Thirty minutes before kick-off and I’m not scrambling for a decent stream, but for an open bar with satellite TV in a small North Sumatran village by Lake Toba, late on a Sunday night. Every other person in Indonesia seems to be a United fan but this is harder than I thought. The places that had previously assured me of safe viewing were all dark and now (literally) boarded up. Other half asleep at the hotel, I end up having to rent an unconvincing and hard to start motorbike from a nearby sleeping family, promising to return it in a couple hours, which will be about 1 A.M. Kindly they comply, probably noticing my state of anxiety and thinking its something truly important. I drive until I find a bar.
Success… but oddly even 3,000 miles from home, I’m not safe from the voice of Craig Burley in the commentary position. But not even this abasement can dampen my joyous relief. Thankfully United start far better than my bike, and are neatly juxtaposing themselves against my recent last minute panic to find a TV by calmly and clinically cutting through Chelsea with quite noticeable ease. I relax into my uncomfortable seat, happy to finally see our Stamford Bridge performances rewarded dutifully.
Firstly, I’d like to highlight a positive about a player who has been noticeably singled out, unfairly, for plenty of negativity this season. Both our opening goals have their genesis through the play of Rio Ferdinand. The first, he cutely steps in front of Mata to cut out a pass from Hazard and play the ball into Rooney, who turns and passes into Young in two-touches. The second goal is all started from Rio’s fantastic chipped pass into the way of Rafael, always facing forward, who feeds Valencia, who angles one into van Persie. This intelligent creating from the back is always a crucial side of Ferdinand’s classy, unseen game, that rarely gets highlighted.
On the other end of the class scale, is David Luiz. A multi-talented player but easily described as a clown for more than just his character resemblance. He takes more needless risks than a net-less trapeze artist and appears, like an incompetent lion tamer, obtusely over-relaxed in the face of clear and apparent danger, putting not only himself in danger but selfishly others, too. But if Luiz is the clown, then Chelsea F.C is the circus. I have no kind words for the club, and as for the players I think it’s summed up in that I don’t believe a single one of them would have reacted in the dignified and understated manner of Tom Cleverley when he received a powerful boot to the chest from a frustrated Torres. A Torres, incidently, that managed a total of one shot all game. Robin Van Persie had six.
For the first 30 minutes, United as a team were persistently threatening. Chelsea however, even lacking the team attacking ability of United, still pose a strong individual threat at any given moment, regardless of how well they are playing together as a team. This is a perceived benefit of unlimited transfer funds. But the Chelsea teams of old didn’t have a defensive partnership of Cahill and Luiz. Incredible individual moments aren’t enough. United fans may complain over the alleged small transfer kitty of United under Glazers, but if the alternative is a team like Chelsea’s, I’m happy with our budget. It attracts the right kind of player too, in a way. Van Persie for one. When things aren’t going well, you don’t want a squad filled with players who came for the money. Things won’t turn around as easily. Our smaller transfer budget, to me, has clear advantages.
Take case in point, Ashley Young. I love Ashley Young as a United player, and I believe he was crucial to victory yesterday. A decent technical player, but clearly far behind the likes of Hazard. Young, an attacking player, put in a performance for the team you are guaranteed never to see from Edin Hazard, Juan Mata, or Oscar. Young playing for the away team, first game since August, made more passes (51) than Mata (40), Hazard (41) and Oscar (36). Only two Chelsea players made more than him. He also made more tackles (4) than Mikel (3), and Hazard and Oscar with 1 each, Mata without making any. But more so than statistics, Young, even lacking match fitness, showed a desire to win and work as part of a team that surpassed most of his opponents.
As you would expect away from home against any team, there was of course a period of pressure leading up to half time. While this was to be expected, we didn’t seem to cope with it particularly well. Cleverley is still going though an awkward growth spurt when it comes to his defensive contribution to the team, and Carrick struggles when the opposing teams attacking tempo is high. Yet, thanks mostly to the continuing Amazing Adventures of David De Gea, Chelsea required a silly free kick (always seems this way for us at Stamford Bridge?) to score their goal.
I’ve highlighted Young as one of the crucial players on Sunday, my other two picks would be Rafael and Van Persie. In Rafael, Ferguson seems finally to be gaining to dam-like control over a player with the power and willing of his native Iguazu falls, but also the unsure positional location of the border-straddling famous waterfalls. Rafael caused numerous Chelsea players defensive headaches, and didn’t let much if anything go past him the other way, as has been his way all season.
While Van Persie played a major part in all 3 goals, and caused the sending off of Ivanovic. An incredible and economicly brilliant contribution from the svelte Dutchman. If Wayne Rooney is the nucleus of this team, speaking in atomic terms, Van Persie, Valencia, Hernandez and Young were his orbiting electrons. And an atom, being 99.9% empty space, which is exactly how the movement Rooney and Van Persie made the Chelsea penalty box appear at times yesterday. Chicharito with rapid meringue-like steps to organise his feet to slot in the winner with fine agility and awareness.
As I sit here on the crater-lake shores of Lake Toba, the site of the largest Volcanic eruption for 25 million years, this was a charged, convulsive game often at boiling point. The football United played at times was explosive and forceful, and Sir Alex excelled tactically. This United team simply out-flexed Chelsea and Ferguson out thought Di Matteo. Chelsea, who even with so many free roaming highly talented attackers, looked rigid, disjointed and dormant in comparison. For this Ferguson must be acknowledged. He effectively molded his line up to deflect and counter Chelsea’s threat. Our title rivals are lacking in this respect. But the defence, alas, still seems slightly unstable. I think this is less a fault of our defensive back line, and stemming more from central midfield, with Darren Fletcher in the team I am convinced much would be different. But if this game is a sign of things to come, we should prepare for a volcanic winter.