Procrastination
is a dangerous game. Several wars were probably born out of leaders’ inability
to remain happy with their lot; their hedonistic pursuits inadequately placed
in a world full of riches.
I’m easier
pleased, and four days off work moved me to set my brother and I the task of
writing a short self-indulgent piece on one player who has lit up our 20 or so
years of supporting the club we love.
Evertonians
haven’t been blessed with trophies in recent times. Indeed it is 18 years since
we last won a piece of silverware. In that time, the club has flirted with
relegation, meandered in mid-table mediocrity, and punched heavily against the
proverbial ceiling separating ourselves from dining at the Premier League’s top
table.
We have, as
with most clubs, acquired heroes along the way. Despite Everton’s inability to
create a credible indentation on the Premier League’s 21 title races, we remain
one of seven clubs to have featured every year since its inception and
therefore Ben and I have a relatively decent pool of players to choose from.
To the
steel so evident in the ‘dogs of war’ side that lifted the FA Cup in 1995, to
the midget gems of David Moyes’ 11-year tenure, there is no shortage of players
who could feature in this piece.
Duncan
Ferguson will forever be immortalised as Everton’s talisman in the grey days of
the nineties, when relegation battles became as common place as a Steven
Gerrard raking pass. But there was one player whose arrival was so timely and
unexpected. His stay on Merseyside akin to a steamy love affair so sweet it
lent itself to the short-lived fling it was. Andrei Kanchelskis, Evertonians’
very own summer romance.
His arrival
was anything but expected, or straightforward. A dynamic winger integral to
Manchester United’s cause, he hit 14 league goals in 1994/95 as United narrowly
missed out on the league and lost in the FA Cup final, ironically to Everton.
Rather than
ready himself for a season in which United would eventually wrestle back the
title, Kanchelskis found himself on the wrong side of Sir Alex Ferguson, and
ousted from the club.
Various
schools of thought exist as to how he came about swapping Manchester red for
Merseyside blue. Sir Alex claimed in his autobiography Kanchelskis was unhappy
about being left out of the side during times of injury. Ferguson claims the
decision to sell the then 26-year-old was made before he was verbally
threatened by the player’s agent to sell his client, while Ferguson also
revealed he turned down a £40,000 bung delivered in an ornate Russian tea urn
to his office.
Once
several weeks of transfer wrangling between Everton and United had been sorted
out, with the latter eventually agreeing to take the £1.5m tab payable to the
winger’s former club Shakhtar Donetsk, Kanchelskis arrived as Everton’s club
-record signing at £5m.
As a young
Evertonian in London, I had to contend with Gooners who had no shortage of
icons to choose from. But I had two – Ferguson and Kanchelskis, and that was
enough for me. Their impact on my burgeoning relationship with the beautiful
game telling, as I turned up to Arsenal soccer schools with Ferguson 9 etched
on my back, and our blue and black stripy home socks pulled right up to my
knees a la Kanchelskis (thus probably accounting for the rather unfortunate
shaping of my feet today).
In just 18
months at the club he managed to tick all the boxes a cult hero should. He scored twice in his first derby against Liverpool. At Anfield. In the Kop.
Everton running out 2-1 winners; their first league win at the rivals’ home in
10 seasons.
His first season yielded 16 league goals from midfield, including a hat-trick in a
5-1 win at Sheffield Wednesday.
Kanchelskis' impact
on Everton’s fortunes was remarkable. The sixth-place finish he inspired in his
first and only full season with the club was Everton’s first top half finish in
five years and our best points tally since 1988 when we were challenging for
the title. Indeed, his impact was more evident in the three years following his
sale, when the club struggled to surpass the 40 points traditionally needed to
remain in the division.
It was by
no means a love affair to the death; his sale to Fiorentina during the second
half of 1996/97 a result of a dip in form from the player and fortunes for the
club. Kanchelskis’ final game in a blue shirt was a disappointing cup exit at
the hands of Bradford City at Goodison. His last act of note a misplaced pass
finding Chris Waddle before a beautiful chip sailed over the stranded Neville
Southall and into the net. Everton 2-1 down, and out.
Manager Joe
Royle explained Kanchelskis wasn't right in the head and his behaviour was
having a detrimental effect on the team. Rumours also suggest the Russian Mafia
who intruded on the player’s life were seeking money from a potential sale. The
uncomfortable air of inevitability saw Chairman Peter Johnson sanction his £8m
release to Florence.
Royle has
since lamented letting Kanchelskis go without a fight:
“He had a
succession of niggling injuries and knew the Italians wanted him. I could see
it was getting to the other players. In the end I felt it was really getting on
top of him. In hindsight, if I was in the same position again I’d probably just
send him on holiday for a few weeks.”
At the time
a ten year old Evertonian was not privy to the finer nuances surrounding
Kanchelskis’ final months in blue. He was left inconsolable and baffled by the
sale of an icon. A cult figure whose dalliance with Everton will always be much
more than a summer romance.
3 comments:
Fabulous piece of writing
Good article and too bad we blues didn't see more of Andrei. Rumour has it he had a bit off a gambling problem. But a great player and the last one to score a winner for us away to the Boomers.
Of course my response should have said "Gooners" not Boomers (thank you auto-correct!)
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