If there is such a thing as a ‘football man’ these days I think it’s Danny Murphy. A player whose play is quite cerebral in this hurly burly age, a player who has pedigree and performance, and a decent bloke whose contributions on the pitch are more important than they might first seem. He cares. I was quite upset to see some of the negativity posted about him on the internet last season; watch carefully and you can always see Murphy making himself available, cajoling colleagues, and mucking in in a number of midfield roles. No, he wasn’t well suited to Sanchez’s style – he wasn’t alone there – but his performances in the run in were obviously vital, particularly on that bright and beautiful day in Portsmouth when he saved our season and proved that Roy’s overall approach that day (“stay calm; the chance will come”) was the right one.
So yes, welcome back, Danny. His game isn’t about pace so losing it won’t hurt all that much, and as part of Roy’s passing game Murphy’s able to drop in seamlessly. I’d assume that his time on the pitch will decrease as this contract goes on, but that’s fine: he’s generally reliable out there and has his teammates respect.
Incidentally, Murphy seems a sort of throwback player, a player who would’ve worn a moustache in the early 80s and probably looked like John Wark or Mick Mills or one of those types. I’m tempted to… no, here it is:
See. I took care to use colours from his beard in the new moustache too.
Anyway, this leads me to a brief aside: Duncan Hamilton’s “Provided You Don’t Kiss Me: 20 years with Brian Clough”. I’m reading it, and enjoying it, but my word is it badly written. The book won the William Hill Sports Book of the Year, but it’s absolutely littered with really awful.. similes… clunky efforts at livening up prose, all sorts. The story’s good enough to get away with this, but that’s sort of the point: he didn’t need to do this; just tell us what happened! I seem to be alone in my thinking this, but there we are. Recommended(ish), but not on my list of top football books, which I’ll save for another day… but read John Foot’s “Calcio”. Also, Jonathan Wilson, who wrote “Behind the Curtain: Travels in Eastern European Football” has a new book out soon: a history of football tactics. Should be a cracking read. Wilson’s up on Lobanovsky, the Hungarian sides of yesteryear, all sorts. Can’t wait for that.
Danny Murphy. A useful player, Roy’s sort of player, and the nearest thing we’ve got to an old fashioned number 10. Excellent (re)signing.





