The Mackay approach becomes clearer and it’s like a breath of fresh air!

Compared to the average for this division, Dave Jones was in charge at Cardiff City for a very long time. Six years is about four times more than managers tend to get in the Championship, so I suppose it’s only natural that his way of going about things has had some sort of influence on how we, as supporters, tend to think about things. An example of this came early in yesterday’s 3-1 win over Bristol City, when Aron Gunnarsson suffered an injury which, pretty obviously, was going to lead to him being substituted. I immediately notified the people that I was with that this would mean that Paul Quinn would replace Gunnarsson with Andrew Taylor moving forward into midfield – after all, that’s what Dave Jones would have done in the same situation, but I was soon to learn that our new manager thinks differently!

The substitution I was on about was, essentially, a defensive one – Taylor has proved himself as a left sided midfield player at this level, but, by his own admission, prefers to play left back and it’s only logical that this, albeit unconsciously, effects his thinking at times if he is being used in midfield. However, our new manager decided to go with bringing another attacking player on and wasn’t he proved to be right in his thinking over the next eighty minutes!  Joe Mason bettered his impressive showing against Parma in the final pre season match with one that had Bristol City not knowing how to cope with him during that first half when City played their local rivals off the park. Mason was involved in virtually every move of significance that City produced – he showed a turn of pace that came as a surprise to me and, more importantly, our opponents while looking a natural for that position in “the hole” at the tip of a four man diamond midfield.

On that form, it’s going to be hard to keep Mason out even when Gunnarsson, Kiss and McPhail are fit enough to be considered and when we have brought in the new players that we still need despite our very good start.  Joe was my City man of the match yesterday on a day when there were so many candidates for that award (e.g. Cowie, Whittingham and McNaughton), but it was also very pleasing to see Craig Conway giving a demonstration as to why he may well become a very important member of the team over the next nine months. When you talk about wide midfield players, most supporters, myself included, automatically think “winger” and they also have a mental picture of the sort of player a winger should be – quick, tricky and skilful like Chris Burke was at his best.

Perhaps not your typical "winger", but, on yesterday's evidence, still very effective - Craig Conway celebrates his goal.

Based on the evidence so far, Conway does not have these crowd pleasing qualities in abundance, but there is more than one way to be an effective winger/wide midfield player and if there is one player from the past who he puts me in mind of at the moment it is Steve Guppy the former Leicester and England winger. Guppy was never one for the electrifying burst past his marker or the dazzling bit of skill which left a full back flat on his backside, but he worked very hard for the team and created no end of goals with his crossing ability. All Guppy needed was a yard or so of space to get his cross in and in it would come – invariably accurate and delivered to strikers who knew it was coming and were able to time their runs accordingly, rather having to start all over again as their supply line chose to check back and try to beat his man again. Maybe the coming weeks and months will show this opinion to be wrong, but at the moment Conway looks like someone who our strikers will love because they know, more often than not, a good cross is coming in – besides this, Conway appears to be able to cross off either foot (for someone listed as being right footed, it wasn’t a bad finish with his “weaker” foot for his goal) as well as work tremendously hard for the team.

The easiest goal Earnie's ever scored? However, the nature of his celebration and his words after the game made it obvious how much his first goal back in a City shirt meant to him.

Conway wasn’t the only City player working hard though, far from it and, after the hardest working of the lot, Don Cowie, had been denied a deserved goal by David James after a superb passage of play also involving McNaughton and Mason, Earnie made it 3-0 with just over half an hour played for the moment that got the biggest single cheer in an afternoon full of them. Earnie’s last goal for us in his first spell was on 24 August 2004 at Kidderminster in the League Cup and, almost seven years later, he got off the mark second time around with a tap in from all of three yards to, effectively, kill the game off.

Should a thirtysomething really be doing this? Earnie celebrates making it 3-0.

When a team is well in front at the interval, the second half often tends to be an anti climax and this proved to be the case yesterday. In saying that though, City’s work rate was still impressive and you got the impression that there was another gear to be found if it was needed. It’s in the nature of things that there will always be criticism from some quarters even after the most comprehensive of wins, but I do find that some of the stuff said about our defending for their goal was just having a go for the sake of having a go. Yes, the wurzels were poor – their patched up central defence creaked and groaned all afternoon and McAllister had a nightmare before joining Jay Lloyd Samuel in the left backs subbed at half time club, but, every team in this league has players with the ability to hurt us and Campbell-Rice and Maynard did that with their consolation goal. When the performance and victory are as good as they were yesterday, I prefer to celebrate the things that we did well rather than dwell on the, very few, occasions when we didn’t get it right.  Let those who are paid to do it by the club carry out the inquests if they are needed – there aren’t going to be many games when we can effectively declare after 36 minutes this season, so I’m just going to savour the fact that we could yesterday.

If one incident epitomised what the team is about at the moment it came in the dying minutes when the game was, to all intents and purposes, over and done with. We had a free kick in the corner where the Canton Stand meets the Ninian Stand and Whittingham and Cowie were stood over the ball which the latter played short to Kenny Miller who almost scored. Within seconds though the wurzels were breaking clear through Campbell-Rice in a position diagonally opposite where the free kick was taken from and there was Whittingham (yes, that’s Peter Whittingham!) busting a gut to get back and help the defence out – I thought Whitts put a great, and often unglamorous, shift in for the team yesterday and, although he may not always look like a natural athlete, his work rate so far, allied to his performance in pre season fitness and stamina tests, rather suggests that he is. Anyway, I suppose the real test for Whittingham and the rest will come when we have lost a few games and it’s a cold winter’s day somewhere up north – if Malky Mackay can get the same response from his players then that he is now (and gets the new players he says we still need), then forget talk about consolidation, we can start looking at the top six again.

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Driven to the game by a rock superstar!

South Wales had a pretty heavy snowfall a few days after Christmas 1969 and a couple of postponements had meant that City were in danger of losing the momentum built up by five successive league wins which had seen them climb from ninth to fourth in the old Second Division table. There was a home local derby with Bristol City scheduled for 29 December, but there was little expectation that the game would take place – indeed, I can remember having a pretty farcical kick about on the afternoon of the game with a mate on a rock hard, snowy pitch where, even at that age where you are usually never willing to admit such things, we earnestly conceded that there was no chance of the match going ahead.

What needs to be said here is that back in the late 60’s it was almost impossible to keep abreast of up to the minute news about Cardiff City or pretty much anything else really! The advent of the widespread availability of the Internet was nearly a quarter of a century away and with only BBC 1, 2 and HTV to watch on the telly, the days of dedicated sports channels were even further away. Thinking back, we didn’t even have a phone in those days, so, apart from that morning’s Echo, there was no way of knowing what was happening with regard to that’s night’s match.

Night matches used to kick off at 7.30 in those days and I can remember that I was not giving the game much thought when my friend knocked at our door with about twenty minutes to go to kick off to say that his father had been told that the match was still on. My parents were sceptical about this, but I kept on at them and it was clear my persistence was wearing them down until my mum said that I couldn’t go anyway because it was too late to get a bus that would get us there for the start of the game – she was right, but my mate immediately said “that’s okay, my uncle Derek has said he’ll give us a lift to the ground in his car”. With that, my parents gave up their protests and we sped around to his house where I soon discovered that his uncle owned a Mini (I’ve had virtually no interest in cars all of my life, but even I knew that a Mini was a pretty cool car to own in those days).

Uncle Derek was hardly like my uncles either – he was about ten years older than me and dressed very fashionably, but, apart from that, I didn’t pay much attention to him until my friend then introduced him more formally and said that I probably knew him as Blue Weaver. Now, perhaps my use of “rock superstar” in the title piece is ever so slightly over the top, but Blue Weaver is still well enough known to merit his own page on Wikipedia and, less than a year earlier the local band he belonged to, Amen Corner, were at number one in the charts with their single “(If Paradise) is Half as Nice”, so he was quite a celebrity back then and I certainly knew about him.

Blue Weaver - was that car journey with me in the last days of the 60's the catalyst for the work he did with the likes of the Bee Gees, Lou Reed and Barbara Sreisand in latter years? Nah, probably not.

To be honest though, although I liked the idea of a Cardiff band doing so well, I wasn’t much of a fan of Amen Corner – singer Andy Fairweather Low’s voice was always something of an acquired taste for me. This might have been one of the reasons why there was hardly any music talk during the journey. As I remember it, most of the talk was about football and in particular, Cardiff City where Uncle Derek revealed himself to be fairly typical of so many locals at that time (it’s just as true today actually) in that he was interested in how we were doing, but once you scratched below the surface a bit, it was pretty clear that his knowledge of the players and team was pretty sketchy.

Anyway, whatever I thought of Uncle Derek’s music and his football knowledge, I was very grateful to him for getting us to the game on time and it was soon clear that there had been a bit of a thaw, which had probably saved the game, because although still snow covered for the most part, there were spots of green and brown everywhere where the combination of grass and mud (mostly mud!) which the pitch consisted of in those days was peeping through. Truth be told, even with City’s fine form, I don’t think I would have been as keen to make this game if it hadn’t represented my first chance to see a professional match played on a real snowy pitch. The idea of football in the snow still appeals to me to this day and I think that this is because I soon discovered as a kid that snowy, or more accurately, hard, frosty conditions helped me become a better player because my low centre of gravity (or shortarsedness if you want to put it another way!) meant I was a more effective player than taller, more naturally talented, players, who were unable to keep their balance as well as I could.

With temperatures falling away quickly and the ground hardening, it should have been that the smaller, more nippy players would prosper, but, if they did, I can’t remember it. In fact all I can remember about the match itself now is the goal which decided the game. With the score 0-0 going into injury time, we, along with many of the frozen crowd, had made our way to the exit at the corner of the Bob Bank and Canton Stand to watch the last City attacks at that end of the ground before making a quick getaway for a nice, warm bus. All of a sudden a cross came in from someone (God know’s who) and John Toshack was there unmarked on the far post to head in from no more than five yards out.

So, in conditions, which I would guess made him resemble Bambi on ice most of the time, City’s most saleable asset had ensured that their winning run stretched to six matches and when they extended it further by beating promotion rivals Sheffield United 3-0 at Ninian Park in a game, ironically, played in monsoon conditions, we went to the top of the league. However, from then on, City gradually faded away as the goals dried up completely for Toshack who, after scoring three in the four league matches following the Bristol game, failed to net again after 31 January as the team finished tailed off in seventh position.

29 December 1969

Cardiff City 1 Bristol City 0

City Davies; Carver, Murray, Harris, Bell; King, Sutton, Woodruff, Bird; Clark, Toshack (1) sub (not used) Derrett

Bristol City

Gibson; Jacobs, Connor, Parr, Drysdale; Tainton, Skirton, Bush, Bartley; Garland, Sharpe

HT 0-0

Att. 18,496

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