Reality bites
The embarrassment of Spain's disgraced president is being mirrored in the performances of his favourite team. Sid Lowe explains why it's all going pear-shaped for Real Madrid.
Monday March 22, 2004
Things really aren't going well for José María Aznar. Sure, the parting is as rigid as ever and the moustache as absurd as ever. Okay, so he's still president for a month and he remains more than capable of taking off his glasses with one hand, pointing with the other and oh-so-earnestly trotting out his favourite catchphrase, España va bien (Spain's going well), infuriatingly pausing in. All the. Wrong. Places.
But Aznar no longer believes his own words. For him, España doesn't va particularly bien any more. First, he was defeated and disgraced in the general election, when he was expecting to hand over power to his lieutenant Mariano Rajoy as a winner and a statesman but ended up a liar. And, then, just as he thought he could take refuge in his beloved Real Madrid, it turns out that he can't.
You see, president elect Jose Luis Rodríguez Zapatero is a Barça fan. The government team is no longer the government team and the impact has been immediate. Since Aznar lost, Madrid haven't won a match. Rivals Barça haven't lost: last night a fabulous late free kick from birthday-boy genius Ronaldinho secured their ninth successive victory, hauling back twelve points on Madrid, who they now trail by just six.
Seemingly cruising to the treble just days ago, times have changed in Madrid. On Wednesday, they lost the Copa del Rey final 3-2 in extra time and on Saturday they were beaten again, 4-2. And, just to upset Aznar that bit more, it was up in the Basque Country, against Athletic Bilbao.
Fielding the same side that lost the Cup final, Madrid looked shattered and aided Athletic with some top-drawer slapstick defending. "What a cross to bear this defence is!" exclaimed Marca's front cover, while editor Elías Israel described it as "a colander". But it wasn't just the defence: when Athletic left-back Asier Del Horno scored twice to make it 4-2, it was well deserved.
Eight clear just three weeks ago, Madrid are now top by a solitary point after Valencia beat Mallorca 5-1 last night and they're running out of steam. Small wonder that the Spanish press have wheeled out its favourite word (well, after galáctico), as gratuitously inflated as a helium balloon featuring Anne Widecombe face. Yes, it's crisis time.
Exaggerated though "crisis" is, Madrid are struggling. David Beckham's form has dipped horribly since Christmas and while AS purred dreamily when they were first paired, his central partnership with Guti isn't working. "David, for God's sake, come back," wrote AS's Madrid-supporting columnist Tomás Roncero yesterday, "your football has got lost somewhere on your trips to London."
Zidane and Roberto Carlos have been desperately disappointing recently, too, while Raúl has had a shocking season. Madrid have sorely missed the injured Ronaldo, not winning in the four games he's been out. Not just because of his goals, vital all season, but because he alters the entire balance - with Raul alone up front and forever drifting back, Madrid lose shape. Moreover, the enormous weight Ronaldo carries (in the team, that is) is such that his absence almost sparked an anxiety attack amongst his team-mates. No wonder the cover of today's AS rather desperately reads: "Ronnie to the rescue".
Above all, Madrid are struggling physically - and the man getting the blame is coach Carlos Queiroz. How things have changed: when Real Madrid dumped Vicente Del Bosque, president Florentino Pérez claimed it was because he wanted a "modern" manager who would demand more from his players and get them fitter.
Del Bosque was too old, too permissive - a kindly, cuddly club man with the world's warmest handshake and a tremendous moustache, the son of a railway trade unionist. The man who ambled about the training pitch, doing kick-ups while his players did pretty much whatever they felt like, his belly bulging below an ill-fitting Madrid tracksuit. Queiroz, by contrast, is tanned and handsome, wears his tie in one of those collosal knots so beloved of footballers and is fluent in English and Spanish. And he brought a physical trainer with him. Pérez was delighted.
Not so now. Pérez is keeping quiet, but he's far from impressed, not least because Queiroz has publicly questioned the club's squad-building policy.
Given a helpful nudge, the media blame has been placed firmly on Queiroz's doorstep - for not rotating, for always fielding the same eleven and for not trusting in Madrid's youth-teamers. Thrust deep into Pérez's pocket, below the hanky and the loose change, it's AS that have led the way. "Queiroz's lack of confidence in the cantera sinks Madrid," ran Sunday's front page. Inside, Roncero accused him of "burning the team for two weeks; he's decided to die with the same eleven pairs of boots on." Meanwhile, editor Alfredo Relaño, reminded him that "Casillas, Guti and Raúl came from the youth team - because someone trusted them."
Yet Madrid's drop in form, while Queiroz has made some mistakes, is more a product of Pérez's "Zidanes y Pavones" policy - his insistence on putting together a side made up of youth-teamers and superstars, shifting out the "middle-class".
Sadly, you can't polish a turd: Queiroz does not trust in Madrid's youth teamers because they're not good enough; he doesn't rotate because his squad is absurdly short. His unused subs in the Cup final were Cambiasso, Juanfran, Pavón, and Borja. Who would take off Figo, Zidane or Beckham for them? And, anyway, at Pérez's marketing-mad Madrid, the superstars have to play, even if, as one columnist put it: "Madrid are becoming like Jurassic Park - a collection of exquisite dinosaurs." That's why the players have nicknamed Queiroz Toni Grande, Del Bosque's old No. 2; because they see him as powerless. Pérez is the boss and his maximalist policy may be starting to come undone.
At the start of the season, Queiroz privately admitted it would be a "miracle" for Madrid to succeed. The easy victory everyone anticipated could yet fail to materialise, something José María Aznar knows all about.
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