Have You Heard (and seen)? – (32) Billie Holiday singing “Fine and Mellow”

I’m on to a chapter about jazz in my book at the moment and earlier this evening I was just reminding myself about Billie Holiday. What a fantastic singer she was. She had the most turbulent life – absolutely awful as a child especially. That all came out in one of the most amazing, original bluesy voices ever. And the best thing of hers that I ever heard was a song called “Fine and Mellow”. I first came across it in a documentary on the TV –  probably BBC2 and probably the late eighties. The memory about the timing is hazy, but not the performance, which was extraordinary.

Billie sings this woozy, wistful blues about a man who’s done her wrong, but who she can’t resist, and then there is the most amazing array of the greatest saxophonists and other brass players taking their turns to embellish the song, paying tribute to Lady Day. Lester Young, Ben Webster, Coleman Hawkins, Gerry Mulligan, the list goes on. It’s a recording of a performance on an American TV show in 1957. It must have been mesmeric to have been there witnessing this. Everyone is in the zone. I’ve rarely seen a performance in which there is clearly so much love, so much mutual respect. Subtly expressed, but deep. I especially note Gerry Mulligan, the only white man playing a solo: in 1957 when these things in America might still have mattered. He just plays like he is the luckiest man on earth to be there.

I think he was.

So, thanks to the ever-brilliant YouTube, here’s the video in question. It’s nine minutes long, including the gauche introduction,  but every second is worth it. I promise you!

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Sportsthoughts (59) – Oh No! Arsenal 5 West Ham 1

Fortunately I went out last night, so I didn’t watch or listen to the drubbing that West Ham got at the Emirates. It mostly happened in a ten minute spell just after half time, when Arsenal rapidly scored four goals. Things got worse later on when young Dan Potts went off with a serious head injury. Hope he’ll be OK.

West Ham v Arsenal is always a bit of an event in our house. My son is an Arsenal supporter. So when they thrash us, as they usually do, the pain is tempered by the fact that Kieran will be happy.  Likewise, if we win, I just can’t gloat. It causes too much upset. And but for those two games in the season, I’m a bit of a Gooner myself, really. Strongly my second team. And so they should be. My Dad supports Arsenal, as well as my son, brother-in-law and father-in-law. I’m the renegade. The result of the 1966 World Cup final, when I decided that Geoff Hurst, hat-trick hero in the 4-2 defeat of West Germany, was my favourite player. He like Bobby Moore and Martin Peters, was a West Ham man. It had to be the Hammers for me.  I was seven at the time. I’ve paid for that decision ever since!

Anyway, I expected something like this 5-1 defeat. West Ham can be quite obliging to teams in a bit of a rut. Always a chance to recover your form. Arsenal, of course, aren’t doing that badly, but to listen to their moaning fans you’d think it was the end of the world. And there is something very brittle about the team at the moment.  They are capable of great things – witness that ten  minutes last night – but there is something weak at the core of the team, in the spine. A lack of leadership, of passion. And so they’ve lost games they should have won and are staring at a first season in aeons when they don’t make the top four and Champions League qualification. If that happens, could it be the end of Arsene Wenger’s reign?

As for West Ham, I’m getting a little worried. The natural state of the football fan is pessimism, and I’m beginning to look at the bottom of the table rather than the top ten. The relegation zone. We are still eight points above the 18th placed team, Reading. Only 13 more points to reach the magic 40, which usually means safety. Objectively, we should be OK, but there’s a nagging doubt. We have history. Implosion is always a possibility.

I’m sure Big Sam has it sussed. And my suspicion is that he even wrote last night’s game off, with a view to winning the next one, away to Fulham. Why else did Joe Cole and Mo Diame both start on the bench? Why didn’t Joey even come on?

I don’t like all this pragmatism. Might keep us up in the end, but it’s not the West Ham way. Just as booting it long to Carlton Cole all the time isn’t either. It’s an ambiguous time for West Ham fans at the moment. We’re delighted to be back in the Premier League, but the Allardyce approach to the game, admirable though it is in its attention to detail, and its defensive solidity in most games, still grates. It’s hard to love. There are no pretty bubbles in the air.

Fingers crossed, we’ll be alright.

In the meantime, no wonder my focus is on Harlequins. The best English rugby team playing the best rugby. A new experience for me, supporting the best.  #COYQ!  

(Well, and #COYI too – I will always love the happy Hammers, the Irons).

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Sportsthoughts (58) – the Heineken gets heavy!

So, Quins into the quarter finals of the Heineken Cup, as top seeds, after the last round of matches this weekend. They slugged it out with Biarritz on a swamp of a pitch in south west France, Friday night, and came away with a 16-9 victory. 100% record, but not without a few scares, mainly against Connacht, the up and coming province in Irish Rugby. A home tie in the quarters guaranteed against one of the two best second-placed teams. Easy?

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Before it got REALLY muddy! Photo from Google Images/ Daily Mail

Er, no. the privilege of playing Quins came down to a battle between the mighty Munster and the even mightier Leinster, between them winners of the tournament five times in the last seven years.  Both going through something of a transition, as some of their great players retire or near the end of their careers, but both still formidable. Leinster needed a bonus point away to Exeter on Saturday, which they duly managed. That meant Munster needed the same on Sunday against Racing Metro, a top French team, but with no interest left in the competition. Munster did the business, which meant they got the eighth QF slot by dint of scoring one more try than Leinster over six games. Blimey, I bet there were some celebrations in Limerick! And bemusement in Dublin. Leinster not qualifying for the quarter finals. Unheard of. I think they can put it down to the (bad) luck of the group draw, ending up with Clermont Ferrand, the team of the moment, stuffed with French and other internationals, and favourites to win this season.

There was a real battle, too,  in the snow yesterday between two giants of the game, Leicester and Toulouse. Winner takes all. You wondered why the authorities didn’t have a fluorescent ball for a game when the ball spent a lot of time being kicked for territory on a snowy white field. It was a grim struggle. Toulouse had the possession, but kicked their penalties so abysmally that Leicester snuck through 9-5. Their reward, an away tie at Toulon, another powerful French team, featuring our greatest rugby icon,  Jonny Wilkinson, at fly half. Rejuvenated, refreshed, on the Mediterranean coast.  Who isn’t?

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So, some heavy duty ties in the quarters, to be played in April, after the Six Nations internationals take centre stage over the next couple of months. Toulon v Leicester, Saracens v Ulster, Clermont v Montpellier and Quins v Munster. Last time Quins played Munster was away in the semi finals of the Amlin Cup, the secondary European tournament, the season before last.  It was away, in the fortress that is Thomond Park, Limerick. Our expectations weren’t that high, but the boys played one of their greatest games and came through.  It was the turning point, for a team which still hadn’t totally conquered the self doubt when it came to the crunch games. They went on to win the final in Cardiff against Stade Francais and haven’t really looked back. Getting better and better.

Shouldn’t tempt fate. Munster are an experienced team who know how to win these knock out games.  It will be very tough. And if we win, it will get tougher still: away to Clermont or Montpellier. Which probably means Clermont who NEVER lose at home.

But there’s a first time for everything. If Quins can get past Munster – and what an atmosphere that will be at the Stoop – they will believe they can do it. It will be an epic clash. The best of France v England. Bring it on!

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It’s snowing!

One of the features of global warming is that it’s started to snow more in the winter again, here in the UK. Not serious snow like you get in Canada or Norway, but enough to cause a fair bit of disruption and lots of fun for children and adults alike. Today it kept on snowing through the day and round where I live there weren’t too many people venturing out. Maybe tomorrow.

The kids are all waiting for that email from the school saying it’s been closed on Monday. Not sure it will happen: public transport’s been holding up quite well so far. We’ll see.

Anyway, I love going out in the snow to take photos. Everything changes its appearance. New shapes and perspectives emerge. It’s a thing of beauty and wonder really, especially when you go into close up. So here are a few shots I took this afternoon, before I settled down for some mass sports viewing!

If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you’ll know I did one called An (un)English Garden last year. About how all the mess can look quite interesting. Good excuse for leaving it that way. Here are a few shots of the same mess, enhanced by the snow! Double click to get full size.

The summer selection.

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The old trampoline is going soon… and the burst balls.

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Sums up Arsenal at the moment… somewhat forlorn. Hiding.

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Bush, getting closer…

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Still haven’t taken these old bikes to the dump!

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Bramble and ivy.

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Moving into the street, this one should be in Cannes…

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The park.

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Fallen…

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Path.

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Flying high.

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Patriotic allotments.

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The Tube depot – always looks good in the snow. As long as they keep running!

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Boston Manor station.

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Greys and browns and whites dominate. Soft, soothing colours and light. But different patterns, unusual profiles. Snow transforms the sky and the landscape.

If you’d like to see a few more of these photos click here.

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“How Music Works” by David Byrne

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Just spent a lazy Saturday morning finishing a great book by David Byrne, called “How Music Works”. For any of you who aren’t familiar with DB, he was the frontman with the Talking Heads in the seventies and eighties and has made a lot of interesting music since, often collaborations with artists from all over the world.

The Talking Heads are one of my favourite bands, and to help you through this blog here’s one of my favourite tracks, “Cross-eyed and Painless” from their fourth album, “Remain in Light”.

It’s a fascinating book which begins with DB’s observations about how environment shapes music and has done so ever since music began, which is basically ever since life began. It seems obvious when you read it, but then you think, hmmm, I’d not thought of it like that before. There’s some interesting stuff on how technological advances, likewise, have changed the way music is made and what it is designed for. There’s a great example of how certain types of rap music today have to be able to boom out of the car speakers. So the beats and sounds are tailored appropriately. Made to measure!

And I hadn’t realised that on the early phonographs you could record your own music as well as play the records. Then the manufacturers took that away because they wanted consumers, not producers.  It’s come full circle of course.

There are some insightful chapters on DB’s own musical development, from the time he made discordant soundscapes in his bedroom. As a Talking Heads fan it’s really interesting to read about the band’s evolution, especially how, in the period I like most – “Fear of Music”, “Remain In Light”, “Speaking in Tongues” – they became more experimental with the sounds (Eno lurking in there), took on more players, especially live, but remained grounded in the groove. I love the way DB describes this, how the beat doesn’t have to be perfect, in fact won’t be in the most memorable performances, even though digitisation forces it that way. Being tight means being together. Losing yourself in that togetherness. He describes how as the band got bigger, he, as lead singer and guitarist, could lose himself more in the music, experiencing “a kind of ecstatic release”. It’s really quite inspirational reading.

There are some fascinating reflections on how the business of making and selling music has evolved, again driven in many ways by the technology. The relative economics of recording and of live performance is constantly shifting. We are in an era now where, as the cost of recording drops and people expect lower prices – or no price at all – for their recorded music, live shows assume greater importance as money generators. But how many artists will be able to make big money from that? It all means that the relationship between artist and record company and retailer is all over the place (though one constant is that the retailer always gets a massive cut, iTunes as much as Tower/HMV before it). DB outlines six different models that an artist might follow these days to get his or her music out there to the public, and survive financially.  Again, really interesting stuff.

At the heart of the book is a strong belief in the importance of playing music. Not just listening, consuming, being told what is high art and what isn’t. There’s a lovely chapter about how to create a music scene locally, which draws heavily on DB’s experience of CBGBs, in New York’s Bowery in the seventies. Memories! But he is at his most inspiring when he talks about the transformative power of playing music, expressing one’s feelings through music. The importance of collaboration, the creation of communities, the channelling of anger, frustration, that might otherwise lead to despair and violence. He cites research that shows how creating music – doesn’t have to be brilliant, it’s the process that matters – stimulates certain parts of the brain and can help develop creative problem-solving skills. Crucial life skills. There’s a manifesto here. A study at Vanderbilt University in the US apparently showed that:

“…. arts majors developed more creative problem-solving skills than students from almost any other area of study. Risk-taking, dealing with ambiguities, discovering patterns, and the use of analogy and and metaphor, are skills that are not just of practical use for artists and musicians. Creative problem-solving… is an essential survival skill. If one believes, as I do, that creative problem-solving can be learned, and is something that can be applied across all disciplines, then we are chopping our children’s legs off if we slash the budgets for classes in the arts and humanities. There’s no way these kids will be able to compete in the world in which they are growing up.”

I think David Byrne’s right.  We need much more than the educational basics, important though they are.  We need the arts both for people as individuals, but collectively too. How are we going to break out of recession long term, continue to innovate, without encouraging creativity, questioning, collaboration, a bit of risk-taking?

Then DB goes all cosmic on us at the end of the book, but in a good way! How fundamental is music, its structures, to the world? There are analogies with the periodic scale of elements, there are relationships between music and maths, there is sound and music all around us in the world. Ancient philosophers like Pythagoras thought that music was a divine creation that shared properties with the arrangement of the solar system!

There’s a contrast DB makes, between visual and acoustic culture, which I like. (It draws on the work of Marshall McLuhan, a Canadian philosopher specialising in communication). Visual culture has a perspective, a vanishing point. Acoustic culture is multi-layered, all round you with no centre or focal point. “In an acoustic universe one senses essence, in a visual universe one sees categories and hierarchies”. It takes me back to what DB was saying about the groove. Not a perfect beat, but a feel. The thesis is that increasingly we have become a visual culture and maybe we need a bit more of the acoustic. He quotes a wonderful story about a nine year old boy in New York who was born without sight and how he relates to the world musically. A fax machine whirrs in the key of A, a copier in B flat. When asked to describe New York he says:

“New York is a circle of sounds… there is music everywhere. Everybody has a smile on their face. It’s musical, it’s dark and so beautiful.”

How brilliant is that?

“How Music Works” is a book that reminds me how much and why I love music.  It makes me want to understand more about the theories and structures, as well as confirming in so many ways why it is a passion for me. It gives me inspiration to continue writing my book on my musical journey and to share my thoughts with you about music on this blog. And it shames me for not having made my own music yet, while reassuring me that just sitting there playing acoustic guitar, improvising, is a good thing in its own right.

And of course it reminds me what a great man David Byrne is, and what a brilliant band Talking Heads were. The music lives on…

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The demise of HMV – and the end of an era

HMV, the flagship music store in the UK, has gone into administration. Perhaps a couple of the London West End stores will survive through the tourist trade, but I’m sure otherwise it is the end.

HMV isn’t the first: we’ve lost Virgin, Tower, Borders. All victims of the competition from on-line purchasing. Or downloading without even buying. A generational shift made possible by the new technology.

I’m not criticising. I’ve gone with the flow. I buy all my music from iTunes now. Everything is on the computer and the iPod. 25,000 tunes on a device that fits into your jacket pocket. How could you resist?

But I look back at the days of browsing in the record stores with affection. And none was better than HMV. In the 1980s, when I started work and finally had some money, I spent hours in HMV, Virgin, Tower and some of the specialist record shops in central London like Selectadisc (now Sister Ray) and Ray’s Jazz Shop – browsing, discovering. That carried on into the nineties and the early 21st century. I might have been pointed in the direction of something by a review in the NME, or Time Out or The Face or Q magazine or the Word or the Guardian, but once I got into the shop, I’d always be attracted to something else. From vinyl to CDs, I’d very rarely walk out of a record store with just one item. A while back I remember there was a media stereotype called the “fifty quid bloke”. He’d go into a store with one CD purchase in mind, but would rarely leave without spending that half century.  For a while he was held up as the salvation of the record and book stores, but he succumbed to the temptation of Amazon and iTunes, like everyone else.

He was me – in fact £50 was an understatement. I often struggled to get out with much less than £100 of musical booty.

So it’s my fault. I deserted the stores I loved. Delivered the killer blow.

But I do remember the days of browsing. So much better than skimming round iTunes, or Amazon, or Spotify. Brilliant though they are. More random – you didn’t really have to know what you wanted. You just browsed.

It’s how I developed my taste in jazz, world music, reggae, dance, even indie. I had plenty of recommendations from the papers, but I just saw stuff that looked interesting, maybe heard it on the PA, and took a punt.  Most times it paid off. They were my most adventurous musical times.

Sugar Minott, the Bhundu Boys, Ornette Coleman, John Coltrane, Van Morrison, Ali Farka Toure, Fugazi, so many compilations like The Rebirth of Cool, Acid Jazz, Wired, Artcore, Jungle Jazz, Reggae Hits, The Real Birth of Fusion. All discovered, or fully realised, through browsing,

So I feel sad to hear of the demise of HMV today, because it gave me so much over the past decades (in return for large amounts of my money, but that was OK!). I guess people find out about the best music through other means these days. Social networking above all.

But there was nothing like stumbling upon a really good album or twelve inch single because the cover looked good, or the blurb on the cover seemed interesting. Or because The Face thought it was good, but you weren’t sure until you saw the album on the racks. Or at least sure enough to give it a go, take a risk – rather than now when you check it on Spotify first.

I’m not saying things were better in the past, because having resources like Spotify now to find out about music is absolutely brilliant. But I do feel a great affection for those days when I’d while away the hours flicking through the racks of vinyl or CDs in all those great West End music stores, big and small.

And I’m very sorry to see the demise of HMV, even though I’ve played my part in its downfall.

Thanks HMV, and Virgin, Tower and all the others, for the memories…. and above all, the discoveries.

Without you I wouldn’t have the music that has been such such an important part of my life.

This is a nice selection of photos from when HMV really mattered!

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Have You Heard? – (31) “Where Are We Now?” by David Bowie

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Earlier this week, as I was working my way through a few hours’ worth of tweets, I saw something unexpected and exciting: a new single from David Bowie! It was completely out of the blue as far as I was concerned, and it seemed that way with quite a few of the commentators too.

The song is “Where Are We Now” and it’s the prelude to a new album, due out in March, called “The Next Day”.

There was quite a media storm about it, which shows that Bowie’s musical legacy will always make any new music a real event. At the same time it means that expectations are always high; and the last few Bowie albums haven’t really met those expectations.  He hasn’t released anything for about ten years as far as I’m aware. He had a serious heart attack in 2004 and appears to have spent the last decade based in New York doing creative things, bonding with his family, but not putting any new music out. Fair enough, he’s done his bit for pop and rock music.  One of the greatest. I chose a Bowie top ten on this blog a while back, which you can see here. Every track is immense. From the early seventies to “Let’s Dance” in 1983, he had a run of albums which is unsurpassed.

So no pressure then!

And now we have “Where Are We Now?”. Is it any good?

Hmmm, well, first impressions weren’t that amazing. Those first impressions were tied in with the video, which is just a bit… depressing. The positive take would be wistful, or elegaic, but I found it rather grim.  Those faces trapped in the mirrors, the lyrics moving across the scenes from Berlin. The former just deflating, the latter showing how throwaway the lyrics are.  They couldn’t have taken long to write.  No, I couldn’t get excited about the song once I’d heard – and seen – it.

But. But because it’s Bowie, I had to give it more chances.  So I downloaded the track from iTunes. And listened to it without the visual aids. Reverted to my normal habit of not really paying much attention to lyrics, other than striking snippets, but taking in the sound, the rhythm, the ambience. And, you know, I’m getting to like it.  It is wistful and elegaic. It’s the sound of a man looking back, maybe with pride, maybe with regrets. Probably both. There’s a lovely piano. It’s quite moving. As a piece in the album it could be really quite essential. Maybe a reflective interlude amid some more upbeat pieces. Maybe – we don’t know yet.

So it’s OK then! Don’t think I can go above 6/10 yet, but I think it might grow.

Try the video on YouTube and you’ll see what I mean about it being a bit depressing. Or maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll say, this is brilliant. Maybe…

I will always love Bowie. I will always listen to whatever music he brings out. I will always give it the benefit of the doubt.  So I’m looking forward to “The Next Day”.

But realistic about how good it will be.

In the meantime I think I’ll stick on “Station to Station”!

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Music for going back to work – and school!

Tomorrow, I’m back to work after a couple of weeks off. My kids are all back to school. No matter how much you like work/school it’s always a bit hard to get back into the swing of things.

You need a bit of gee-ing up and here are some of my favourite songs for the task.

The first is a song I used to play before all my A level exams,  a very long time ago! 1977. It’s Eddie and The Hot Rods and “Get Out Of Denver”, off their “Live From the Marquee” EP. One of my most treasured records.  My iTunes copy of the song won’t upload, so here’s a video from the Rainbow Theatre in Finsbury Park, North London. Flares were just still in!

Next is “White Riot”by the Clash. Also 1977. Used to play this before all our football matches in the second year at university. We were unbeaten!

And here’s a video. An iconic punk moment.

I guess both these songs remind me of that brilliant teenage energy. Need a bit of that sometimes!

More recently I find that Metallica’s “Enter Sandman” does the trick. After this one you are ready to sock it to anyone!

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And here’s one for the kids. Just because of the title – none of them will know it!   “Back To Schooldays” by Graham Parker and The Rumour.

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Sportsthoughts (57A) – The return of Joe Cole (contd): West Ham 2 Man Utd 2

So, a brief postscript to yesterday’s blog.

A great game tonight: West Ham 2 Man Utd 2. Utd took control, early on and Tom Cleverley found himself in space to slot in the opener. A well taken and created goal. Starting from a magisterial pass from Paul Scholes.  If only he still, even in his mid thirties, stopped putting in those cynical hacks, knowing the referees will let him get away with it for a while.

It didn’t look good for West Ham, but then Joe Cole – yes, Joe Cole! – found space on the left, whipped in a brilliant cross, and centre back James Collins rose above the Man U defence to glance it into the net. 1-1!  Second half, it happened again. Almost identical. A cross from Joe and Collins on the end of it. 2-1!

At this point I assumed the Man Utd comeback would begin and we would probably lose 3-2. Two reasons: (1) the natural pessimism of the football supporter and (2) the fact that Man Utd do come back so often.  They KNOW they will, and so do the opposition.

So I waited.  But it wasn’t happening.  West Ham were the better side, United disjointed, lethargic, even when Van Persie, Valencia and Giggs came on. West Ham were well organised in defence and still dangerous on the attack. A victory looked on. Into added-on time – four minutes of course with Man Utd still behind. What all other supporters know as Fergie Time.

And then the inevitable. A superb long pass from Giggs landing behind the West Ham defence on its left. Robin Van Persie, lurking, raced on and controlled it with a perfect touch, took a couple of steps and fired it into the net.

Damn, damn, damn!

But I have to admit, it was a brilliant goal.

There were still two and a half minutes.  I genuinely feared another Utd goal. So, from the body language and movement of the West Ham players, did they. But we survived, and head to Old Trafford for a replay in ten days time.

I’m not so optimistic about that, but you never know. We’ve done it there in the FA Cup before. In 2001, when Paolo di Canio bamboozled United’s French goalkeeper, Fabian Barthez, for a 1-0 victory.

But what I take from today’s performance – even though it is only the FA Cup, is that the team played really well, and above all, Joe Cole was outstanding.  His crosses made both our goals and generally he was energetic and influential throughout.  He barely misplaced a pass. Quality.

I think he is going to do the business.

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Sportsthoughts (57) – The Return of Joe Cole

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Yesterday it was announced that Joe Cole, England midfielder, would be returning to the club where it all began for him. My team, West Ham. On a free transfer from Liverpool, where he never established himself in two seasons of injury and frustration, although he had a decent loan spell at French club, Lille, last season.

I was excited but also sceptical when the news came through. Excited, because like many West Ham fans, I have fond memories of the young prodigy who promised so much and always gave his all to the team. Sceptical, because it’s been a few years since we’ve seen Joe at his best, after a succession of injuries and (non) selection problems. Realism says we won’t see the sparky play of the young Joe Cole – but maybe we will see some of the vision and artistry which West Ham are rather lacking at the moment. He could just be the catalyst for a strong second half of the season, after the rather wobbly spell in recent games.

Joe made his debut for West Ham as a 17 year old in  January 1999, in an FA Cup tie against Coventry. There had been a buzz about him for some time. He was touted as the most talented youngster in England. The new Gazza, but not as whacky. The English Maradona. (OK, I made that one up, but I bet someone said it). There were rumours that Man Utd had bid £10 million for him when he was sixteen.

It was a time of optimism for West Ham fans. We’d come fifth the previous season and the team was full of promise – we still had Rio Ferdinand and Frank Lampard at this point as well as players like Trevor Sinclair, John Hartson, Eyal Berkovic, and just arrived, the mighty Paolo di Canio. Michael Carrick was nearly ready for the first team. What a team it could have been. But of course, being West Ham, with an eye for the money, so many of the best players from the youth academy have been sold over the years, reaching their peak at bigger, richer clubs. Rio left in 2000, for Leeds; Frank in 2001 for Chelsea, soon after manager Harry Redknapp had been sacked. The club blew what may have been its most promising ever opportunity to establish itself as a major player. In 1999-2000, Joe’s first season, we came 9th. Then 15th, then 7th – looking up – then in 2002-3…. relegated!

The club went down with the record number of points for a relegated club – 42. The rule of thumb is that 40 keeps you up, and recently the safety number has gone as low as 35.  Glenn Roeder, the manager who had taken over from Harry was never very convincing, and he had to depart temporarily due to illness with a few games of the season left. The team was riven with dissension, with di Canio, the hero, turned villain. Trevor Brooking – Sir Trevor – took over and almost rescued us. But not quite.  We went down after a 2-2 draw with Birmingham. There’s only one thing I really remember from that game now, which is that Joe Cole played his heart out and was clearly gutted at the end. Could we say the same about Jermain Defoe, who slapped in a transfer request the next day?

We knew then that Joe would have to leave. He had an England career to think of. His future. I rather hoped he’d go to Arsenal, but the soon-to-be Invincibles had no need. He went to newly cash-rich Chelsea, under Roman Abramovich and manager Claudio Ranieri.   Things really took off for Chelsea with the arrival of Jose Mourinho as manager in 2004, and Joe played a big part in that. He has two Premier League medals, won a few domestic Cups, and played in one Champions League final (when Chelsea lost to Man Utd on penalties). He played for England 56 times and was at three World Cups. He was Chelsea’s player of the season in 2008.

Not many players can look back at such a record. And yet, and yet, there’s a nagging sense of underachievement about Joe Cole. He never did become the next Gazza, certainly never the English Maradona. Instead of being the midfield supremo, the playmaker, or the man in the hole, the number ten, he was turned into a hard working, occasionally tricksy winger. Glen Roeder started it, possibly in anticipation of the fact that out on the left was Joe’s best bet for the England team.  But Mourinho cemented it.  A brilliant manager, but the ultimate pragmatist, he didn’t need Joe Cole doing his fancy stuff in central midfield.  He wanted positional responsibility, tracking back, getting the ball up to Didier Drogba. And Joe complied. Did his best. Won all those medals and awards. And maybe lost a bit of his spirit.

You can’t just blame Mourinho and Roeder and the England managers. Maybe Joe just didn’t quite have it in him to boss a game from start to finish. Maybe managers correctly detected a lack of true discipline in Joe’s mercurial talent. Maybe they were right to feel that he didn’t have the mental strength to dictate the game from the furnace of central midfield. Or even the finishing skills to be a true number ten, in that hole.

But how I wish a manager had had the nerve to liberate Joe Cole and see what he could really do. Especially for England, where we just got bogged down by the Lampard v Gerrard question and obsessed over Rooney’s fitness and state of mind.

When I watch the mighty Barcelona, with their short passing, geometrical, devastating game, with Xavi, Iniesta, Messi, Busquets, now Fabregas, buzzing, pressing, carving up even the most stubborn defences, I sometimes think, Joe Cole could have done that. Think Iniesta, especially. Drifting in from the left. Joe had all the skills. Did he have the application, the mental discipline? The confidence? Who knows? I would guess the answer is yes, if someone had really believed in him.  But it’s too late to find out now.

But hey, let’s look to the future instead of the past.  West Ham have just got themselves a remarkable footballer, who is still only 31, on a free transfer. Reasonable wages too.  And a deep love for the club already instilled. It could be a match made in heaven.

I’m not sure Big Sam is about to liberate Joe Cole, and that number ten attacking midfield position is the property of the club caption, Kevin Nolan. Big Sam’s old mucker. So it’s probably wide left I’m afraid! But maybe darting in, like Robert Pires at Arsenal, or Iniesta, or even Joe Cole in 2008. A jink here, a cutting pass there, geeing up the crowd, who do and will love him.

And first match on his return? What better than Man Utd at home! FA Cup, probably off the bench, but it is going to be a great moment. An emotional moment.

Welcome back Joe! 

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