Chelsea-Man Utd

A war of attrition. A fiercely fought contest. Whatever spin is put on the Chelsea-United match yesterday, there is no getting away from the fact that it was a frankly rubbish encounter between two teams so devoid of creativity and guile that Michael Carrick didn’t look out of place on the field.

It goes without saying that Man Utd had the better of it, but what did having the better of it actually entail? It certainly didn’t mean them having more chances, because neither team really conjured up anything worthy of the name. The Reds had more possession, but in the context of this particular game that simply amounted to being the team who gave the ball away cheaply slightly less times than Chelsea did. It was extremely rare to see a move not end after a half-dozen passes, with the ball then launched up to Rooney/Drogba.

It would be unfair to say that the game was without any quality. There was a deft pass from Rooney in the first half (made with the outside of his right foot to the onrushing Giggs) which displayed genuine skill. Nicholas Anelka also provided flashes of class with some nice dribbling. Fletcher’s ball over the top to Giggs complete with first time volley would have been a treat had it come off, but like almost everything the Welshman tried during the game, it didn’t.

The type of game this was can be summed up with the following sentence: Manchester United’s winger was employed to man-mark Chelsea’s fullback. Such is Valencia’s impotency in attack that it was probably a tactic which made the best use out of him, but what we have here is a case of “anti-football”, that term used by pretentious purists (such as myself) to describe football that intends not to create, but to destroy.

What we had on Sunday was two teams who have proven that on the biggest stage, their best (and perhaps only) weapon is anti-football. Being at home, the onus (a word you’ll very rarely see outside of football writing, incidentally) was on Chelsea to actually play football. The problem for the Blues is that they don’t have the kind of midfield up to the challenge. Frank Lampard disappears when the big boys come to town. I keep saying it, but only because it keeps happening. He will never lack effort, but more often than not he will always lack presence and authority, and the skill to manoeuvre in tight spaces. Ballack is semi-retired, as is Deco. Chelsea proved last season that they are capable of stifling the very best opponents, but they have yet to prove that they can create as well as destroy.

Manchester United have also shown themselves to be purveyors of destructive football. Forget about the myth of them being a free-flowing attacking force. When it comes to games that matter, that is the exception, not the norm. In the last few seasons, the following fact illustrates my point: Man Utd’s most creative talent, Wayne Rooney, has been deployed on the wings in order to prevent the opposition’s dangerous full-back from running amok. Could you imagine Wenger saying to van Persie, “Listen, Robin. That Bosingwa fellow is a threat down the flanks. Your job is to make sure he doesn’t get any crosses in.” The notion is absurd.

Yesterday, Rooney was finally allowed to play in a position where he can have a positive effect. The only problem was that his support player was Anderson, someone who has the creative finesse of a bulldozer. With United’s wingers tied up with keeping tabs on Chelsea’s fullbacks (who, for the record, aren’t all that when it comes to skilled attacking play), the genuine threat offered by the Manchester outfit was non-existent, and thus they were reduced to long range shooting. Their anti-football worked up to a point, but when it came to the part where creative football was required, they came up short.

Given the dodgy refereeing/linesman decision, Man Utd do have genuine reason to feel aggrieved at the result. Chelsea didn’t deserve to score, not to mention win. But if it's any consolation, there would have been little glory in winning such a poor game of football. The real injustice is that those were the two top teams in England out on that pitch, and will most likely remain so come May. The challenge for Arsenal is to stop that from happening. Last season Barcelona secured not only a treble, but a victory for football. They may have had only one way to play (as Tim Lovejoy churlishly suggested), but it was the right way. Arsenal do not know how to play football destructively. It may prove their undoing, but as a fan of the beautiful game I live in hope that their aesthetically pleasing brand of football translates itself into a winning brand of football. The more this happens, the more other teams will try to emulate it.