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In praise of Dave Jones.

Sunday, April 4th, 2010

After about forty two minutes of yesterday’s match I was just about to ask what the chances were of Michael Chopra being substituted at half time, but then City were awarded a free kick in the Swansea half which Jay Bothryod nodded down and a certain Michael Chopra fired the ball high into the net for our equaliser! Luckily for my self esteem, I kept my thoughts to myself, but I wonder how many others were thinking something similar at the time because up until that moment, Chopra had been having one of his increasingly familiar anonymous matches where you almost forget he is still on the pitch.

Mind you, this time Chopra did have the excuse that he was playing in a different position to his normal one alongside Jay Bothroyd. I see Dave Jones called the formation we used last night 4-3-3, but, like most teams who use that system, it soon becomes 4-5-1 when they don’t have possession and much of Chopra’s game was played in an unfamiliar withdrawn right sided role as our manager, I think for the first time ever in a City home game during his time in charge, changed from his usual 4-4-2 because of the questions asked by a Swansea side who are an exceptional outfit at this level.

I say “exceptional” there, not because of the quality that the jacks possess, but because their system and approach presents any Championship manager with challenges which are probably unique at this level. Despite their current poor run, Swansea are likely to be contesting the end of season Play Offs and, if they do so, it will, almost certainly mean that they are, by a distance, the lowest scoring team ever to take part in them at Championship level. Swansea’s lofty position is based almost entirely on a defensive record which, until recently, was second to none, but, although the keeper and back four are all good to decent players by the standards of this league, their great goals against record has more to do with how many midfield players they have behind the ball even when they are attacking.It was instructive to see keeper Dorus DeVries throw or roll the ball to one of his back four about 90% of the time as opposed to the normal long ball aimed toward a target man that we see from most Championship keepers. For me DeVries does things differently because Swansea’s whole game plan is to draw the opposition on to them so that it becomes a more equal contest for their lone striker when he gets the ball. For the last four matches we played against them, we stuck with our normal 4-4-2 and decided to “have a go at them”, but, in doing so, we played right into their hands in many respects because their midfield five (which is always made up of clever, technically proficient players) are better than most at exploiting the advantage that their extra player in that area of the pitch gives them. This means that our second striker and, to a lesser extent, our two wide players are starved of possession so that, in essence, Swansea have almost made the previous games between the two sides a ten against seven or eight contest when it comes to outfield players.

I’m sure City aren’t the only side to have suffered in this way at Swansea’s hands – the evidence of the past two seasons is that sides who commit two players forward all the time are handing Swansea the initiative straight away, but less and less teams are doing that now, particularly at the Liberty Stadium, and, with match winning forward players like Scotland and Gomez missing this time around, there is increasing evidence that Swansea are, slowly, being found out. In particular, sides have started to push one of their forward players on to Swansea’s holding midfield player Leon Britton and up to now at least, the jacks are struggling to find a way to overcome the new challenge they are facing. Therefore, Dave Jones moved Peter Whittingham into the centre of the pitch from his wide midfield player role and and with Chopra and McCormack playing that bit narrower than you would expect wingers to, we more or less, set out to play Swansea at their own game.

Although this could be construed as a defensive move, it becomes less of one when the four players you use to provide an attacking threat have a total of fifty two goals between them. That’s how many Bothroyd, Chopra, McCormack and Whittingham could muster compared to the twelve that Dyer, Pintado, Pratley and Van Der Gun have managed for the jacks – therefore, although others apparently disagree, I thought that by going with a 4-3-3 or 4-5-1 to match Swansea’s, Dave Jones and his staff got things dead right.

Much of the build up for the game had centred on how important the first goal was going to be  - both sides had yet to lose a match in which they had scored first and when you throw in our notoriously bad record under Dave Jones in games that we concede first in, I for one had a feeling of “oh well that’s it then” when Swansea exploited our current weakness in dealing with high balls into our penalty area by scoring from a corner (which I am still not convinced was correctly given). If playing against Swansea is difficult at 0-0 then it becomes doubly so at 0-1 and, having been second best up until that goal, they then showed us what they are best at, but for all the “oles” of their supporters, there was very little in the way of an end product at a time when a second goal for them would have, surely, left us with too much to do – I don’t know why but I was reminded of Dennis Healey’s comment that being attacked by Sir Geoffrey Howe was like being “savaged by a dead sheep” while watching Swansea stroke the ball backwards and sideways for the quarter of an hour after they took the lead.

Nevertheless, Swansea aren’t supposed to lose matches when they get in this position and frustration levels were growing amongst City supporters. I heard one of two comments of “do something Jones” at this time and so our manager did do something – it was risky, but it worked. By pushing Chopra back up alongside Bothroyd, Dave Jones was making it easier for Swansea to pick us off, but it did lead, indirectly, to our equaliser and it also got Chopra playing in the second half as we reverted to 4-3-3/4-5-1 and his lovely run and cross, which deserved better, was as close as we came to scoring in the second half before his dramatic winner. To be honest, the second forty five minutes offered little in the way of quality football (I’ll remember our win as a great occasion rather than a great game) but, for the second successive match, there was tension all around in the closing stages despite the suspicion that both sides would gladly settle for a draw. Such thinking was blown out of the water though in those dramatic final stages as David Marshall’s brilliant save preserved our point and then Chopra’s natural striking instincts (the jacks don’t have anyone who would have made a run in the opposite direction to where the ball was going in anticipation of it being returned into his path like Chopra did) turned that one point into three.

So it was that City won a game which by rights probably should have ended up as a draw but, despite Paulo Sausa’s talk of his team having completely dominated, I think that he was outsmarted on the day by Dave Jones and his staff. I’m sure I’ll be critical of our manager in some way in the not too distant future, but last night he proved that he isn’t so tactically inflexible as many of us would believe – he had come second in his previous battles with Messrs Martinez and Sousa in the past eighteen months, but this time it was his turn and perhaps some City fans should be a bit less grudging in their praise for our manager’s part in a great and dramatic win.

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A near death experience as a rare goal from Billy Ronson settles South Wales derby.

Thursday, April 1st, 2010

In my paper every Saturday there is a question and answer session with somebody in public life and one of the questions often asked is “when did you come closest to dying” – if I was asked that question, I think I would have to reply “walking home from the Cardiff City v Swansea City match on 7 April 1980″. It probably shows what a, thankfully, mundane life I have lived that what happened that day is genuinely the closest I have come to snuffing it and the funny thing is that I carried on after the incident as if nothing had happened.

What did happen was that the group of five of us who had been to the game decided to walk home to Fairwater rather than wait around for a bus and we were waiting at the traffic lights by the Royal Mail building on Cowbridge Road where you go to pick up undelivered parcels. The lights changed to red and we started to cross the road – I was listening to my radio and so stepped on to the road a little behind the others and I had only taken two or three steps when a car hit me just above my knee, the impact knocked me up into the air and I landed on the bonnet before rolling off it into the middle of the road where I landed with a bump which made my radio fall into bits.

The car that hit me just kept on going as my brother chased after it shouting all sorts of abuse at the driver but he eventually gave up when it became obvious that they had no intention of stopping – my other mates and some people from other cars came to see how I was and one of the drivers said that he had taken the number of the car that had hit me and would certainly act as a witness on my behalf if I wanted to take matters further. I wasn’t really listening to what the group of people around me were saying though as I had jumped straight back up and was picking up all the pieces of my shattered radio in the hope that I would be able to put it back together again!

I was wondering what all of the fuss was about and I can remember making some crack about how the driver of the car that hit me must have been a jack, but I felt fine and I didn’t even get a bruise where I had been hit. We resumed our walk home and I can remember my brother and my mates being really impressed at how calmly I was taking what had just happened – an attitude I continued by adopting an “it was nothing really” approach when I got home. A couple of hours later though the group of us that had been to the game were in the pub and all of a sudden, my hand started shaking like a leaf as I tried to drink my first pint and I broke into a clammy sweat as what had happened to me finally sank in – it was only then that I was told that, in their opinion, the car that had hit me must have been doing more than thirty miles an hour and that the sight of me being knocked high into the air before landing on the bonnet was just like something you’d see on television or in the cinema. I can only assume that the stuntmen used for such scenes have a way of making sure the impact in collisions is lessened and, without realising it, I was lucky enough to have been doing the same thing.

Anyway, enough about that, what about the football match we had been to watch! There is no doubt that the team in South Wales that was attracting most of the headlines at that time was Swansea – under the high profile management of John Toshack, they were very much a club on the move who had just had back to back promotions and had settled into life in the old Second Division in a way which sometimes hinted at the further promotion which would come the following season. City were seen as being pretty dull by comparison as a low scoring team pottered about all season in mid table with there never really being any prospect that they would get involved in a promotion chase or be dragged into the relegation dogfight.

In reality though City were having their best season in some time – they may not have matched the ninth placed finish of the previous campaign, but, frankly, that ranking masked the six months or more that the team had spent in it’s usual relegation scrap. There were no such worries in 79/80 as, for the first time in ages, City didn’t find themselves involved in end of season dramas at one end of the table or the other – okay, it might have been dull at times, but there was something to be said for mid table mediocrity! Mind you, given their great finish to the previous campaign, I am sure expectation levels at the club at the start of the season were aimed higher than the eventual finishing position of fifteenth – especially when you consider that they had splashed out a club record fee of £135,000 for the Blackpool midfield player Billy Ronson in the summer.

Standing only five feet five tall, the competitive and busy Ronson did not let his lack of inches hold him back and he brought hard work, a great attitude and no little ability to the team. What Ronson didn’t bring though was goals as with only two of them from forty one league starts, he exemplified the lack of a goalscoring threat that had stopped a defensively solid City outfit from making more of their season. In truth, Ronson wasn’t really bought to score the goals which would make us candidates for a return to the top flight for the first time in eighteen years – that responsibility lay with the likes of Gary Stevens, Ronnie Moore, John Buchanan and Ray Bishop, but with eleven, three, six and eleven league goals respectively, none of them could be too happy with their return come May.

Notwithstanding that though, despite all of the hype attached to our neighbours from down west, the truth was that the two sides which met at Ninian Park that Easter Monday were pretty evenly matched and the eventual outcome should not have come as a shock. The jacks were eventually to finish three points and three places above us, but with only one win and four draws to show from their previous twelve away league games, they were the sort of team we made a habit of beating that season. That was exactly what we did as we gradually got on top after an even first half and our domination was eventually rewarded with a winning goal with about twenty minutes to go.

If the goal was not too much of a shock, then the identity of the scorer was as Ronson got into the sort of forward position he was not really used to being in to score a routine close range goal that might not have been much to look at but which meant an awful lot to home supporters who had seen their side lose 2-1 at the Vetch on New Years Day courtesy of a last minute David Giles goal (another Cardiffian in player manager Toshack netted the other goal).

As for Billy Ronson he was probably our best player in his first two seasons with us but he became increasingly disenchanted with what he saw as a lack of ambition at the club and he left early in the 81/82 season to join Wrexham for £90,000 (I can remember him getting a very rough reception from the home crowd when he returned to Ninian Park to play in the League and a Welsh Cup match that season). When Wrexham were relegated at the end of his first season with them, he moved to Barnsley for £60,000 and had three good years there before being loaned out to Birmingham and then returning to his first club Blackpool when he was available on a free in 1986. His stay at Bloomfield Road was a short one though and he left to play in American for the next thirteen years where he made enough of an impact to be inducted into the Baltimore Blast Hall of Fame in 2009.

7 April 1980

Cardiff City 1 (Ronson) Swansea City 0

City; Healey; Dwyer, Pontin, Thomas, Lewis; Grapes, Campbell, Ronson, Buchanan; Moore, Stevens; Sub (not used) Sullivan

Swansea; Stewart; Evans, Stevenson, Phillips, Robinson; Attley, Craig, Mahoney, Giles; Toshack (Baker), Waddle

HT 0-0

Att. 14,677

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