewed players like Ronaldinho, Keane, Gerrard, Messi and John Gidman.
He has written or co-written 10 books including the critically acclaimed We're the Famous Man United, Glory Glory!, Paddy Crerand’s autobiography Never Turn The Other Cheek and Mad For It – From Blackpool to Barcelona, Football’s Greatest Rivalries. Manchester born and red, Andy divides his time between M16 and Barcelona.

Comments

  March 30, 2008 06:46

Ian-H- said:

I trust that slow boat wasn't too crowded, Andy. The Med is an ancient lake, crammed with filth and flotsam of every possible character. Brian Kidd on the other hand is a pirate, descended from the famous Captain Kidd. Brian knows where the treasure's buried; in a windy park outside Clayton, down a deep hole gouged in the clay by a cyclops over 18,000 years ago. It's just there, waiting to be dug up, but Brian Kidd ain't telling.

Some people say that Brian Kidd isn't really a person, but a robot, built by Colin Blaney in a disused subterraneous warehouse in Ancoats sometime around 1978. That's right, ten years AFTER Kidd scored the first goal in the historic 1968 European Cup Final at Wembers, when United beat Brazil 14-1 and set many nerves on edge. How did Kidd get built by a Collyhurst criminal grafter and then beamed back thru a time-warp like that? Well, the truth is, Kidd and Blaney are one and the same, and they are BOTH really Ricky Hatton. I'm not joking. And the three of 'em are actually all just an old bloke called Carl, an ex-boxer from the 'Hurst who used to run pubs round town and is probably dead of old age by now, but he lives on in his offcast lobes, his North Manchester smithereens, in the form of Kidd, Blaney, Hatton, and a few thousand more craggy chinned marvels of the Mancunian jungle.

Celtoid and Rangerific are beneath you, Andy. Personally, I think you should stay in Barca and not bother with the Old Firm. Leave such trifles to the likes of O' Neill and Strachan and Smith and Co. It's cold, it's dark, and it's bloody daft.

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