Durban’s team of none of the talents prove too good for Barnsley.

I am just a bit too young to remember Alan Durban playing for us, but I can recall him during his time with Derby and in his international appearances for Wales and his quality can be gauged by the fact that the picture of him which appears below was taken from an article from Derby’s official site in which Durban was named as a member of the club’s all time best eleven. I remember Durban as a skilful goal scoring midfield player who would have cost millions in today’s transfer market, but as far as I am concerned what he did in his playing career is as nothing when set against the absolute disaster he was as our manager in the mid eighties – we have had plenty of poor managers down the years, but Durban still gets my vote as the worst City manager during my time supporting the club.

In saying that, it’s only fair to point out that Durban was a great success at Shrewsbury in his first management post and went on to get Stoke promoted into the old First Division before doing a steady, if unspectacular, job at Sunderland where he kept them in the top flight for three seasons so he did have some pedigree as a manager when he arrived at Ninian Park in September 1984 to replace the sacked Jimmy Goodfellow. Also, like every manager at the club around that time, Durban was given very little to spend in the transfer market as, with average gates of just 4,369 during the 84/85 campaign, the priority was selling players rather than signing them.

Nevertheless, Durban’s judgement of a player was called into question virtually from day one when, in much the same manner as Dave Jones did to Adam Matthews recently, he singled out young full back Paul Bodin for criticism after a 3-2 defeat at Middlesbrough in his first game in charge. That signalled the beginning of the end at the club for a player who later went on to play in the top flight and become an established Welsh International as Bodin was let go for nothing at the end of the season.  At the other end of the age scale, although Phil Dwyer was no longer the player he had been, Durban’s insensitive treatment of someone who certainly deserves the title “Cardiff City legend” left a sour taste as the man who still holds the club record for most league appearances at the club was told he had no future at Cardiff and so it was that someone who should have epitomised the “one club man” saw out his playing days at Rochdale.

When Durban was given money to spend, he blew £20,000 (which was certainly not chicken feed by the standards of the club at that time) on beanpole striker Graham Withey whose impact was negligible. To be fair to Withey and the other players at the club at the time, they were never given the chance to bed into any kind of system or tactics because, as the defeats mounted up and relegation became a probability rather than a possibility, Durban seemed to change tack on almost a weekly basis – there was no sense of continuity as the manager’s desperation increased.

Looking back, the “team of none of the talents” label I gave the 1984/85 side is a little harsh because they did have some decent players like Roger Gibbins, David Tong and Nigel Vaughan (who, somehow, managed to score fifteen league goals that year). Jimmy Mullen was also still a pretty solid defender at that level and, although he never really showed such quality at Cardiff, Mike Ford went on to have a ten year career at Oxford United mostly spent in the top two divisions. Therefore, although relegation was considered an inevitability by most fans from early in the season, a run of three fixtures against sides with little or nothing to play for going into the last month of the campaign represented an opportunity for bottom of the table City to show that they did have it them to survive.

Vaughan’s goal was enough to see off Carlisle at Brunton Park and three days later City entertained a Barnsley side whose surprise promotion challenge of the early months of the season had floundered on the back of a run of just five wins in twenty games. Former City skipper Billy Ronson was missing from the Barnsley team that evening, but our top scorer from the previous season Gordon Owen was included in a visiting side that also featured the Futcher twins Paul and Ron. However, once Ford had put City ahead early on, they encountered little opposition against opponents who gave the impression that they were counting down the days until the end of the season. Vaughan scored either side of half time with a couple of typical goals which saw him not picked up by defenders after making a late run into the box in much the same way as Alan Durban did so often in his playing days and City were able to keep hoping that they might pull off a miracle escape.

The following weekend Vaughan got two more as Huddersfield were despatched 3-0 at Ninian  Park (the willing, but very limited, Kevin Meacock got the other one) and, all of a sudden, City found themselves with a couple of teams below them and just a single point behind Middlesbrough with three matches left to play. An away match against a Birmingham side just about to have their promotion conformed was always likely to prove to be a step too far for a newly confident City team, but at least Middlesbrough’s defeat at Palace meant that their 2-0 loss wasn’t as serious as it could have been. However, two days later, on May Day Bank Holiday, City were as good as down when their third consecutive home game finished with a 3-0 scoreline but this time it was the visitors who enjoyed the comfortable win as Palace did Middlesbrough a favour by winning at a canter on an afternoon when all of the team’s failings were laid bare.

Middlesbrough’s draw with Birmingham meant it was win or bust for City at Wimbledon in their last match but there was an added complication because Notts County had picked up ten points in four matches to climb above us and Boro so we had to rely on two sides losing for what happened in our game to become relevant. In the event, a 2-0 half time lead for Middlesbrough at Shrewsbury meant that our 1-0 advantage at Plough Lane counted for little and our relegation was confirmed as Boro held on to their lead and Wimbledon scored twice after the break. It was Notts County who accompanied us into the Third Division after their 1-0 loss at Fulham and so what was, comfortably, the worst City team I had seen until then therefore got exactly what it and their manager deserved.

Finally, it’s worth noting that City’s unused sub that evening against Barnsley was a certain Dean Saunders who was on loan to us from Swansea at the time with the jacks, apparently, only wanting a small fee from us to make his transfer a permanent one. Now, the fact that Saunders couldn’t make the starting eleven in such a poor City side is evidence that he hardly showed the sort of form for us which would later attract the likes of Liverpool and Villa while he was here, but again, the manager’s judgement of a player has to be called into question. As for the disaster that was Alan Durban, if we thought 84/85 was bad, we had not seen anything yet! The following season he master minded another relegation as we dropped into the Fourth Division for the first time in our history with City fans getting used to watching the likes of Chris Marustik, Carlton Leonard, Wayne Curtis, Phil Brignull and Wilf Foley turn out in the blue shirt – I’ve probably seen worse City teams than that one since then, but I’ve still not seen a worse manager.

23 April 1985

Cardiff City 3 Barnsley 0

City Plumley; King, Ford (1), Gibbins, Bodin; Elsey, Tong, Vaughan (2), Hamilton; Withey, Meacock; sub (not used) Saunders

Barnsley Baker; Joyce, May, Futcher P, Law; Owen, Goodison, Thomas, Gray; Wylde, Plummer (Futcher R)

HT 2-0

Att. 3,044

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City somehow stay second as the inept displays mount up.

Having had to endure so many games involving City sides who could not hold a candle to the current one, it’s not too often that I get downright angry watching us play these days. However, after Peter Whittingham self indulgently sent a free kick from a dangerous position high and wide in the dying minutes (apart from one early shot which forced a routine save from Speroni in the Palace goal, Whittingham’s dead ball delivery was way below par all night), I decided I had seen enough and, with my blood pressure no doubt at a dangerously high level, made for the exits.

On the rare occasions when I do get really annoyed at a City game now I usually find that a night’s sleep tends to restore a sense of perspective, but it hasn’t this time around. Maybe I am over reacting, but I still feel a sense of anger towards the team and our manager following a display which made the poor fare seen on Saturday against Millwall look almost Barcelona like by comparison.

Actually, it would be wrong to say that my annoyance stems just from last night’s match, it’s more to do with the series of games we have played in the last fortnight. In his post match interview, Kevin McNaughton said with the sort of honesty he always shows on the pitch that we have not performed for the past five matches as he included our win over Hull in the series of sub par performances we have seen from the team lately, but I think he is being a bit harsh there because, although we weren’t great against Hull, we always seemed to be in control.

No, for me, it’s been the past four matches where we have significantly under performed and I think what is getting me increasingly wound up is the way that various players have come out before each of these matches and said something like, yes we do have injuries to important players, but we have enough ability amongst those who are still fit to maintain the standards we expect. Despite all of the talk, the past four games have seen us perform collectively to a standard more suited to the lower reaches of the Championship while, on an individual basis, it’s hard to think of anyone who has maintained a decent standard throughout the last few games.

There was talk before we played Palace of there being “no more excuses” for poor performances, but there was still an air of complacency amongst the team as they knocked the ball around sideways and backwards almost believing that  Palace’s woeful away record meant that goalscoring chances would be handed to them on a plate (the one time that happened, Chris Burke wasn’t up to the task of putting away a pretty easy opportunity). Now, with City set up to play more of a 4-5-1 system last night, I can understand the need for patience in our passing, but, eventually, someone has got to produce something which attempts to hurt the opposition – that didn’t happen last night (or over the previous three matches).

Trying to find good performances from the outfield players is a hard task – I suppose the better displays came from the back four, but, truth be told, all they did was perform to an adequate standard. As for the six in front of them, I am afraid the word dross springs to mind -I’ll qualify that a bit to say that some leeway should be given to Seyi Olofinjana who, apparently, has done very little training since he went off against Hull and, although he is some way short of his best form, Chris Burke at least gave the impression during the second half that he was trying his hardest to make something happen, but as for the other four? Whittingham and Koumas (more on him later) looked laboured, one paced and not suited to playing alongside each other, Keogh (as he so often is sadly) was on the edge of things and Bothroyd gave one of those performances that so frustrates while also picking up a ridiculous booking for behaving like a prima donna.

The obvious man of the match for City was Tom Heaton as he produced a decent save from a Garvan header, a good stop from a Clyne shot and a brilliant tip away from a point blank header from Dorman when his team mates fell asleep in allowing Palace to work a short corner routine. The latter two of those saves came early in the second half as City showed with their lack of purpose and urgency that Dave Jones’ half time team talk had singularly failed to have the desired effect.

In the purely black and white terms that form so much of football opinion, I am Dave Jones supporter. I think he has done a good job overall over the past five and a half years and I, increasingly, find myself thinking that he may well be the best manager I have seen at the club, but, for me, he had a poor night of it against Palace. My gripe with the manager stemmed not so much from the system he used which gradually became more of a 4-4-2 as the match progressed, but more with his non use of substitutes and then, when he finally got around to making his only change to a team that had barely threatened the opposition goal in eighty minutes, it was one which was defensive in nature!

It needs to be said of course that Dave Jones has had far stronger benches at his disposal than the one we had last night (where was McPhail?), but, even so, there were still options available to him. I still can’t figure out why it was Paul Quinn who replaced Lee Naylor and not Adam Matthews. If we were really trying to win the game last night, then Matthews’ supremacy over Quinn in the attacking department surely had to overcome any reservations about his defensive qualities or is the youngster still suffering for what happened at Ipswich  – it does not reflect well on our manager if that is the case.

It’s also worth remembering what happened with our second goal against Hull when Aaron Wildig’s clever little pass from just inside the penalty area found Gavin Rae who scored from about eight yards out – Koumas and Whittingham never came up with a pass that caused as much damage as Wildig’s did and neither of them got into the sort of position which Rae did that day when scoring. Wildig and/or Rae would have at least made runs from deep positions into the penalty area and would have made Bothroyd less isolated than he was for much of the second half – they might also have added a bit of drive to our midfield play (on the subject of drive, I see some on the messageboards have been saying that the player we really missed last night was Michael Chopra but I would say that it was crying out for Danny Drinkwater who provided so much energy and momentum in the middle of the park earlier in the season).

Finally, I usually find a couple of action shots to include in these reviews of matches, but it says so much about last night’s game that I could only find the one. It also seems somehow appropriate that the picture shows the five foot seven inch Edgar Davids comfortably outjumping Jason Koumas who is three inches taller than him – unfortunately, that picture almost provides a commentary on Koumas’ second spell at Cardiff. After the game Dave Jones said that it was good that Koumas had got another ninety minutes under his belt and it might be that, despite the fact that he has been with us for nearly two months now, he still isn’t right physically, but watching him last night tended to confirm a suspicion I have had for a while now – are his problems more mental than physical? I say that because I kept on thinking “he doesn’t want to be out there” to myself as he played his oh so safe passes to one of the back four or arrived just too late for a challenge on an opposing player.

If last night’s game had taken place in 2005/06, the closing stages would have seen Jason Koumas demanding the ball as he tried, almost single handedly, to turn one point into three. He would have been drifting in from the wide position he had started the match in and would have been the focal point of our attacking play. Instead of that though we had the sight of him stuck out on the left wing barely featuring in the game as attack after attack floundered – even if he was under orders to stay out on the left, the Koumas of old would have been unable to resist getting more involved but, it seems, that desire is no longer there. I hope I am wrong in what I am saying, not just because it will be great for City if Koumas does start performing as we know he can do, but also because he was such an exciting player to watch during that season when we were privileged to watch a real craftsman at work – come on Jason, there were 20,000 plus there last night who all really want you to succeed with us.

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